Chapter 40: Archers

Gao Yuan has found a new excitement for the soldiers. Anyone has a natural curiosity about the same new things, especially when this thing is extremely competitive, everyone wants to stay in the sandbag array. For a longer time, compare others to win the capital to brag and fart in front of everyone. Among them, the most energetic are Sun Xiao and Yan Haibo. Sun Xiao has a solid foundation, and Yan Haibo is young and energetic.

The ultimate goal of fighting is to best protect yourself and knock down others. Practice without actual combat is just some fancy fancy moves, and this sandbag array imitates actual combat to the greatest extent possible, while avoiding unnecessary injuries. Of course, since After this sandbag formation stood in the barracks, almost everyone in the team had blue noses and bruised faces. Cao Tiancheng had to run to the city every day, and invited a doctor to treat everyone's injuries, but the doctor in the city who specialized in bruises made a lot of money.

Cao Tiancheng himself tried it once, but after all, he was in his forties. After entering, he was put on the ground in an instant. He was lying on the ground and crawled out from the inside, making Sun Xiao feel better. He laughed. Since then, Cao Tiancheng has been obsessed with these sandbags and never tried it again. He is afraid of young people. He must be old, and his strength and reaction are not comparable to those of young people. Responsible for the whole team's food, drink and Lhasa, this kind of hard and tiring work should be done by young people.

Where Gao Yuan placed the sandbag array, he was too lazy to care, nor did he instruct the soldiers under his command to practice. This thing still relies on a sense of understanding and constant practice. , if you get beaten a lot, you can also improve your ability to resist strikes. Now being hit by a sandbag is just a trivial matter. If you go to the battlefield and get slashed with a knife a few times, it's not a fun. Except for occasionally practicing by himself, he Almost ignored how Sun Xiao and the others practiced.

Gao Yuan has turned his attention to the only ten archers in the team.

It is extremely difficult to train an archer, a spearman can be quick in one or two months, a swordsman can take up to half a year, but an archer needs at least one or two years of training before it can be used. In a centurion, there are ten Archers, this ratio is already very high. In this age of cold weapons, as long-range strike archers, they are an extremely important part of the army and are indispensable.

So on the edge of the camp, there were more than a dozen targets, and ten archers lined up in front of Gao Yuan.

"Who is the most powerful?" Gao Yuan stared at these ten people and asked bluntly.

Nine of them all looked at a thin and sturdy man in the team. This was a short man in his early thirties, with a height of more than one meter at most. Among men, he was considered a short man. Judgment is not very confident. I made a few shots and made mistakes again and again. It seems that people in this era are looking old. Maybe these people lived too hard before and looked old.

"What's your name?" Gao Yuan asked.

"Back to Bing Cao, the villain is called Infantry!"

"What?" Gao Yuan widened his eyes.

"The villain's surname is Bu, it's called an infantry!" the man shouted loudly.

Gao Yuan almost burst out laughing, the infantry really had a good name.

"What's your best grade?"

"Within fifty paces, the arrow is shot!" the infantry said proudly.

Gao Yuan doesn't know much about bows and arrows. At fifty paces, what level of arrows is in the arrows.

"Bing Cao, that's Romance, it's actually impossible to do. If you can hit a person at a distance of a hundred paces, you're considered a marksman. In fact, even if you hit someone, there's no damage at all, you can only tickle your opponent. , As for the hundred steps to penetrate Yang, it is impossible to do." The infantry did not give Gao Yuan any face, and directly refuted.

Gao Yuan's rare old face blushed, looked at the confident infantry, pointed to the target in the distance, "Come on, it's just a mouth pose, shoot a few arrows and let me take a look."

The infantry marched out in great strides, and after nearly a month of practice, these soldiers, in their words, deeds, and actions, already had the demeanor of some modern soldiers.

