Shang Zhen worked hard again.
Originally, he thought his arm strength was already great, but who would have thought that this newly snatched bow could only be pulled half-open by himself!
However, Shang Zhen was full of expectations that he could open this bow.
He also only pulled the bow halfway to shoot the arrow out of the distance to catch up with the time when the original bow was full.
Would it be worth it if I stretched this bow all the way? Doesn't it mean that you can also use this bow to shoot through the enemy's body
Shang Zhen has already been tasted, and the same bow will fly farther when shooting an arrow, while it will be closer when shooting a stone.
Obviously, the newly seized bow belongs to a strong bow, and the guy who was killed by himself with a rock stick is definitely a good guy among the Huren, and the ordinary Huren can't pull this bow.
For myself who lacks arrows, if I can pull this bow and then shoot stones with this bow later, then I can use stones to shoot against the Huren.
Stones are not like arrows.
If a quiver of the same size can hold twenty arrows, how many stones can it hold? I'm afraid there are more than a hundred stones, right
In this way, if you fight with the Huren again, you will never have to worry about not having "arrows" again!
Shang Zhen practiced so hard, unknowingly, his chest muscles, abdominal muscles, and arm muscles became tangible and qualitative.
And this time his practice is more than three months later.
At noon that day, Shang Zhen was already sweating profusely after training again.
Although it was autumn, it was a young man with strong firepower, but Shang Zhen took off all his torn jackets and licked his upper body.
He clenched his fist forcefully, feeling as if he had infinite power accumulated in his body.
This time it should work!
Shang Zhen got up and took off the bow he had been hanging on the tree at the entrance of the hole.
He held the bow with his left hand and held the bowstring with his right hand and lifted the bow, starting to accumulate strength all over his body.
"Open!" In Shang Zhen's muffled hum, this bow was really pulled away by him!
And at this moment, in the autumn sun, the various muscle groups of his upper body were undoubtedly exposed.
It is said that the skin of young girls is as smooth as water, but has anyone paid attention to the skin of boys
Shang Zhen practiced in this mountain for a summer, but he was always wearing big pants.
Don't talk about the healthy wheat color, he now looks like a black man.
Muscles of various shapes appeared on his sweat-soaked body, which looked like a statue full of tension from a distance.
"Om!" Shang Zhen's right hand squeezed the string loosened, and the bow instantly returned to its original shape, but Shang Zhen was already immersed in the wonderful feeling of the moment he opened the bow.
What a good bow!
Shang Zhen didn't notice. The moment he released the bowstring and made a "buzz" sound, the little milk cat, who was playing on the tree in the other direction, had already pricked his ears.
Then the little milk cat ran down the steep tree trunk and ran into the depths of the wood silently.
If the little milk cat has been trained by Shang Zhen to develop the most correct habit, that is, it will run away when it hears the buzzing sound of the bowstring rebound.
It was really afraid of being beaten by Shang Zhen with an acorn!
How could Shang Zhen know what the little milk cat is doing
There were pads underneath Xiaodong's two or four paws, and he always ran silently.
If a sneak attack is considered to be a battle, Little Milk Cat is definitely the best fighter!
However, Shang Zhen didn't have the idea of cultivating the little milk cat into a warrior or a killer. He didn't want the little milk cat to eat human flesh, even nonsense!
Shang was still immersed in the joy of pulling his bow.
Instead of loading the stones, he began to draw the short bow empty.
Shang Zhen opened this bow ten times and then felt his muscles swell and then stopped.
Shooting stones with a bow is much more difficult than shooting arrows.
The difficulty lies in how to use the "torque", that is, how the left hand holding the bow handle at the moment the right hand releases the string to let it, so that the stone flying out of the magazine sticks to the middle position of the bow grip Fly out.
It is conceivable that if the hand of the bow is held fast but the back hand does not release the bowstring, then the shot will be crooked, and the difference will definitely be a thousand miles away.
If the hand holding the bow slows down, the shot stones will definitely hit the grip of the bow directly, or even hit one's own hand.
If it's a normal bow, it's fine, but if a stone shot from a hard bow hits one's hand, it is perfectly normal to break one's knuckles!
After the bowstring is pulled, the maximum distance between the point where the sling pocket is pulled and the grip is slightly larger, which is only about three feet.
As soon as the back hand is loosened, the stone can be shot out. If you use an arrow within 100 meters of this bow, you can shoot through the human body.
If you hit a person on the head with a stone, it is impossible to shoot through.
But if you say that you just hit a person's head with a big bag, you are also deceiving yourself, that is, hitting a person's hardest forehead will "set" a stone in the last time!
Just imagine how fast a stone with such power can fly three feet in the air!
In this extremely small, at least nowadays, there is no time unit to describe its short, it is definitely faster than a flick of a finger!
Therefore, how can Shang Zhen be careless and cautious!
Shizi Shangzhen really didn't dare to test it, but it was possible to use an arrow.
Although I know that arrows are precious, I am not reconciled to seeing the power of this bow!
Shang Zhen draws a bow and shoots an arrow, this time the arrow is pointed at a tree with a thick bowl a hundred meters away.
When his arms pulled this bow apart again, he felt the soreness of the chest muscles and the muscles on his arms again.
It seems that although I can now draw this bow, I still have to practice strength!
This thought flicked across Shang Zhen's mind, but then he released his right hand holding the bowstring.
At this moment, the arrow flew out at a speed invisible to the naked eye.
Just as the bowstring bounced back, Shang Zhen faintly heard a "snatch" sound from the tree in front of him, and the arrow had been pierced into the trunk of that tree.
It's so fast!
With Shang Zhen's eyesight, he could only see that the arrow drew a line, as if it had pierced the void in an instant.
It is an exaggeration to say that it is invisible to the naked eye, but the speed of the arrow is only visible to the naked eye!
After a while, when Shang Zhen stepped forward to take a closer look, he saw that the arrow had penetrated deeply into the tree trunk.
He stretched out his hand to hold the arrow and tried to pull it off, but it was only the shaft that shook the arrow but he never pulled it out!
"Lin Ancao frightened the wind, General Ye led the bow. Pingming looked for Baiyu, but he was not in the stone edge." At this time, Shang Zhen actually shook his head.
But this is not over yet, he went on to chant: "Wide out hunting, see the stone in the grass, think that the tiger is shooting in the middle of the stone, the stone is not the arrow (arrow), look at it, the stone is also."
At this time, it was already a business shock that some people were tall and magnificent, but it seemed to have changed back to the small bench in Yukou Village that endorsed the people in front of the whole village.
But life is like a dream.
The square and a little honest little bench that used to be.
Or now this is a young man who has the courage to pierce the tree with one arrow.
Or the big bird in the dream that keeps flying in the turbulent ocean.
Which one is true, and who can tell