Vincent let out a long breath, closed his eyes slightly, and shook his shoulders slightly, a movement that allowed his shoulder and back muscles to relax quickly, which is very important for an archer.

How long has it been since you touched a bow and arrow?

It seems like a long time, since my father died, if you count it, it should be more than five years.

......

"Rabbit cub, keep your eyes on the target, hold your hands steady! Where did you eat that big bowl of wheat rice in the morning?" seemed to hear the stubborn old man's thunderous rebuke in his ears.

"Smack!" shook his calf, and there was a hot pain.

When training, the whip in the hands of the stubborn old man is never merciless.

"Father, we just work in the fields all day, and we don't have a chance to go to the battlefield at all, what's the use of practicing this?" I remember myself at that time, threw my bow and arrow, and left this sentence.

"Little brute, I'm calling you nonsense. "My father thundered and the whip rained down.

And he always stood stubbornly and didn't hide.

......

It was hazy, as if the calf was cold, and there was a tingling and itching sensation from the wound.

"You dead old man, won't you be a little lighter?" whispered to her mother.

"The son of a meritorious soldier, are you still afraid of this little injury?!" the father continued to mumble his mouth, but there was a bit of regret in his tone.

"Then you are still in a hurry to go to old Joseph to get medicine for his wounds?!" the mother teased.

"Dead old woman. Father scolded hatefully.

"Little Vincent is not actually afraid of hardship, he told me that he doesn't want to train all day, he wants to help the family do more work, and he doesn't want you and his two brothers to be too tired. Mother whispered.

"Alas!" came his father's long sigh after a while, "neither the eldest nor the second is a warrior, only Vincent is like me, with long arms and sharp eyes, and is born to be a good embryo of a sharpshooter." ”

"As strong as you, like a donkey. Mother sighed softly.

"Old woman, I am always unwilling!" the father sighed at a length, "are those glorious days really never coming back? No, I don't believe it! I don't have a chance, but Vincent, he will, no, he will have a chance to go to war." It was a shining day of gold, and compared to it, the present day is like a trampled and stinky mud on the road. I'm not reconciled, I'm not reconciled to let Vincent wallow in the mud for the rest of his life. I have had the privilege of tasting such a shining day, and I hope Vincent can taste it! ”

I was so sleepy, and when I fell asleep again, my father's words also quietly fell asleep.

......

Vincent pressed his chest, and there was his father's Silver Pine Medal, which he had won by killing a major general of the Dawning Army with an arrow at the Battle of Tatuo Mountain.

Before his death, the most enjoyable moment of the stubborn old man was to smoke his own coarse cigarette roll, and take a soft cloth in the sun to carefully wipe this small medal until it was polished to silver.

At that time, his whole person was different, and his stubborn and old face was filled with a moving, youthful light.

"Don't ...... Vincent Don't disgrace it. Before he died, the stubborn old man used his last bit of strength to take out this medal from his bosom and reluctantly stuffed it to himself.

"I'm not going to insult it, I'm going to ...... Keep it on. When he swore solemnly like this, the stubborn old man swallowed his last breath, but his eyes continued to focus on the medal in his hand.

"Thirty-five, Vincent. The officer in charge of the assessment sang loudly.

Bless me, father.

Vincent opened his eyes and strode towards the assessment room.

The assessment site is located outside the city gate and is divided into three parts, which are the weight-bearing assessment field for the heavy shield soldiers, the speed assessment field for the spearmen and halberders, and the shooting assessment field for the archers.

"How many pounds of bow?" asked the chief.

"Six hundred pounds. Vincent replied aloud.

The chief was slightly stunned and shouted, "Change six hundred catties of hard bows." ”

There were several conscripts who had already completed the test firing and gathered around when they heard the sound, and very few of them could shoot a 600-pound hard bow.

I tried the strings, and the familiar feeling instantly returned to my body, to every muscle, to every tendon.

The skills acquired from strict training since childhood are like an instinct, although they have been useless for a long time, but at the slightest call, they immediately gush out from the bottom of their hearts.

"A hundred steps, accurate shooting. All three arrows are on target, or one arrow is in the heart. The chief announced the rules loudly.

Inhale, lean forward slightly, take an arrow, raise the bow, and exert force on the left and right arms at the same time.

"Cluck!" the bowstring gave a pleasant snap.

Gently place the thumb of your right hand.

"Knock!" there was a soft sound, and his arms lightened.

The aftershocks of the bowstring were still rippling in the air, and a hundred paces away, the red flag of the target reader had already made a beautiful cross.

"Right in the middle of the heart!" There was a cheer behind him.

Second arrow.

"Right in the middle of the heart!" the cheers from behind him were louder.

Vincent's expression didn't change at all, and once he picked up the bow and arrow, his heart became a pool of unwavering water, which was the psychological quality that the stubborn old man had trained with countless perverted methods.

