Zhang Sanbao is also unequivocal. Don't look at other people's big five and three thick, but he is very careful. He was able to open the second crossbow, but he was beaten because he secretly drank before and missed the opportunity to recruit the battalion commander. Now Lin Wan He saw Yue's skill in his eyes and sighed to himself.
However, he still wanted to take this opportunity to show his hand in front of Lin Wanyue. He heard that Lin Wanyue started as an infantryman, and he was not even a corporal before. This young battalion commander's blue eyes may be able to be a soldier, and in the future, if this Lin Feixing rises to the top, he can also ascend to the sky...
Zhang Sanbao stood with his feet open, held the bow in his hands, took an arrow, drew the bow, took a deep breath, the muscles on his forearms immediately protruded, and the black bow was slowly pulled away...
Zhang Sanbao was sweating in his heart, secretly thinking, he pulled the Ershibow, and he didn't have so much effort at all.
Even so, Zhang Sanbao still lived up to expectations to draw the black bow, but it was not as easy as Lin Wanyue before, and the speed of drawing the bow was not as fast as Lin Wanyue's. At this speed, he could not participate in actual combat at all.
Under the gazes of everyone, Zhang Sanbao let go of his hand, and saw the arrow smashed away with a "swoosh", and then missed the target...
Everyone's eyes stared at the empty target fifty paces away in astonishment, and the scene was strangely quiet for a while.
Only Lin Wanyue was calm when she saw this scene. She hooked her lips and patted Zhang Sanbao's arm, then took back her black bow and said, "Yes, what's your name?"
Hearing Lin Wanyue's words, Zhang Sanbao blushed, panted heavily, turned his head after a long time, and said to Lin Wanyue in a rough voice, "Batch commander, don't ask, the villain said shamelessly, I'm afraid of humiliating my Zhang family ancestor!"
Lin Wanyue smiled and comforted: "It's not your problem, it's my fault that I didn't make it clear before, this bow was originally owned by the commander, because the bow was damaged and lost the head and was discarded by the commander. I found it in a pile of weapons, and then the commander gave it to me. I saw that the bowstring was made of special material and couldn’t bear to throw it away, so I kept using it. Knowing how it changes orbit will definitely be inaccurate, and you have proven your ability to pull this bow."
Hearing what Lin Wanyue said, Zhang Sanbao's expression turned slightly pale, and he cupped his hands in admiration for Lin Wanyue and said, "Little man Zhang Sanbao."
Seeing Lin Wanyue's nodding, Zhang Sanbao was overjoyed and continued: "Captain, this bow is not a standard two-cross bow, to tell you the truth, the villain has been a military household from generation to generation, and his ancestors have been archers, and the villain's grandfather. I have also been the battalion commander of the Feiyu Battalion. I didn't have such a hard time pulling the second crossbow. In my opinion, this bow is a bit heavier than the second crossbow, but it is still less than the three crossbow. You can pull this hard bow with ease. A hundred times, the villain is willing to be defeated, even the villain's grandfather may not be able to be like the battalion commander."
Hearing Zhang Sanbao's words, Lin Wanyue couldn't help laughing, and said to herself, "This rough guy is really good at talking, yet he compares himself to his grandfather.
Seeing Lin Wanyue's kindness, the people in the field were also bold. They joked with Zhang Sanbao: "Three fatty, you really know how to flatter. Our battalion commander is so young, you compare him to your grandfather!"
"Hahahaha!" Everyone laughed when the voice fell, and the men in the barracks did not speak with the same scruples as outsiders.
Zhang Sanbao didn't care at all. He turned his head to look at the soldier who was joking at him and waved his fist the size of a casserole. Then he turned to look at Lin Wanyue, scratching his head embarrassedly and said naively: "The battalion commander, I'm a rough person and can't speak. Don't mind. In a word, I will serve you Zhang Sanbao. In the future, I'm willing to take care of you."
Lin Wanyue smiled and nodded, indicating that she knew. Then he looked at the soldiers around him, restrained the smile on his face and said: "Okay, everyone, I will come up with a new training plan tomorrow, and it won't take long for you to be able to draw the bow a hundred times in one go. ."
Everyone cheered and dispersed, and each returned to his own position to continue practicing.
And Lin Wanyue didn't continue, she put her black bow behind her back, and then walked around in the Feiyu camp to see the soldiers' training.
The second crossbow, a hundred times in one breath is actually Lin Wanyue's limit. Even though she just seemed to be pulling the bow with ease every time, in fact, after fifty strokes, Lin Wanyue had to endure the arm every time she pulled the bow. The tingling came.
She is not a natural power, and even her power is not as good as many people in this barracks at the beginning, because she is a woman. Only Lin Wanyue knows how much sweat she has put in to get to this level today.
Since having this black bow, Lin Wanyue has been constantly challenging her own limits every day, from pulling the bow a hundred times with one crossbow to pulling the bow twenty times, fifty times, and a hundred times with the second crossbow.
And because Lin Wanyue was an infantryman before, these exercises must be added after he has completed his own essential training.
For a 16-year-old girl, the hardships involved are beyond words.
Of course, Lin Wanyue's efforts were not in vain. At least she was still alive. In the infantry battalion with the highest mortality rate, she survived intact for more than two years, and she also harvested the sixty deep and shallow engravings on the wooden board. one.
