Vol 3 Chapter 371: I don't have your grandson!

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The arrows were shot from the bow and arrow training field on the right. Although there was some low turmoil around, but the arrow whistled, Tang En, David, and Mi Xiu turned their heads and locked the arrows at the first time. Location and direction. Frey and some veterans on the battlefield also responded quickly, and then discovered the sharp arrows coming.
But being able to hear the sound can only show that the sharp arrows are not far from them. As long as they are not directed at them, it is unlikely that in this neat queue, it will be possible to separate the crowd and rush up and cut it halfway.
Tang En didn't use them, squinting at the rushing arrow through the iron fence of the training area, and shot into the team more than ten meters ahead, and then the team marched aloud, a loud noise sounded.
"Damn, they dare to do it ..."
"Mother, fight with them!"
The soldiers in the back reacted slowly, and when they looked up, they saw arrows shoot into the team. Goodbye. There was some confusion in the front. When they hurt people, they were angry and the weapons came out.
"Stop, don't be impulsive!" "Stop moving forward, stay in place and don't allow unauthorized actions ..."
Officers such as Frey shouted at the first moment, suppressed the scene, and calmed down those soldiers who were about to move.
Tang En stared at a few people in the training area running at a quick pace, his mouth slightly skimmed: "Go, look over." After speaking, step directly to the right and step out of the queue. When David Mishou and other personnel in the gray space heard the expression, his face became cold, and then they came out.
As the team was marching, the soldiers could not leave without permission. However, the gray space is an exception. They are not originally in the military system, and they are also regiment-level organizations. There are really no people around them who can command them. After some soldiers recognized the identity of the gray space, they even shouted to teach each other and so on. David and others nodded happily.
Just as Frey held down his soldiers, he took a few old brothers, the current captain, to catch up. Tang En they also arrived at the scene.
The surrounding crowd was separated, and an arrow was inserted obliquely on the ground, mostly submerged in the soil.
Mi Xiu flashed his eyes, looked at the bow and arrow training area next to him, and snorted coldly, "Huh, the archery is good."
This is the truth. Of course, the army is not swarming when it marches. There will be a few steps between each compilation. This arrow is obviously catching the distance, but it is easy to say, but the actual operation is much more difficult. After all, the soldiers are always on the move, and there is also an iron fence in the middle to block them. This method of archery is indeed very successful.
At this point, a few people in the training area also came to the iron fence, headed by the man's middle-aged face, carried a long bow, and dressed in leather armor: "Oh, I'm sorry. I slipped my hands and didn't control them well. Sighting ... well. No one is injured. "
There was no problem with the apology, but with the expression of disapproval and the completely different target of the arrow, it was completely different.
The gray-clad soldiers outside the fence were ugly, but for a while, they could not attack. That's right, everyone can see that this is definitely not the reason for shit. But no matter what, the other party didn't hurt anyone, and now came over to explain and apologize, they couldn't hold any handle at all.
"Fuck your mother's fart. Do you have eyes on your butt, dare you say it was not intentional?" David strode to the fence, poked at the middle-aged man, and roared loudly.
The middle-aged man took a step back and spread his hands, with a joke on his face: "Why did this little brother say this because it was slippery. And, hey. You said I did it on purpose, but can there be evidence? "
"That is, come up with evidence ... if not, don't blame us for insulting and insulting active officers like the governor ..."
"Hehe. I'll just ignore the complaint, but it's just to help the muddy leg that hasn't seen the world ..."
"Yes, let them see the instructor's magical arrows, enough to lift them ..."
When David was in trouble, a few people behind the middle-aged man, known as the instructor, quit, ridiculing.
With a scornful glance, of course, David would not be so easily provoked, and he spit on the feet of the middle-aged man with disdain: "Well, I thought I had the courage, but I did n’t want to be an unidentified fake. . "
The middle-aged instructor twitched his skin, carried his hands, and turned his face expressionless when he didn't hear it. He shook his head at the soldiers behind him: "Forget it, don't go with them, let's go ... uh?" The words were spoken, half-turned The body came over with a trembling shock, and looked at Frei who was coming over with a humorous expression. His outstretched arm trembled and exclaimed, "Fer, Frey?"
Frei rushed here and saw the arrows shot on the ground in the field, and roughly guessed what happened. After hearing the sharp exclamation, he turned to look at the middle-aged instructor, his eyes narrowed, and some familiar faces, but the name could not be called: "You are ..."
