"How long do you think he can last?"
Taking advantage of the break, several young people gathered together and discussed in low voices.
"I lasted two days."
"Two days? I think one day is enough. Don't you realize that he can hardly lift his right hand in less than an hour? To put it bluntly, he will probably give up in the afternoon."
"When you mentioned that, I immediately remembered that I practiced archery all day, and when I got home at night, I couldn't even hold a bowl, and my fingers were all peeling."
"Hehe, who isn't? Comparatively speaking, it's easier to practice with a gun. If I could have a pistol, it would be even better." A young man smiled foolishly.
"You wish. The price of guns has been driven sky-high by those unscrupulous merchants. A bullet this small has to be exchanged for several kilograms of food. How unscrupulous!"
As they chatted, the topic shifted from Chen Fan to other things.
In fact, Chen Fan really feels overwhelmed now.
This body is not as good as that of a normal person. Every time he pulled Hong to the fullest, he had to use almost all his strength. After pulling it for more than ten times in a row, his entire right arm was shaking, as if it didn't belong to him at all.
The only benefit is that my proficiency has increased a lot.
Basic Archery: Lv0 (28%)
During one incident, he was only one finger away from the bull's eye, which increased his progress by 5%.
Chen Fan took a deep breath, raised his numb right arm again, and pulled the bowstring. However, this time, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't pull the bowstring to its full extent.
The next moment, the arrow flew out of his hand, flew three or four meters away, and stuck into the ground.
"Are you stupid? You are exhausted, don't you know how to take a rest?"
The lame man's voice rang out.
Chen Fan turned around and gave him an awkward smile, saying, "Uncle Zhang is right. I'll take a rest first."
As he spoke, he sighed. More haste makes waste. Although he really wanted to max out his proficiency, his physical condition wouldn't allow it.
"Come here, I'll massage your arm."
Just then the lame man spoke again.
This time, not only Chen Fan, but also several young men sitting nearby were stunned. Their eyes seemed to be saying, we didn’t get this kind of treatment when we were practicing archery
"cut."
The lame man said disdainfully to the others, "You call that archery practice? You are so weak and powerless. Those who know you think you are practicing archery, and those who don't think you are fluffing cotton."
Several people blushed immediately.
Although, they did slack off a few times along the way...but that was because their arms were sore and they didn't have the strength to move.
"This," Chen Fan said embarrassedly, "Uncle Zhang, this is not necessary, right?"
"If you don't want to be unable to pull up your pants when you go to the bathroom later, I have no problem with that." The lame man shrugged.
Chen Fan hissed, but still said, "Well, I'll trouble Uncle Zhang then."
"It would have been better if you did this earlier. What a hassle." The lame man limped over, muttering.
The words sound rough, but anyone who is not stupid can hear the concern behind them.
Chen Fan stretched out his right arm, and soon he felt a surge of comfort and ease. The previous fatigue seemed to be swept away, and his body regained control of his right arm.
This lasted for about twenty minutes. During this time, Chen Fan tried to pull back his arm several times, but was stopped by the other party with his eyes.
When the massage was over, Chen Fan felt even more embarrassed and said hurriedly, "Uncle Zhang, thank you for your hard work."
The lame man waved his hand and said, "Compared to what your father has done for the people in the village, this little thing is nothing."
Chen Fan was stunned, then began to understand.
What Uncle Zhang said is that father has always worked hard to ensure the survival of everyone in the village, young or old, male or female, right
"Boy, listen to Uncle Zhang's advice. Archery is not easy to practice. Even if you can hit the target every time now, it will be difficult to hit the target in the wild where there are moving targets."
He glanced at the longbow and spoke earnestly.
"Uncle Zhang, I understand. However, if I give up now, wouldn't I be giving up halfway?" Chen Fan looked into the other person's eyes and said calmly.
The progress bar of basic archery is close to 30%. If I give up now, I will have to start from the beginning again. I have wasted so much energy.
"Too."
The lame man nodded, said, "Practice slowly," and turned and left.
Of course, the young people on the other side had a hard time.
Chen Fan looked at the other person's back and thought to himself, Uncle Zhang looks like a rough guy who always talks about his butt, but he is a delicate person at heart. If it weren't for his lame leg, he would definitely be my father's right-hand man.
He sighed inwardly, picked up the bow and arrow again, and walked towards the target.
Drawing the bow and drawing the arrow again and again seems to be a very boring task to others, and there is no feedback.
But for him, every time he shoots arrows with a standard posture, he can gain a little proficiency. The closer he is to the center of the bull's eye, the greater his proficiency will be!
This undoubtedly made him energetic, and he corrected his posture while shooting arrows again and again, so that the physical fatigue could be endured.
"It seems that I underestimated this kid."
The lame man took a look and nodded slightly.
Just with this spirit of striving to do the best every time, there is no one else like him in the village. Maybe he can really persist
Time passed bit by bit, and at noon Chen Fan went back to have lunch. Of course, the so-called lunch was no different from last night's dinner, still a bowl of porridge.
However, after learning that Chen Fan was practicing archery, the woman scooped another spoonful into his bowl.
"Xiao Fan, if it's hard, don't practice it for now."
She looked at Chen Fan's red hands and felt distressed.
Although she was glad that Chen Fan was sensible and willing to share the pressure with her husband, she was even more worried. When the father and son went out hunting together, if something unexpected happened, how would she, a woman with a child, survive
Chen Fan smiled and shook his head. Bitter? Really not bitter, he was actually enjoying it.
He quickly drank the porridge and rushed to practice archery, leaving his mother with a distressed look on his face and his brother with a confused look on his face.
"Alas, there is nothing I can do. Time is running out and I have to race against time."
Chen Fan sighed. This camp was already very fragile. If there was any more attack, the consequences would be disastrous. However, his experiences in his past life told him that good fortune never comes alone, and misfortune never comes alone. He must grow up as soon as possible.
He walked quickly while looking at the attribute panel.
After a morning of practice, his proficiency in basic archery has reached 52%. If nothing unexpected happens, he will be able to upgrade this skill to level 1 before dark.
At that time, there will definitely be some remarkable changes!