"Ahh Tan Xiaotian was startled, his hands were spread, he didn't know what to do, he didn't expect that it would be dangerous to pull a bow, looking at the speed of the bow body flying out, if it hits his face, he is afraid that it will at least leave a red mark, right?

"Haha, yes, yes, although I didn't hold on, but so-so was also pulled away, much better than many readers. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info" Zhao Mengtu laughed - he was not worried about the child failing to draw the bow and getting injured, because in his concept, is he still a man without a scar? I think when he first learned to remember, his grandfather often showed off the scars left by his injuries in front of him, telling the thrilling stories behind each scar, and his face was full of pride when he told it, completely treating those scars as medals. The so-called subtle, since he was a child, he has been influenced by his grandfather, he has longed for the kind of life of galloping on the battlefield since he was a child, and capturing the flag. The so-called wealth and danger are sought, military generals are not civil ministers, and their achievements are made by life, without such courage, don't mess around in the army. Therefore, seeing that Tan Xiaotian reluctantly pulled the bow away, he was still a little surprised in his heart, seven or eight years old can open a seven-bucket bow, although it is not rare, but it is also one in a hundred, and it is rare to see.

Tan Xiaotian was a little ashamed, he had learned archery from Yuan Lang, how to pull the bow away, he still knew, after pulling the bow full like this, he couldn't hold on for a second and didn't even have enough time to aim, where could he pull the bow away? However, no matter how strong he was, he also knew that his current strength was not enough, and it was impossible to pull this bow full and hold on for a while.

"Hehe, I know it can't be done. If even you can easily pull away the military bow and arrow, then what else is the person training. "It's good that the child is not injured, as for the failure to draw the bow, Zheng Jili's confidence is not very worried, firstly, Tan Xiaotian learned Go in the Zheng family and not martial arts, it is normal to lack strength, it is not surprising, and secondly, the child's heart is too high, and it is not a bad thing to polish it.

Many soldiers have seen the situation here, the child's expression is depressed, they are also secretly surprised by the child's strength while feeling interesting, if this child is a rural wild boy in the countryside has such strength, it is reasonable to say, but look at the costume, it is obvious that he is a student who knows how to read and write, normally speaking, such a big child does not say that he can pull the seven-bucket bow, and it is already rare to be able to lift three buckets of heavy things, right?

"Hehe, don't be discouraged, at least eighty percent of the people here can't pull the Seven Bucket Bow at your age." Seeing that the children were depressed and not in high spirits, Zhao Mengtu smiled and comforted - the so-called good men are not soldiers, good iron does not nail, because the danger is very high, and the income is not much, usually people with better living conditions at home are not willing to enlist men in the army as soldiers (of course, this does not include a military family like the Zhao family, the kind that has a great future in the army, but enlistment can only start from the big head soldiers, and if you are lucky, you can mix with the army commander at most, and even the long kind of white Ding who has no wealth and no power), so the source of soldiers mainly comes from ordinary farmers, These people often start to work here when they know how to walk the aisles, and their physical aptitude is much stronger than that of the children in the city.

At this moment, the soldier who ran to get the bow just now came back, shouted a report, and handed the bow to Zhao Mengtu, who took the bow and pulled the string casually, and then transferred it to Tan Xiaotian, "This is the six-bucket bow used by military Chinese personnel, you should use it properly,." He explained.

"Oh." The six-bucket bow is one bucket less than the seven-bucket bow, and the seven-bucket bow can barely be pulled apart but can't hold on, so this six-bucket bow should be able to cope with it, Tan Xiaotian took the bow and pulled it away as before, it was still a little difficult, but it was indeed much easier than the seven-bucket bow, and it was estimated that the time to hold on for four or five breaths was not a big problem.

pulled out the six-bucket bow, which was more or less able to save a little face, and Tan Xiaotian's face was much better.

"Hehe, take the arrow, move the target to twenty paces, let me see how this little guy is looking." Zhao Mengtu commanded.

Someone immediately ran to get the arrow, and someone else moved an empty arrow target twenty steps away, of course, there was no one left next to the arrow target, because no one knew where the child's arrow would shoot in a while, maybe standing behind Tan Xiaotian was the safest.

"How? Would you like to move a little closer? Zhao Mengtu asked Tan Xiaotian - the so-called step is the distance of the left and right feet once, roughly two steps are equivalent to one zhang, and twenty steps is about ten zhang, this distance is considered ultra-close shooting for archers, but for children who have not undergone special training, it should be regarded as long-distance sniping.

"No, try it first." The failure to pull the Seven Bucket Bow made Tan Xiaotian feel very embarrassed, if he asked to shorten the distance this time, wouldn't he think he couldn't do it? Tan Xiaotian aimed at the arrow target in the distance, it was a little farther away, but the bow in his hand was much more powerful than the toy he used before, and he was not sure of the accuracy, so the range should not be a problem.

"Try again? Hehe, try it. Zhao Mengtu nodded and smiled, he liked Tan Xiaotian's newborn calf who was not afraid of tigers, and dared to try anything, children should have the spirit of not admitting defeat and daring to try.

Without further words, Tan Xiaotian opened his bow and set up an arrow, aiming at the arrow target in the distance, his arm trembling slightly, showing that it was still very difficult to maintain this action with his current strength.

The people around him stopped talking and held their breath to see if the little kid who was trying to shoot the target would succeed.

Sweat oozed from his forehead, his eyes felt a little itchy, his arms were sore, and his fingers pulling the bowstring ached faintly, but Tan Xiaotian was still trying his best to persevere, he was not confident at all about shooting at a distant arrow target, but as long as there was a one percent chance, he would have to work 100 percent to fight for it.

"Huh", finally, Tan Xiaotian tightened the bowstring of his right hand, the so-called bow opened like a full moon, and the arrow was like a meteor, although this was only a six-bucket bow, but the momentum of the long arrow when it left the string was still very shocking - of course, this was for the archer.

The short distance of twenty steps came in an instant, and under the gaze of dozens of pairs of eyes, the feather arrow hit the bull's-eye with a sharp sound of breaking through the air, and the arrow penetrated the target surface, revealing a two-inch-long section from behind. (To be continued.) )