"Aim~~, Launch~~." With a command, the crossbowmen pulled the trigger, and the crossbow bolts were fired and hit the scarecrows.

"The crossbow is really suitable for ordinary people." Eve looked at this group of serfs who had only been on the third day of getting the crossbow, and couldn't help but say with emotion, you must know that in order to practice to this day's bow achievement, she has been learning to draw a bow since she was seven years old, and she will not slack off every day.

"Haha, this is really a great new weapon, Eve will be obsolete one day." The mad monk rubbed his red nose and leaned against the wooden fence next to the barracks and said to Eve with a mocking smile.

"Sidney, what did you say?" Eve's face sank when she heard the mad monk's words, she had a special affection for bows and arrows, even the crossbow made by Bruce seemed to her to be nothing more than a soulless weapon.

"I said your bow would be eliminated soon." The mad monk seemed to have drunk a lot, and he looked at Eve with confused eyes, and the soldiers and working serfs around him noticed their quarrel and looked this way, and the mad monk would not flinch in this situation.

"Then do you dare to bet with me." Eve took off the bow she was carrying, raised her chin and said to the mad monk.

Bruce was standing on the walls of the inner city at this time, and he directed the serfs to build wooden arrow towers at several important strongholds of the walls, and the serfs erected a tower frame from the wood, and then nailed the planks between the frames.

"Leave a shooting hole here." Bruce suddenly stopped the serfs, and he pointed to the front and sides of the tower, leaving the serfs with a narrow shooting hole on the outside and wide on the inside.

"Yes, sir." The serfs nodded and did as Bruce asked, whispering to each other about Bruce after Bruce left.

Bruce walked to the city wall, he held on to the newly made wood wall, the roughness of the wood rubbed against the palm of his hand, the smell of the new wood intoxicated Bruce, standing on the wall overlooking his own territory, a barren and defenseless territory, now with its own walls.

"Wow~~." Suddenly, Bruce heard the commotion, and he turned to look at the city wall and realized that something had happened in the barracks.

"Lord God above, please bless your poor believer, Hagia Sophia spread your arms and prepare to embrace a poor soul." The mad monk stood there, muttering as the people around him covered their mouths and grinned.

"Don't move, or I'll miss." Eve drew her bow, closed one eye, and said to the mad monk.

"You never miss." The mad monk said loudly with beads of sweat on his face.

"Not necessarily." Eve shrugged her shoulders and saw an apple on the mad monk's head, standing in front of the scarecrow as Eve's target.

"It's just an apple, and Eve can't miss." The blacksmith looked at the mad monk who was trembling with fright, laughed and said to a serf beside him.

"But Eve has long been tired of the mad monk, and may take the opportunity to kill him!" But the serf spread out his hands and said to the blacksmith.

"Oh, the Lord God is above, that would be too bad." The blacksmith opened his mouth, and he was a little overwhelmed with fright, for it was indeed possible to say what the serf had said.

Eve's face turned serious, she grasped the bow with her strong arms, and with a hook of her right hand, the bowstring was aimed at the mad monk, and the bow made a creaking sound.

"You crazy woman, you, where are you aiming?" However, the mad monk was horrified to see that Eve did not aim at the apple above his head, but pressed the bow with his hand, and the position of the bow was lowered, and the idiot knew that this position was not aimed at the apple on his head at all.

"Eve, don't~." The blacksmith blurted out in fright to stop Eve's madness, but Eve ignored the distractions around her, she deflected the bow slightly to the right, let go of her fingers, and the bowstring made a Peng sound, and the arrow flew away from the bowstring.

"Wow~~." All those who watched the excitement raised their voices in horror, believing that the mad monk was certain to die.

However, there was an incredible scene when the arrow flew towards the mad monk's chest, it unexpectedly bypassed his body and accurately hit the scarecrow behind the mad monk, and the arrow shot by Eve actually turned by itself, which made everyone marvel at Eve's archery.

"Since ancient times, there have been so many archers!" Bruce, who saw this scene on the city wall, also said with emotion, he knew that Eve used the resistance of the air and the angle of shooting arrows to complete this technique that seemed incredible to others, but even if he understood this principle and wanted to practice to this point, it was the result of years of practice.

"Woohoo." The mad monk's legs trembled, his whole body trembling like a sieve, and the apple above his head shook with the shaking.

"Ah, looks like I lost." Eve walked easily to the mad monk, and as she passed by him, she picked up the apple above his head and nibbled on it, then walked up to the scarecrow and reached out to pull out the arrow stuck in the scarecrow's chest.

"Plop." The mad monk sat down on the ground, and he stole a look at his crotch, and a foul smell rushed to his nose.

"Eve, Eve, Eve~~." The crowd cheered and applauded Eve's superb archery skills, and Eve bowed gracefully to the crowd.

Bruce touched his chin, Eve's archery made Bruce realize that the crossbow was feasible as a large-scale cultivated long-range weapon, but with a team of skilled archers, it seemed that it could be used as a surprise soldier at a critical moment, and during the Hundred Years' War between England and France, the English defeated the French heavy cavalry with a large number of longbowmen.

"Dengden Deng~~." Just as Bruce was at a loss for how to assemble an elite archery team, he suddenly heard the sound of horses' hooves, and Grüton didn't have many horses, all of them were in the lord's stable at this time, and it must have been someone from outside the territory.

Sir Wayne's squire rode to Grington on shortcut, and he was to warn Bruce on Sir Wayne's orders, but as he rode to Glinton, he suddenly saw a trench dug on the outskirts of the village, and the lord's house surrounded by a tall stone wall.

"I, I didn't go wrong!" The squire looked around in astonishment, the last time he accompanied Sir Wayne on his expedition to Grinton, there were no fortifications such as city walls, and it was impossible to build a castle in such a short period of time.

However, the squire, with Sir Wayne's orders, made sure that he was not in the wrong place when he saw the tree at the entrance of the village, so he kicked his mount in the crotch and walked in the direction of the lord's house.

"Aren't you Sir Wayne's squire?" Bruce held his hand to the wall and said to the squire who appeared under the gate.

"Yes, Lord Bruce, I brought a message from Sir Wayne." The squire looked up in amazement at Bruce and the wall, which had been built with towers and battlements made of wood, and it was already a fortress in the truest sense of the word.

With Bruce's permission, the squire rode through the city walls, and he looked around curiously, and saw that Glynton was busy, the serfs were mixing all kinds of strange dirt and dust, and some people were training in the barracks.

"Perhaps, Sir Wayne is overthinking!" The attendant looked at the scene in front of him and said involuntarily.

Bruce met the squire at his lord's house, and learned from him that the owner of Locke Manor was gathering soldiers to attack him.

"Sir Wayne asked me to tell you that this time Lord Baron is angry, and he will not give up until he catches you, for the sake of your freedom and life, it is better to abandon Glynton and leave!" The squire said to Bruce.

"Get out of here?" Bruce shook his head when he heard this, he had put enough effort into Glinton, how could he just run away like a lost dog.

"Well, please surrender! The Baron's strength is above you, uh, you. The squire had spoken according to Sir Justice, but when he saw the strong walls, he was a little disillusioned.