Chapter 371 I Don’t Have a Grandson Like You!

Whoosh...

The arrow was shot from the bow and arrow training ground on the right. Although there was some low rumbling around, as soon as the whistle of the sharp arrow arrived, Tang En, David, Mi Xiu and others immediately turned their heads and locked on the arrow. The location and direction of branches. Frey and some battlefield veterans also reacted quickly, and then discovered the incoming sharp arrow.

But being able to hear the sound only meant that the sharp arrow was not far away from them. And as long as they are not coming directly towards them, in this neat queue, it is impossible to separate the crowd and rush up to intercept them halfway.

Tang En and the others didn't do anything. They squinted as the rapidly approaching arrows passed through the iron fence of the training area and shot into the team more than ten meters in front. Then the marching team suddenly stopped and an uproar was heard.

"Damn it, they actually dare to take action..."

"Damn it, fight them!"

The soldiers at the back reacted a little slower. When they raised their heads, they saw arrows shooting straight into the team. Seeing that there was some confusion in front, they thought they had injured someone. Suddenly the crowd became furious and the sound of weapons being unsheathed was heard one after another.

"Stop, don't be impulsive!" "Stop moving forward, stay where you are and don't take any unauthorized actions..."

The surrounding officers, such as Frey, shouted loudly at the first moment to suppress the situation and calm down the soldiers who were about to make a move.

Tang En squinted as he watched several people running quickly in the training area. He curled his lips slightly and said, "Let's go over and have a look." After saying that, he took a step to the right and walked out of the queue. David Michaud and other Gray Space personnel heard this and their expressions turned cold, and they walked out.

While the team is marching, the soldiers cannot leave without permission. But Gray Space is an exception. They are not part of the military system, and they are organized at the regiment level. There is really no one around who can order them. After some soldiers recognized the identity of Gray Space, they even shouted excitedly to teach each other a lesson. David and others also nodded happily.

Just when Frey suppressed his soldiers and caught up with a few old brothers, who were now the captains, Tang En and the others also arrived at the scene of the incident.

Separating the surrounding crowd, an arrow stick was stuck diagonally on the ground, and most of it was submerged in the soil.

Mi Xiu's eyes flashed when he saw this, he looked at the bow and arrow training area next to him, and snorted coldly: "Humph, your archery skills are pretty good."

This is true. When the army is marching, it is naturally not a swarm. There will be a few steps between each formation. This arrow obviously caught this distance and shot it. Although it is easy to say, it is much more difficult to actually do it. After all, the soldiers are always on the move, and there is an iron fence in the middle. The opponent can predict in advance and pass through the gap in the fence that is no more than the size of a palm. This hand and arrow technique is indeed very skillful.

At this time, several people in the training area also arrived at the iron fence. The leader of the group had a middle-aged face, carried a long bow, and was dressed in standard leather armor: "Oh, I'm really sorry. My hand slipped and I didn't control it well. Accurate... well, no one was hurt."

There was nothing wrong with the words of apology, but it was completely different when paired with a disapproving expression and a completely different target.

The gray-coated soldiers outside the fence all had ugly expressions, but they couldn't get angry for a while. Yes, everyone can tell that this is definitely not due to some bullshit hand slipping. But no matter what, the other party didn't hurt anyone, and now they came over to pretend to explain and apologize. They couldn't grasp any excuse at all.

"Fuck you, your eyes are on your butt. Do you dare to say this wasn't intentional?" David strode to the fence, poked the middle-aged man with his finger, and shouted loudly.

The middle-aged man took a step back and spread his hands, with a joking look on his face: "Why did this little brother say this? He said it was because of his slippery hands. And, hey, you said I did it on purpose, do you have any evidence? "

"That's it, come up with evidence... If you don't have it, don't blame us for suing you like the Warlord for insulting and slandering an active officer..."

"Haha, I think the complaint can be ignored. It's just a help to a bunch of people who have never seen the world..."

"Yes, letting them see the instructor's incredible archery skills is enough to commend them..."

As soon as David got angry, several people behind the middle-aged man called the instructor stopped working, and there was a burst of cynicism.

With a contemptuous glance, David certainly would not be so easily offended. He spat at the middle-aged man's feet with disdain: "Bah, I thought I had some courage, but I didn't expect that he is a coward who dares to do things but dares not admit it." .”

The middle-aged instructor's face twitched and he put his hands behind his back. His face was expressionless and he pretended not to hear. He shook his head at the soldiers behind him and said, "Forget it. Don't be acquainted with them. Let's go... eh?" He paused for a moment and turned around. The body that came over suddenly trembled, and he looked at Frey who was coming over with a ghostly expression. His outstretched arm trembled slightly, and he screamed, "F-Frey?"

Frey, who arrived here, saw the arrows shot on the ground and roughly guessed what was going on. After hearing the sharp scream, he turned his head and looked at the middle-aged instructor. His eyes narrowed slightly. He looked familiar, but he couldn't pronounce his name: "You are..."

