The military camp built by Eugene in preparation for the attack on Durian City has not been demolished, but has been refurbished, and is now a temporary prisoner of war camp used to transport prisoners of war to the Rurik Kingdom.

Of the 50,000 fishmen in the valley, 40,000 were eventually taken prisoner, including a number of officers, including Karen.

This time Charles and Elizabeth talked about it, and Karen would also be sent to the Rurik Kingdom as an ordinary prisoner of war for labor reform.

The three small barracks outside the main camp were now home to the defenders of the prisoners of war and the staff of the Rurik Kingdom, and they had a bit of prestige because they had helped the fish-people solve the parasite problem, so Charles, who had been temporarily transferred to take care of the prisoners, had just finished his duty and was now returning to his tent.

He passed by the mailing point next to the cafeteria and saw his name on the blackboard, so he went over and received a large package.

The Wright sisters and Carl had worked together to create a batch of samples of bicycles, magic bikes, and magic cars, which were kept in the elves for internal testing, and were sent to Diana as planned, for them to help test and advertise.

Charles returned to the tent and opened the package to find a skateboard in addition to several reports on the vehicle.

So he dug out Diana's letter, in which Diana wrote that the cars had attracted a suspected traverser.

This suspected traverser himself has a deep understanding of vehicles, and after he didn't expect to toss his motorcycle, he got a skateboard and sold it.

Diana then outsourced the vehicle's performance assessment and market research, and then he did a good job, the analysis report was clear, and he looked like a professional.

Finally, Diana mentioned two things in the letter.

One is to ask a technician to repair the car as soon as possible, the professors of the college dismantled Professor Wolfe's car for research, and when they put it back, they found that there were a few more parts, and now these guys are stopped by Professor Wolf until the car is repaired.

The second is to ask the technicians sent over to help bring a few more durians.

Charles flipped through the reports, and it was indeed very time-traveler-like, and it was difficult for him to draw so many tables in them with a quill.

So he immediately wrote to the Wright sisters, such a person can be used as an agent of the company in human society, and if the other party does a good job, it is okay to give a general agent.

The trajectory of Honda Mihide's life turned to a place he didn't expect, which made him embark on the road of promotion and salary increase to marry Bai Fumi in this world of swords and magic.

This is the end of the car matter, the use of existing technology and reserve technology to build a car by hand production and pass rate is extremely low, now only enough for testing and problem finding. Only when the machine tools from the Rurik Kingdom can be mass-produced and exported to the elves can the Macros Group and the Heiji Vehicle Manufacturing Company start mass production of various vehicles.

After sending the last of the fishmen away, Charles' mission here was completed, and he rode Celestia back to the barracks in Big Tree Foot.

Charles's team had been stationed in Xueling Village for three months, and after the arrival of the change team, they had returned to the barracks in Dashujiao Village to rest, and then waited for orders to go to the next place to carry out their mission.

Walking along the road, he felt a little sorry for Celestia, who was a good war horse that he had only used for his own commuting.

Then he thought that when motorcycles and automobiles matured, he would probably have less time to ride horses.

After reporting to Captain Munch that he had returned to the team, Munch asked Charles, "How is your archery skills?"

Charles thought for a moment, then said truthfully: "I can accurately shoot Churchill standing still within ten meters." ”

No way, he has been practicing archery intermittently since the beginning of the caravan, but for some unknown reason, his hits have always been fateful.

Over there, Munch was already in a black line, and a hundred meters away, he could shoot a target as big as Churchill's dead fat man into a hedgehog with his eyes closed.

"I see. "Our brigade will train here for a while, and then move to the front line." During this time, you must improve your archery level to pass. ”

The next morning, on the bow training ground outside the barracks, the archers of the 168th Brigade Archer Detachment watched curiously as their captain Smock moved one of the most marginal arrow targets to a position of only fifty meters.

An archer asked curiously, "Captain, are there any children from the village who have come to experience life today?"