The third arrow whizzed away.

"It's a red heart again!" the cheers were a little deafening.

Fifty paces, ten arrows are shot within three drops of the bell, six arrows are on target, or two arrows are in the middle of the red heart. The chief's voice was noticeably high-pitched.

Ten arrows were stuck diagonally on the ground in a row, and the bell-leaky pot that was set aside began to slowly drip down, almost one drop in a breath.

"Ready!" the chief gestured with a raised hand.

Breathe deeply and fill every alveoli with air.

"Go!" the chief ordered loudly.

Arrow, bow, aim, shoot, arrow, bow, aim, shoot......

......

"Bunny! Rapid fire is all about shooting all the arrows in one go. ”

"What is a breath, don't you understand?"

"It's that you can't take a second breath until you shoot all the arrows, and keep that feeling!"

"Well done! ”

......

A mouthful of turbid air slowly exhaled, and there were bursts of soreness in his arms.

"Ten shots on target, eight of them red hearts!"

The cheers rolled in from all directions like a tsunami, and they were incessant.

"Vincent, you've passed the test...... Speaker. The chief stepped aside.

A tower-like figure stood in front of Vincent, his sharp eyes looking at him, "Let him try two hundred paces of accurate shooting." ”

There was a sigh of amazement all around.

"Do you dare to try?" said the speaker in a deep and powerful voice.

"There's nothing you don't dare, give me a light arrow. Vincent lifted his chin firmly.

The arrow target two hundred steps away is too small for ordinary people to see clearly, and the red heart on it is as small as the tip of a needle.

There was silence all around, and Vincent knew that countless pairs of eyes were watching him.

He was unmoved.

"No one in your eyes, stinky boy, you have to be no one in your eyes!" the stubborn old man's voice sounded in his ears.

Vincent put his right index finger in his mouth, took it in for a moment, and then pulled it out and held it in front of him.

Close your eyes slightly, and savor the subtle sensations coming from your fingers.

Caught you, Wind Trail!

His eyes opened suddenly, and he drew arrows, stringed them, opened their bows, and fired them.

The arrow went like a meteor, and in the blink of an eye it was out of sight.

It seemed like a long time had passed, and suddenly, cheers erupted like a volcano.

"Lord God! ”

"Marksman!

"It's so powerful, I can't even see the heart. ”

"It's Lord Baron, Lord Baron is here!"

The boiling crowd quickly quieted down and automatically moved out of the way, and the Baron walked up to Vincent with a smile, his young face full of life and calm and wise.

"Congratulations, Lord Baron, you've got an archer. The Speaker nodded slightly at the Baron.

"I've seen it all, great, soldier, tell me your name. The baron stared at Vincent with blazing eyes.

"Vincent, Vincent Baikal. Vincent stood as straight as a javelin.

"Do you have a surname!, was your family once noble?" asked the baron with interest.

"Yes, my great-great-grandfather, who was once a baron, was stripped of his knighthood for a defeat in a battle. He automatically asked to become a military household, so that his children and grandchildren would serve in the army to wash away this shame. Vincent replied.

"Very well, I believe you have a chance to bring glory to your family, Vincent, Jebel Vincent. The baron raised his voice suddenly.

"Philosopher...... Jebe?" The speaker wondered.

"Yes, it's ...... It is the name of an ancient hero who is synonymous with the archer. The baron smiled.

"Jebel, Jebel, Jebel Vincent!" cheered all around.

Wen ...... Vincent, ahem, Vincent, go home!" Ahem, ahem, a familiar voice suddenly sounded amid the cheers.

"Si Eriv!" Vincent picked up Si Eve, who was already coughing breathlessly, and suddenly felt a little uneasy in his heart.

Landini...... She's ...... Ahem, ahem!" Sieif coughed violently, his face flushed.

"Landini! What's wrong with her?!! Vincent slammed the crowd away and ran like mad toward the gates.

......

"Mademoiselle Vincent, Mademoiselle told you to follow me to her Amy, the blue-eyed kitten, who has not been found since yesterday. ”

"Mademoiselle Vincent, Mademoiselle has asked you to come with me to the garden to help her pick a bouquet of roses. ”

"Vincent, Mademoiselle asked you to go with me and buy her a roll of headband. ”

Vincent...... Are you a fool?"

The girl turned her head and ran, and the lip prints on his cheeks suddenly turned into a slight coolness in the morning breeze, but his heart slowly melted.

"Vincent, I can't live without you, Mademoiselle said she would help us convince my father. ”

"Vincent, now I only have you, my father has kicked me out of the door, but I, I will not regret it, we will be happy. ”

"Oh my God, look, Vincent, her little mouth looks like yours. ”

"Please, Vincent, don't let her leave us. ”

"You give Ariel back to me. ”

In this world, she only has me, and I am only her.