"You, you are... not dead yet!!!"

Frowning, the other party said this, obviously knowing the circumstances of his previous crimes, but Frey still couldn't figure out who the other party was. He turned to look at Shouhou and other old brothers. They basically felt the same way. Some of them felt the same way. Doubtful, but all shook their heads.

After all, Frey had been away from the army for more than ten years. Except for some people who had a life-long friendship like Barlow who could still remember him, some people who were not familiar with him before naturally couldn't remember him. But Frey didn't care about this. He had committed crimes before, but now he has joined the Gray Army, and the Gray Army was working with Bran. Naturally, the other party could not destroy this relationship because of him. After all, it was really If we look back at old scores, most of the people in the Gray Army have much more serious criminal records than him.

After the middle-aged instructor screamed, he barely suppressed the turmoil in his heart, stopped looking at Frey, turned around and left. at this time,

Tang En leaned over and pulled out the arrow branch on the ground, and said calmly: "Do you want to leave now? Why don't you take your arrow branch with you?" After a pause, the middle-aged instructor turned his head and curled his lips: "No need. I’ll leave it to you.”

"Haha, not bad! I'll leave you with a thought, practice more if you have nothing to do..."

"Hey, it's useless to practice any more. How can these mud-legged people master the instructor's magic arrow skills..."

Tang En ignored these clown-like soldiers and said loudly: "Luke."

"Here we come, boss." Luke, dressed in black armor, walked out from behind with a bow and arrows on his back. Handing over the arrow branch, Tang En patted him on the shoulder: "Give this arrow branch back to them."

"Haha, look at it, boss." Luke took the arrow with a playful smile and took off the bow wrapped in layers of cloth on his back.

The middle-aged instructor's expression changed, and he turned around. He glanced at Luke first, and then stared at the black long bow with a wary look on his face.

The Bran soldiers also reacted, and their bodies suddenly tensed: "How dare you!" Obviously, they also realized that the other party was going to fight back, but now they are the only ones around...

"Haha, look at how cowardly you are." Looking at these people with contempt, Luke grabbed the long bow and set the arrow on it, "Don't worry, I'm really afraid of dirtying my bow if I kill you." After finishing speaking, he adjusted his breathing and squinted his eyes to look into the training area.

Following Luke's line of sight, the middle-aged instructors and others turned to look, and were shocked to find that it was actually the target position.

"Haha... Haha, isn't it the target you want to shoot at?" A Bran soldier turned around and sneered, saying with a sarcastic tone.

"Are you kidding me? Even if you don't have any knowledge, you still have to have some sense... The distance is still more than 200 meters anyway. Not to mention hitting the target, it's pretty good if you can touch it."

After discovering that Luke's target seemed to be an arrow target, these Bran soldiers all looked ridiculous. But if you put aside the ridicule inside, what these soldiers said is actually true.

Although bows and arrows are also considered mid-range and long-range weapons, that is relative. An ordinary longbow can only shoot up to two to three hundred meters, and that's only the farthest range, not the effective range. If we only count precision shooting, if we can hit the target accurately and often within a hundred meters, we can be said to be an expert archer. The middle-aged instructor showed his hand before, and the distance was only about 80 meters. But now the distance is more than 200 meters... If you can't see clearly, how can you talk about accurate shooting?

"Shut up...it's a good bow! What a pity..."

What Luke held in his hand was the trophy that Tang En had obtained from killing the goshawk - the Flying Eagle Bow. It is no exaggeration to say that this bow is now the most valuable item in the Gray Space team, even more valuable than the black meteorite iron mother's dagger in Tang En's hand.

The middle-aged instructor had good archery skills and had a deep understanding of bows. He squinted at the Eagle Bow in Luke's hand, a look of greed flashed across his face, and then he shook his head and sighed, looking very regretful.

"I admit that your bow has enough range, but if you want to hit the target's red heart... hum..."

Tang En raised his eyebrows and looked at the middle-aged instructor meaningfully. This sentence contains more than just contempt. You must know that Luke has never said his shooting target, but the other party now limits the target to the red heart of the arrow target. This is unknowingly digging for Luke. A trap. However, even though he saw the other party's intention, Tang En did not say anything to expose it. He had confidence in Luke's archery skills!

After walking a few steps left and right, he stretched out his fingers and squinted his eyes to measure. Luke seemed to be choosing the angle of the arrow.

"Can you cum with your muddy legs? Isn't it because you're scared..."

"Do you need to say this? If you're afraid, just say so. Don't waste our time here..."

"Haha, if he can hit the target's red heart, I'll call him Master..."

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"Better say goodbye. I don't have a grandson like you! Go!" Glancing at it, Luke exhaled suddenly, stepped forward, drew the bow like a full moon, pointed it at the head of the middle-aged instructor, and loosened the string.

Whoosh... (To be continued.)