Lifting the bow, twisting the arrow, stringing the arrow, holding your breath, holding the arrow with the index finger and the middle finger, holding the arrow with the thumb, suddenly pulling the bow, the strength is not bad, the bow opens like a full moon, with a chirp, the feather arrow is sharp The whistling sound came out of the string, and with a snatch, it was directly inserted on the target of fifty paces.

"Okay!" The onlookers all clapped vigorously.

"Shoot a few more arrows and see!" Gao Yuan nodded slightly.

The foot soldiers staggered their feet one after the other and shot four arrows in a row. Sure enough, as he said, the arrows could hit the target. After the four arrows passed, he gasped a little, "Bing Cao, I haven't touched the bow for a long time. I can't keep up with the strength, but the soldiers give me some time, and I can shoot ten arrows in one breath."

"That's right, it's not bad, it's just a little lack of strength in your hands." Gao Yuan pondered, "I don't know much about bows and arrows, but I've never eaten pork, but I've seen pigs run. Your wrists are still stable enough to shoot arrows. In an instant, the trembling between the wrists may make your arrows miss a thousand miles. Look at the human-shaped target. Although all the arrows are hit, among the five arrows, there are only two arrows. If you hit the key point, you can kill with one arrow, and the other three arrows are far behind.”

"Yes, the soldier said so!"

Gao Yuan smiled slightly, and it could be seen that the infantry was still a little unconvinced.

"Everyone will try it!" Gao Yuan waved his hand and said to the other nine people.

The other nine archers stepped forward one after another, and each shot five arrows, which is really far from the infantry. Among the five arrows, the best one only hit four arrows, and the others have three arrows and two arrows. , the worst one was only hit by an arrow, and his face was flushed with embarrassment.

"Your common problem is that your arms and wrists are not stable enough. During this period of time, you should practice arm and wrist strength first!" Regardless of what the infantry thought, Gao Yuan walked to the edge of the field, picked up a stone, twisted the weight in his hand, raised his hand and threw it at the "Infantry," hang this on your wrist, and then raise your bow to aim, you don't have to shoot an arrow, stick to one stick of incense or more each time, you decide the time yourself, but it can't be less than one stick of incense, and others do the same Do it! Practice for more than ten days, and I'll come back to see your results."

"This, is this useful?" The infantry's face was full of doubts, but Bing Cao just said that he didn't know much about bows and arrows.

"Whether it's useful or not, you can only know if you practice!" Gao Yuan took the bow and arrow, held the flat end in his hand, and said, "Infantry, you pull my wrist!"

Looking at Gao Yuan's horizontal arm, the infantry stretched out a hand, grabbed Gao Yuan's wrist, and pulled it gently, but Gao Yuan's hand didn't move at all, not even a trace of tremors, he was surprised, and his hand was strengthened, still like a dragonfly. Shaking the column, he couldn't help being shocked, and he suddenly exerted strength, this time finally pulling Gao Yuan's wrist.

"Yes, your hand strength is quite good!" Gao Yuan nodded, people who are good at bows and arrows should have stronger arms than ordinary people, otherwise it would be impossible to pull the bowstring many times. Give the bow to the infantry, "You take it well. !"

The infantry posed according to Gao Yuan's previous frame. He already understood Gao Yuan's meaning in his heart, and his arms were tense. Gao Yuan smiled and stretched out his hand to tap lightly. A sink.

"I haven't tried my best yet!" Gao Yuan dropped a sentence, turned around and left, leaving behind the dumbfounded infantry.

"Tiancheng, come with me!" Looking back at Gaoyuan, he was already far away. As he walked, he stretched out his hand to greet Cao Tiancheng, who was watching the excitement in front of the sandbag formation. On the other side, Sun Xiao and Yan Haibo were already on the bar, and the two stood together in the sandbag formation. In the middle of the game, he punched and kicked the sandbags, and from time to time they saw two people being hit by the flying sandbags, but they both gritted their teeth and refused to admit defeat.