Chapter 18 England Longbow ()

There are some small villages and towns on the roadside. All of these villages and towns are formed after the Zhao family's commercial road is repaired, and they have different functions formed.

For example, the village they are living in produces the best fruits in a radius of hundreds of miles. They are also the main source of Huangshacheng candied fruits, fruits and winemaking materials.

"Swoosh..."

As the feather arrows broke through the air, a long arrow flew past the edges of the fruit trees on the roadside that stretched out from the fence wall. While they passed, bunches of dates, grapes, or mangoes, and papaya fell in response.

What made Zhao Fubo convinced was that although little John looked a bit too feminine, he was very good at taking a archery hand.

Although he didn't ride on a horse to play sprinting, he could pick fruits from the trees on the roadside with a long bow.

Zhao Fubo's teacher Martin sat in the car, watching the fruits falling on the roadside, frowned and seemed to think of something.

Muke seemed to perform riding, urging his horse to run back and forth. He kept bringing back the fruits that little John shot down and sending them to two big trucks.

Surprisingly, all the fruits were shot from the shank and there was no injury at all on the skin.

Zhao Fubo, who was running around on Xiaoheichar, shouted and tried to shoot a few arrows with its hyperbolic bow immediately. The principle was accurate, but it seemed to be a little worse than that of Little John.

"Little John is good at archery, I can't beat you!"

Zhao Fubo is fond of martial arts but not foolish, and likes people who are better at abilities than him.

At this time, their convoy was with Zhao Xu's carriage, and the carriage was walking in the desert, which was quite painful.

Especially the Zhao family, who maintains the habits of the Song people, likes to use big cars, and does not move quickly on this soft road.

This is also the difference between their family and others. Local people prefer long camel caravans. Although these desert boats carry less cargo than large trucks, their traffic capacity is always good.

Of course, this requires excluding the two cars made by Martin. The biggest difference between them and the Zhao family carriage is that they use long axles and extremely wide wheels. On the iron axles, Martin did not make any changes except for someone to drill holes.

At this moment, an oil pot was injecting the vegetable oil bit by bit, and the unique wide wheels were installed at both ends of the long axle.

Zhao Fubo, who participated in the manufacturing process, knew that it was just a few thick wooden boards connecting the two ordinary wheels together. A gap that was wide for thumb was left between the wooden boards.

He once thought, can such a wheel really be on the road? At this moment, the sand that penetrated into the wheels continued to fall as the gaps continued to fall, and two wide marks of car were left on the sand.

Compared with Zhao Fubo and his team that acted quickly, Zhao Xu's carriage seemed much bulky. First, he was rich and bought a lot in Ziyun City, and second, the narrow wheels also caused him a lot of trouble.

The heartless Zhao Fubo did not go to make Shu Yuer happy, but instead sat in his own teacher Martin's car and chatted with him and little John.

"These English longbowmen's archery speed is so fast, at least twice as fast as me! If we have such a team of archers in the future, our Song Dynasty will no longer be afraid of Xia Jin!"

When Zhao Fubo said these words, Martin quietly observed him while drinking tea.

Familiar with history, he knew that the so-called weakness of the Song Dynasty was really weak in blood, and the tradition of emphasizing literature and suppressing martial arts oversuppressing the tension of the Han people's character.

As for the country of warriors, if you see the "war" of the Age of Discovery, you will probably know the problem of this argument.

When I was thinking about this in my heart, I did not forget his "translation" function and translated Zhao Fubo's words to Xiao John.

"That's natural, our archer in England...my father is an archer, he can..."

When talking about his father, little John was too clear and too beautiful, and a sense of pride rippled in his blue eyes. Zhao Fubo reached out to grab little John's longbow and tried to pull it a few times in his hand.

"The strength of the longbow is weaker than our bow, and the strength of the pull is also harder..."

Martin listened to Zhao Fubo's evaluation of Changgong disapprovingly, thinking in his mind whether he should teach him a modern thought class.

The longbow is of the best quality in England. If an archer aims at the enemy, he can shoot twelve arrows in one minute. If he does not aim, he can shoot fifteen arrows in one minute.

Of course, in the eyes of modern people, longbows are not excellent bows and arrows. At least in terms of physical testing, longbows cannot surpass the recurve compound bows in the East.

But one issue that has to be discussed is that it only takes a few hours to make a good longbow without lacking materials. And a good recurve composite bow, even if the materials are complete, the manufacturing cycle will take several years.

Just like the Soviet T34 fighting German Leopard tanks, although the quality and accuracy are not as good as the other party, they can directly submerge the other party with a large number of oceans.

If the Southern Song Dynasty could afford the people's war when defending the city, there would be no need to fight the battle, and the number of people would be clear.

