Because of the attachment of the curved blade, the bronze sculpturecan be
used to both stab and slash. This flat type Mitsubishi with a crossbow fired
wing arrows, hit rate, flight speed, stable, air resistance is small,
penetrating power. Advantage of this weapon is useful in long-distance shot and
killed the enemy, it is estimated that played a significant role in the
Zhangpingzhizhan
We can reasonably speculate that Kuo with breakout failed,
and reluctantly returned to the temporary fortress, Qin chase, crossbow bursts.
The panic Kuo back straight between the two arrows, Guanxiong into the house,
reluctantly came to the old back slope and finally where he died. Subordinates
of the Kuo also continuing to fight or even faster arrow pulled out, and put him
together with the beloved saber hastily buried. Perhaps in order to prevent the
Qin mining, and even mound epitaphs did not dare to stay. Soon, these
subordinates or killed, or drop after abusing, finally no one can ascertain
exactly Kuo died from where. The shaft of the bronze sculpture used in chariots
is longer than those used by infantry and cavalry. The secret history of the
dust-laden 2300. In 1951, in a casual excavation, Kuo brought to light. However,
his family, his comrades, his death can not get the enemies have told him to
become a long story, together with his age, only in yellow, so the paper heap
flashing weak light.
The autumn breeze bay windows, brought a burst of
sweet-scented osmanthus aroma, and the other a tree's leaves floated With gusts
window, he did not know what the leaves, and too busy to see it. Perhaps his
heart still nostalgic for the good things, but the residual disease of the limb
left him whenever deep in nostalgic feel more fatigue. When two curved blades
are attached on opposite sides of the tip, the bronze sculpture is referred to as
double ji. He clenched his hands of the handle, it is well-known crested bronze
knife. Although his physical strength is not sufficient to lift Zhebing of solid
steel and bronze knife, burning in the veins of the impulse has never been
extinguished. In the bottom of my heart cry, arms capacity, flushed.
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