There are still fifty-seven, and the blood feud in Chanjuan Village is deep.
Just when Lin Wanyue's Feather Camp training was about to come to an end, an uninvited guest came...
Li Zhong was dressed in Chinese clothes, followed by two teams of equally dignified Beijing guards, and a group of people entered the Feiyu Camp in a mighty manner.
The soldiers who practiced stopped their movements when they saw this posture. Some of them knew Li Zhong and some didn't, but after seeing Li Zhong's clothes and looking at the guards behind him, they also understood what was in front of him. Ren is a big man, even if he didn't know what to call him, he asked An.
Li Zhong ignored everyone's greetings and went straight to Lin Wanyue: "This prince wants to move his muscles and bones, and bring a bow."
As soon as the words fell, a soldier standing beside Lin Wanyue immediately offered the bow in his hand, but Li Zhong did not pick it up, but looked at Lin Wanyue arrogantly.
"Why don't you bring the bow to the prince?" Li Zhong didn't speak, but the guards behind him couldn't hold back.
Lin Wanyue glanced at the guard, then glanced at Li Zhong lightly, took the bow from the soldier's hand, and handed it to Li Zhong.
Li Zhong snorted coldly, took the bow handed over by Lin Wanyue and played with it in his hand, then looked at Lin Wanyue and continued, "I heard that you are the battalion commander of Feiyu Battalion."
"Exactly." Lin Wanyue answered with her back straight and neither humble nor arrogant.
"Oh, it really is the frontier army, vulgar."
Li Zhong scolded and scolded, and immediately, everyone who heard Li Zhong's words changed their faces, but because of Li Zhong's identity, everyone dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, so they all focused their attention on Lin Wanyue's. body.
Lin Wanyue was not as excited as the others, her expression was still indifferent, and it had not changed from beginning to end.
Seeing that Lin Wanyue didn't speak, Li Zhong felt even more proud, and continued: "My father is a first-rank military marquis of Li Guo, and he is a noble in military service. I am the prince of the Marquis of Pingyang. He is a small battalion commander who has no military post and does not have a food town, and he should bow down when he sees his son.”
Lin Wanyue lowered her eyes, knelt neatly on one knee and gave Li Zhong a salute, then stood up, showing no signs of embarrassment.
Seeing this scene, the other soldiers of Feiyu Battalion were a little disappointed, but there was nothing they could do.
However, before Li Zhong could speak, Lin Wanyue took the black bow on her back, handed it to Li Zhong and said loudly, "The Marquis of Pingyang admires the military meritorious deeds of the nobles. Heroes and heroes, this black bow was originally given to the villain by the marshal, and the sword is matched with the hero, why don't you use this bow to show your skills."
Being held by Lin Wanyue like this, Li Zhong felt very at ease. He looked down at the black bow that Lin Wanyue was holding in his hand, so he casually threw the bow in his hand to the guard beside him, and reached out to take Lin Wanyue's bow. black bow.
Li Zhong looked at the black bow in front of him, nodded and said, "Well, it really is a good bow."
Seeing that Lin Wanyue took the initiative to give the black bow to Li Zhong, the other soldiers of Feiyu Battalion immediately came to their spirits and gave the young battalion commander a thumbs up in their hearts.
The tall and tall Zhang Sanbao shouted loudly outside, "Brothers, stop and take a look, the prince of the Marquis of Pingyang is going to show his talents, if you miss it, you won't be able to see it!"
So more people gathered around, and soon Li Zhong was surrounded by a bunch of people.
Besides, Li Zhong is not an empty name. The Marquis of Pingyang is honored for military service. Li Zhong, as the prince, is also the most beloved son of Marquis Pingyang. He took the bow handed by Lin Wanyue.
Seeing that the soldiers in the Feiyu Battalion were all waiting for him to show their hands, Li Zhong raised his chin proudly, then took the bow to the target, took an arrow, took a step forward with his right foot, and drew on the ground. A large fan shape, with a lunge down and a set of standard aristocratic archery postures.
Li Zhong set up the arrow, and then with a breath, the bowstring was slowly pulled away, and the field was extremely quiet all of a sudden. It seems that Li Zhong is still a little capable, but almost everyone is tacit, and the show is still good. behind...
Li Zhong was secretly proud in his heart: The small two-stone hard bow can't beat this prince...
So Li Zhong let go of his hand with a triumphant smile, only to hear a "whoosh", and the arrow broke through the air!
Then, off target...
"Hahahahaha..."
The surrounding soldiers held back for a long time, and when they saw that Li Zhong's arrow missed the target unexpectedly, they immediately burst into laughter.
Li Zhong's eyes widened and he looked at the target in front of him in disbelief. At the age of sixteen, he opened a two crossbow and pierced Yang with a hundred paces. Today, he has no chance of missing the target with only fifty paces.
Li Zhong blushed, grabbed an arrow, shot the arrow again with his noble archery posture, missed the target...
"impossible!"
Li Zhong roared angrily, and then "swish, swish" and fired ten arrows in a row. In the end, his nobleman's archery posture was messy, and there was still not a single arrow on the target in front of him...