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

The ultimate goal of fighting is to protect oneself and knock down others, no actual combat practice is just some good-looking fancy actions after all, and this sandbag array imitates the actual combat to the greatest extent, and at the same time avoids unnecessary injuries, of course, since this sandbag formation stood in the barracks, almost everyone in the team had a blue nose and swollen face, Cao Tiancheng had to run to the city every day, and invited a doctor to heal everyone, but the doctor in the city who specializes in bruises made a lot of money.

Cao Tiancheng himself tried once, but after all, he was in his forties, and after entering, he was fucked down in an instant, he was lying on the ground, crawling out of it, and let Sun Xiao laugh at it, since then, Cao Tiancheng is looking at these sandbags, and never tried again, he is afraid of being less strong, he must be older, liliang and reaction are not as good as young people, or Gao Bing Cao has the foresight, let himself be responsible for the whole team's eating, drinking, and Lazar, this kind of hard-working work is still let the young people do it.

Gao Yuan will stand where the sandbag array, he is too lazy to care, and he does not instruct the soldiers under his command to practice, this thing still relies on a perception and continuous practice, you are beaten more, the reaction ability will naturally improve, at the same time, if you are beaten more, you can also improve the ability to resist blows, now being hit by the sandbag is just a trivial matter, if you go to the battlefield, you are cut a few times by the knife, but it is not fun. Except for the occasional time when he went to practice by himself, he hardly cared about how Sun Xiao and them practiced.

Takato had turned his attention to the only ten archers on the team.

Archers are extremely difficult to train, a spearman can be quickly developed in a month or two, and a knife soldier can be used for half a year at most, but an archer needs at least one or two years of training to be used, and in a hundred-person team, there are ten archers, which is already very high. In this era of cold weapons, archers, as long-range strikes, are an extremely important component of the army and are indispensable.

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

"Who's the best?" Gao Yuan stared at these ten people and asked bluntly.

The eyes of nine of them were on a thin and sturdy man in the team, a short man in his early thirties, at most more than a meter tall, and among men, he was considered short. Gao Yuan is now not very confident in judging the age of these soldiers, several shots, mistakes again and again, it seems that people in this era are looking older, maybe these people used to live too hard, and they looked old.

"What's your name?" Takato asked.

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

"What?" Takato's eyes widened.

"The villain's surname is Bu, and he is called infantry!" The man said loudly.

Gao Yuan almost laughed, the infantry, sure enough, it was a good name.

"What's your best achievement?"

"Within fifty paces, among the arrows!" Infantry proudly authentic.

For bows and arrows, Gao Yuan didn't know very well, fifty steps, what level of arrows and arrows was, he couldn't figure it out, "I often see in books what hundred steps through Yang."

"Bing Cao, that's romance, in fact, you can't do it, a hundred steps away, if you can shoot a person, then you can be considered a marksman, in fact, even if you shoot, there is no damage at all, you can only scratch the opponent, as for what a hundred steps through Yang, it is impossible to do it." The infantry didn't give Gao Yuan any face, and directly refuted.

Gao Yuan's rare old face turned red, he looked at the confident infantryman, and pointed to the target in the distance, "Come, just say that it's a mouth style if you don't practice, shoot a few arrows and let me take a look."

The infantry strode out of the ranks, and after nearly a month of practice, these soldiers have taken on the demeanor of some modern soldiers.

Lift the bow, pull the arrow, take the arrow on the wind, hold your breath, the index finger and middle finger clamp the feather arrow, and the thumb together, Huo Ran pulled the bow, the strength is not bad, the bow is open like a full moon, with a bang, the feather arrow with a screaming sound out of the string, snatched a sound, and is inserted on the target of fifty steps.

"Good!" The onlookers applauded vigorously.

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

The infantry stood with their feet one after the other, and shot four arrows in a row, and sure enough, as he said, the arrows and arrows could hit the target, and after four arrows, he gasped a little, "Bing Cao, I haven't touched the bow for too long, and my strength can't keep up, Bing Cao gives me some time, and I can shoot ten arrows in one breath."

"Yes, the accuracy is good, but the strength in the hand is a little bit short." Gao Yuan groaned, "I don't know much about bows and arrows, but I haven't eaten pork, but I've seen pigs run, your wrist is still stable enough, the moment the arrow strikes, the tremor between the wrists, it may make your arrow a millimeter off, a thousand miles wrong. Look at the humanoid target, although all the arrows hit, but out of the five arrows, only two of the five arrows hit the vital point, and one arrow can be fatal, and the other three arrows are far behind."

"Yes, Hyocao said yes!"

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 to the other nine.

The other nine archers stepped forward in turn, and each shot five arrows, and sure enough, they were far from the infantry, and among the five arrows, the most Haode one was only hit by four arrows, the others had three arrows, the others were three arrows, the two arrows were different, and the worst one was only one arrow, and his face was flushed.

"Your common problem is that your arms and wrists are not stable enough, and during this period of time, you should first practice arm strength and wrist strength!" Gao Yuan didn't care what the infantry thought, walked to the edge of the field, picked up a stone, put the weight in his hand, raised his hand and threw it to the infantry, "Hang this on your wrist, and then raise your bow to aim, you can not use the arrow, insist on a pillar of incense or longer each time, the time you set, but not less than a pillar of incense, and others do the same!" Practice for more than ten days, and then I'll see your results."

"W-is this useful?" The infantryman's face was full of doubt, and just now Bing Cao said that he didn't know much about bows and arrows.

"It's useless or not, you have practiced Fang Zhi!" Gao Yuan took the bow and arrow, put the flat end in his hand, and said, "Infantryman, you wrench my wrist!"

Looking at Gao Yuan's horizontal arm, the infantry stretched out a hand, held Gao Yuan's wrist, and pulled it gently, Gao Yuan's hand did not move at all, not even trembling at all, his heart was shocked, the afterburner on his hand was still like a dragonfly shaking the pillar, his heart couldn't help but be shocked, and he suddenly exerted his strength, and this time he finally pulled Gao Yuan's wrist.

"Yes, your hand strength is good!" Gao Yuan nodded, the arm strength of a person who is good at using a bow and arrow should be stronger than that of ordinary people, otherwise it is impossible to pull the bowstring many times. Give the bow to the infantry, "You are ready!"

The infantry followed Gao Yuan's previous shelf posture, and he already understood Gao Yuan's meaning in his heart, and his arms were tense. Gao Yuan smiled and stretched out his hand and tapped lightly, the infantryman's wrist had already fallen, and his heart suddenly sank.

"I haven't done it yet!" Gao Yuan threw down a sentence, turned around and left, leaving behind the stunned infantry.

"Tiancheng, you come with me!" Looking back at Gao Yuan, he was already far away, stretching out his hand to greet Cao Tiancheng who was watching the excitement in front of the sandbag formation as he walked, and at that end, Sun Xiao and Yan Haibo were already on the bar, and the two stood together in the sandbag formation, punching and kicking the sandbag to the ground, and from time to time I saw the two of them being hit by the flying sandbag, but they both gritted their teeth and refused to admit defeat.