Therefore, when Zhao Fubo counted the benefits of the recurve bow and counted little John so hard that he could not speak, Martin spoke.

"Yes, what you said is right. The quality of a longbow is indeed not as good as a composite bow, but there is a problem. It only takes one or two hours to build a longbow, but how long does it take to build a composite bow? How much money does it cost to use a large army..."

The more Martin said that Zhao Fubo was more surprised. If he only talked about the bow, Zhao Fubo might be able to say something. If he was asked to shoot a few arrows, he could even do three or four.

But if he had to calculate the numbers, Zhao Fubo, who had not yet learned the knowledge of reading, could he calculate clearly?

"...So, my teacher has already listed a list of books for you. If you can't finish reading, you are not allowed to practice guns! People like you who are not knowledgeable in economics still want to go back to the Song Dynasty to defend their country? I think it's better to forget it. Don't harm the lives of good people's children!"

The more Zhao Fubo listened to Martin's words, the more he felt that the teacher he bought was really a scholar. Especially his words made Zhao Fubo feel good and extremely bad.

Some words from "The Art of War" that I have been memorizing hard have come to my mind again.

"Therefore, wise will eat the enemy. If you eat the enemy for one bell, you will be twenty bells; if you have a stalk, you will be twenty stones..."

After thinking for a while, Zhao Fubo agreed.

"Ah... this... as a result, it's better to read some books. It's a pity that I'm so stupid. How long do I have to read these books?"

However, he did not receive a response. His teacher Martin was looking at the two wide ruts on the sand at this moment.

Then he took out a thick notebook and wrote and painted it on it, and remembered something. Zhao Fubo understood nothing except seeing two long, parallel lines.

Seeing that the teacher was so busy, Zhao Fubo jumped out of the car and returned to his back with his little black charcoal. He lifted his big gun again, and wanted to gallop on the sand, but for some reason he always felt something in his heart.

In the past, he always thought that as long as he practiced his gun, he would be able to return to the Central Plains in the future and be bullied. But now it seems that his former thoughts are not very good.

I want to change it, but I don’t know where to start.

"Well, Miss Yu is a smart girl, or she may know what to do. And if she knows that I want to study, I'm afraid I'm so happy!"

He thought to himself, he rode his horse to Shu Yuer's carriage. No matter how Shu Yuer was feeling in the car, nor did he care about Zhao Xu's literary talent on the side of the car, he just straightened his neck and called.

"Miss Yu, Miss Yu, I have something to ask you for advice!"

The curtain was lifted, revealing Shu Yuer's face, who had been neglected by him for a while, but a layer of frost was covered with a beautiful face.

"What a quarrel, I haven't woken up yet. I woke up and saw me spare you!"

This time, Zhao Fubo's voice was indeed suppressed. He rode a horse and approached Shu Yuer's carriage and whispered.

"Yu'er, I want to read, but how should I preach this book? Look at the list of books my teacher gave me. Don't read me like a fool!"

When Shu Yuer heard that Zhao Fubo wanted to study, she was so happy that she was so happy that she heard his second half of the sentence, but when she heard him coldly, she came to scold him.

"What does it cost to me to study? And if you want to read today, it will be a waste of my hard work if you don't read it tomorrow! As for the book list your teacher has given you, you can just read it or not, just be a fool who will be confused for the rest of your life!"

Zhao Fubo, who had no idea in his heart, had long seen that Shu Yuer was concerned about her study. However, he was still staring at her in love with men and women, and mistakenly thought that Shu Yuer was staring at him studying because of Sanniang's instructions.

"Sanniang wants me to listen to you in studying, so naturally I want Miss Yu to teach you!"

When Shu Yuer heard that he carried Sanniang out, she felt a little unhelpful. She opened her almond eyes wide and angered him.

"Bah, don't use Sanniang's instructions to scare me! If you want to study, you must calm down. You only love to dance with swords and guns. Can you?"

Zhao Fubo's answer was justified. In Shu Yuer's heart, he could not mention how useful he was.

"You are the only one in the family who treats me the best. If you want me to study, I will try my best to study well!"

This sentence eased the expression on Shu Yuer's face a lot, and her beautiful eyes were filled with affection, and she quietly squeezed him with words.

"Why do I want you to read? You try your best to read it. Are you really willing to listen to me?"

Wanting to study does not mean that Zhao Erlang has really gotten his mind. Listening to his answers just proves this.

"That's natural. The teacher wants me to read, and you want me to read too. Then I'll read it! Sometimes I'm too tired to practice guns, so I need to rest when I read it!"

Of course, his stupid words could only bring Shu Yuer's sigh.
Chapter completed!