When Hu Cong came to the castle with the letter, the soldiers of the castle lowered the drawbridge for him.

Then the soldiers threw the basket hanging by rope from the city wall, carried the letter up, and quickly handed it into the hands of their superiors. The huge disparity in numbers, coupled with the fact that the other party is backed by a small town and has abundant material support, if they can, they are absolutely unwilling to fight, and it is best to be able to reach communication and turn hostility into friendship.

It wasn't long before someone walked up to the tower.

The man was eagle-eyed, short and stocky, but with piercing eyes. The rugged beard adds a bit of a violent atmosphere.

He is not a warrior who charges into battle with heavy weapons, I saw him holding a bow with a very special shape, and when he opened the bow and arrows, it seemed to exude an aura of slaughter.

Although not as long as some longbows, he shot an arrow downward, and then shot it to the ground with his servant's face, and the strong wind cut a wound in his face, and the arrow struck a foot into the ground, which surprised him.

He did not dare to linger long, ignoring the laughter on the wall, but picked up the arrows and immediately mounted his horse and returned to the camp.

Before he could read the reply, he just listened to his report and looked at the beautiful arrow, and Sherlock felt that something was wrong.

He had the impression that there were no such good archers in the entire territory, who could accurately wipe the faces of their servants to intimidate them when they had letters tied to them.

The archers that appear in batches on ordinary battlefields, as long as they have strength and a period of training, do not require how accurate they are to shoot - anyway, they are basically covering projectiles, a dozen arrows are shot out into the sky together, and then fall on the heads of hundreds of people, as long as the luck is not bad, it will always hit someone.

However, the ability to shoot accurately and directly must be practiced from an early age, and if it is a more remote area, it is better to say that there are large areas of undeveloped forests that can feed hunters who shoot and hunt for a living, and practice a good hand of archery.

But Miana did not have this condition, if the territory wanted to train such archers, in the process of using several discarded bows, damaging hundreds of arrows, and the daily diet was not a small expense, all of which had to be paid by the lord. Combined, it's not even much cheaper than training a knight. And where is such an archer as majestic as a knight with a tall horse? The average little nobleman can't even afford to raise too many knights, so where can he have the spare money to raise one or two archers?

Luo Ming had heard of the standard of ancient martial arts archery - in the Qing Dynasty, a life-size target was shot fifty meters away, and the nine shots were considered great martial artists, and there was also one in the Ming Dynasty, which was to shoot nine arrows from a distance of 100 meters, and one arrow hit the target even if it was a qualified martial artist. Don't look at the accuracy of modern bows and arrows on the earth, there are people who can shoot accurately at 200 meters, but they all rely on high-tech, standardized down to microns, and scientifically calculated shapes to achieve such high standards.

Add to that the distraction of letters...... This is really an elite shooter. On the battlefield of today's world, it is as valuable as a sniper, and it is extremely dangerous to the enemy.

In "Water Margin", Yan Qing is not a military general who goes into battle to kill the enemy, but he smoked cold and released dark arrows to hurt people, how many heroes and heroes did he knock down?

However, no matter how strong that guy is, he is just one person. Not to mention anything else, a high-ranking swordsman can put on armor and carry a heavy shield to carry it.

As long as there is no otherworldliness, a person's power is very limited. Even if the swordsman is dealt with in a targeted manner, he is likely to die on the battlefield.

One of the archers was quickly left behind, and Sherlock then opened the reply, and after just one glance, he sneered, threw it on the ground, and stepped on it a few more times.

"Very well, then we'll be for a while...... Look how much you've grown since January!"

More than 300 meters outside the castle, a large tent was soon erected. The two knights and some elite soldiers were stationed outside the tent, and a few people were sent to wander in the distance, Sherlock was sitting in the middle of the tent, Lormine and Grant were on the side, and the group waited quietly for each other's arrival.

In the letter just now, the other side asked for a negotiation. Of course, Sherlock would not choose to go into the castle of unknown depths to talk, and the devil knew what ambush would be inside, so he simply had a big tent built outside the city.

At this distance, unless it was an archer whose fighting spirit had reached the level of a sword master, it would be absolutely impossible to hit Sherlock from the city wall - it would be outstanding to be able to get lucky enough to shoot such a large tent, and even if it did, the arrow after crossing three hundred meters would definitely not hurt anyone.

Although the art of war pays attention to the virtual and the real, there will definitely be no sword-level bow and arrow master on the other side, or a magic arrow that can achieve a precise strike across three hundred meters - not to mention the preciousness, if there is such a hole card, it should have been taken out during the night attack last night, and with the cooperation of that cultist swordsman, no matter how you can kill one of Grant or Luo Ming.

It didn't take long for the soldiers on the city wall to see that there were no enemy troops nearby, so they lowered the drawbridge again. The gate was also opened, and the gate was opened, and more than twenty people rushed out of it, and approached this way. Their clothing and weapons were very different from those of the local soldiers, and even from a distance, you knew that these people were not easy to mess with.

But Sherlock wasn't worried. There are two mercenaries, two knights, and two dozen elite soldiers. If the other party really wants to rely on such a few people to raid, it will not be difficult to withstand it for a while, and then the army behind it will press up, densely packed with two hundred people, and the pressure can crush them to death.

As they drew closer, Lormine and Granty's gazes swept around each other's arrays without hesitation. Occasionally, someone with perceptive perception would uncomfortably stare back, but the gaze of the two men overwhelmed them all.

If you don't see a familiar face, the other party may change their faces, but when they meet the eyes of the two, they subconsciously look left and right, which clearly reflects the fact that there is no sword master in the queue. But the guy was not lightly injured. Today, it is more likely to shrink in that dark place to heal, and there is no need to worry about him jumping out and sneaking up on his stump body.

Sherlock glared at the leaders opposite, and when he was glaring angrily, he was suddenly tapped on the shoulder, almost startled, and looked back to see that it was Luo Ming, although his face was calm, he was still a little panicked in his heart - how could last night's events be so easy to forget?

"Mr. Lockin, what's the matter?" her tone was a little too polite, and it seemed that this was not a matter that could be changed in a moment.

"There are no swordsmen in that team, why don't you just take this opportunity and kill those competitors?"