"You, you ... aren't dead yet !!!"
Frowning, the other side said this, apparently knowing what happened to him before, but Frey still didn't figure out who the other side was. He turned his eyes and looked at several old brothers such as the thin monkey. They also felt the same. Doubtful, but shook his head.
After Frey had left the army for more than ten years, in addition to those who had fatal relationships like Barlow before, they can still remember that some people who were unfamiliar before could not remember. However, Frey didn't care about it. He used to commit crimes, but now he joins the gray army, and when the gray army cooperates with Bran, it is naturally impossible for the other party to destroy this relationship because of him. If the old account is turned over, the case of most people in the Grey Army is much more serious than him.
After the middle-aged instructor screamed, he barely suppressed the stormy waves in his heart, stopped looking at Frey, and turned to leave. at this time,
Tang En leaned down and pulled up the arrow on the ground, said calmly, "Do you want to go now? Don't bring your arrow with you?" After a quick step, the middle-aged instructor turned his head and poked his lips: "No, I leave it to you. "
"Haha, yes! I will give you some thoughts, nothing more to practice ..."
"Well, it's useless to practice anymore. How can these mud legs get such a magic arrow as instructor ..."
Tang En ignored the clown-jumping soldiers and said loudly, "Luke."
"Come here, boss." Luke, in black armor, walked out from behind with a bow and arrow. Passing the arrow, Tang En patted him on the shoulder: "Return this arrow to them."
"Haha, look at the boss." Luke hippie took the arrow with a smile, and unwrapped the curved bow on his back.
The middle-aged instructor's face changed, and he turned around, first glanced at Luke, then stared at the long black bow, guarded.
The Bran soldiers also responded, their bodies tightened suddenly: "Dare you!" Obviously, they also realized that the opponent was fighting back, but now they are the only ones around here ...
"Haha, look at you as timid as a mouse." With a scornful look at these people, Luke grabbed his long bow and put on an arrow. "Rest assured, killing you is really afraid of getting my bow dirty." Stop talking, adjust your breathing, squint and look into the training area.
Following Luke's sight, several middle-aged instructors turned their heads and found that it was the location of the arrow target.
"Hehe ... hehe, wouldn't you want to shoot at the target?" A Bran soldier turned around and sneered, sarcastically.
"Just a joke, even if you do n’t have any experience, you have to have a degree ... This distance is more than 200 meters, not to mention hitting an arrow target, it is not bad to touch it."
After discovering that Luke's target appeared to be an arrow target, the Bran soldiers looked ridiculous. But if the ridicule is not given, these soldiers are also true.
Although bows and arrows are also counted as medium and long-range weapons, they are relatively speaking. An ordinary longbow can shoot up to two or three hundred meters, and that is only the longest range, not the effective range. If it only counts precision shooting, it usually hits the target accurately within 100 meters, and it can be said to be a archer. The distance of the middle-aged instructor before was about 80 meters. But now the distance is more than two hundred meters ... I can't see clearly at all, so what is the precise shooting?
"Shut up ... a good bow! What a pity ..."
Luke holds in his hand Tang En's loot, the flying eagle bow. It is no exaggeration to say that this bow is now the most valuable thing in the Gray Space team, even more valuable than the black meteorite mother dagger in Tang En's hand.
This middle-aged instructor has a good skill in archery and naturally has a deep research on bows. He squinted and stared at the flying eagle bow in Hui Luke's hand. The greed flashed, then he shook his head and sighed, looking very sorry.
"I admit that you have enough range for this bow, but you want to hit the target red heart ... hmm ..."
Tang En raised his eyebrows and looked at the middle-aged instructor with a deep meaning ~ EbookFREE.me ~ This sentence contains more than contempt. You must know that Luke never said his target, but the other side Now he was confining his target to the red heart of the arrow target. This was a hole dug for Luke without knowing it. But despite seeing the other party's intentions, Tang En didn't say anything. He had confidence in Luke's archery!
After taking a few steps from side to side, he stretched out his fingers and squinted to take a look. Luke seemed to be choosing the angle of the arrow.
"You muddy legs are still not shooting, wouldn't you be afraid ..."
"It's worth saying? Fear and just say, don't waste our time here ..."
"Hehe, if he can hit the red target, I call him Ye ..."
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"Farewell, I don't have your grandson! Open!" Glancing at him, Lu Ke exhaled loudly, stepping forward, pulling a bow like a full moon, against the middle-aged instructor's head, loosening the string,
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