Smok replied as he opened a box containing training arrows, "I'm going to teach a student today." ”

The archers next to them who were sorting out their equipment and preparing for training suddenly became curious, "Which big man's child is it?"

Smock gestured to Charles, who was walking with Woodward not far away, "That's the one." ”

Then Charles found himself watched.

As a celebrity with outstanding achievements in the brigade, his actions are the talk of many comrades-in-arms.

Especially after he shot an arrow at an innocent moth passing by the arrow target fifty meters away, everyone felt that there was another topic today.

Smoker, who was standing behind him, just frowned, and then continued to let Charles shoot a few more arrows.

Charles's bow posture is still very decent, and there is no big problem.

When the innocent dirt around the target suffers, Smock finds out where Charles's accuracy problem lies.

"You do what I tell you to do. Smok ordered from the side.

Charles followed Alain's command, lifted his bow, drew his bow, and took aim......

Then Smok was silent.

After Charles maintained the position of drawing the bow and aiming for a moment, the bow in his hand began to shake slightly.

His body, which had been tempered with divine power when he had a long nose, could reach the level of an adult, but as long as he maintained the aiming position of drawing the bow, some of his muscles began to soreness and tremble.

At this time, Smok said on the side: "Your Highness, it is not enough for a man to insist on such a little time." ”

At the same time, he held a training arrow in his hand as a whip, and from time to time used a not very sharp arrow to remind Charles not to move out of shape.

Smok asked Charles to maintain the standard posture of archery with a bow and arrow, and continued: "Your Highness, please carefully experience, savor and remember how your hands, back, waist and feet feel now. As long as you can engrave this feeling in the depths of your soul, when you can subconsciously draw the bow and shoot arrows in the correct posture in the shortest possible time, whether you are exhausted or put into other postures, it is the time when your archery skills are qualified. ”

Seeing that Charles was still persistent, Smock continued there: "The reason why you didn't shoot the arrow accurately just now is that your hands are not endured enough and your aiming time is too long. ”

"When you take aim, the hand holding the bow is already shaking, and you can't shoot it at that time. ”

"Also, although you have mastered some of the techniques of aiming, you have not been able to really master them due to lack of practice, so you take too long to aim. ”

At this time, Charles felt the muscles of his whole body tense, and then sore, but he gritted his teeth and persevered.

He has swords, soul magic, and magic in his plug-in, but he doesn't use a bow and arrow.

And now is the time for him to make up for this shortcoming.

Seeing that Charles was already sweating profusely, Smock asked him to shoot the arrow.

As a result, the flag hanging next to the training ground indicating the direction and speed of the wind was damaged.

After a five-minute break, Smock asked Charles to continue with the drawing and aiming exercises he had just done.

Only this time Smock brought two quivers with arrows, which were hung on the wrists of Charles's hands.

In the evening, Charles, who had finished a day's training, walked to the dormitory stiff and sore.

He only had the strength to pick up a spoon to eat after he had hung a power-enhancing buff on himself just now, and now he just wanted to get into the bed and sleep well.

Just as he was about to enter the dormitory, a slap on his shoulder made him almost fall apart.

"It's been a hard day. "It's Churchill, and who knows how he managed to be silent when he's fat," he said, "haven't taken two more steps?"

"It's ok. Charles replied.

However, seeing Charles looking stiff, Churchill did not embarrass him, and walked to the back of the assault detachment dormitory with his belt in one hand.

There was a small open space behind the dormitory, and now there was a large cauldron with faint steam in the clearing, and there was a little burning wood at the bottom of the pot, and the pot was fine for Charles to fit in.

This scene reminded Charles of a caravan cooking medicine in Corn City a year ago.

Smelling the faint fragrance in the air, and looking at the comrades around him, Charles asked, "Shall we have more dinner tonight?"

The surrounding elves laughed and said nothing, but Churchill mentioned Charles, held back a smile and said, "Come on, wait for His Highness to get out of the pot." ”

Before Charles could react, he was stripped naked by a group of unscrupulous comrades, and then put it in the pot.