We followed the old man to the shooting range of the Mercenary Guild, which was divided into ten steps, fifty steps, one hundred steps, two hundred steps, three hundred steps and other different distances, and each distance had three arrow targets.

When we arrived at the shooting range, we realized that we were not the only ones who were testing us, and when we entered the shooting range, many of the people who were testing in the field turned their heads to look at us.

There is also a strange phenomenon here, that is, almost all the people who came to participate in the test were wearing mercenary short armor and overalls, and the most shameful thing is that they actually put their hoods on, and from the entrance, seventeen or eight of them were dressed in this way.

"Yo he!" I was thinking about it, when an inappropriate voice came: "Another Martin! Dude, you have to pretend to be professional, who doesn't know that the magic bow Martin is wearing a hat! Just like me!"

I turned my head to see that a strong man who was about two meters tall and about one meter wide was also wearing a mercenary short armor and a hood, holding a Xiling longbow in his hand, and an arrow bag on his back, which was empty.

"Martin Sixteen, go back to the testing area immediately, don't disturb the new testers!" The referee immediately noticed the man's movements, and it seemed that he had already interfered with the new recruits more than once.

I'm sweating here, how many Martins are here today, they're all ranked sixteenth, I can't be seventeenth, right?

The strong man turned and shrugged his shoulders at the referee on the sidelines, walked over to the viewing area, didn't take two steps and turned around and said, "That new Martin, if you don't know how to shoot, go back." ”

I glanced at this guy curiously, I don't know why he said that I can't shoot arrows, and was about to reason with him, when the referee had already walked up to me: "May I ask which of you two is the tester?"

"I am!" I raised my hand and gestured to the referee.

"Okay, please come with me to register, and if you have nothing to do, please go to the viewing area. The second half of the sentence was said to Zhang Hanwen, who wanted to register with me, and pointed to the viewing area.

"Oh, this Martin still has bodyguards! It's just that his legs are not very sharp!" and Martin Sixteen was talking strange words again.

I frowned, Zhang Hanwen pressed his hand against me, indicating that he would take care of it, and then limped towards the big man. I took a number plate with 24 written on it and asked, "What's your name?"

"Martin. I came back, and the referee looked up at me and said very calmly, "Martin, Martin 20." "It seems that he has seen it no longer and is not strange.

It's also too ...... I don't know what to say, I already have nineteen Martins in front of me, and my test number is twenty-four, which means that only four are not called Martins, which makes me embarrassed as a genuine Martin!

"Do you use the weapons provided by the guild or your own? I glanced at the people in the viewing area and the testing field, and said, "What about them?"

"18 of them are your own, and the rest are provided by the guild, I see that you don't have a weapon, you should be prepared to use the guild's provision, right?" The referee was about to fill in the guild on the registration form, but I stopped him, and I said, "I'll use my own." He looked up at me, confused, but in the end he ticked the box for his own use.

I looked at the test area, the 12th was called aside by Zhang Hanwen, it seemed that the two sides were talking friendly, and after a while, the 12th followed Zhang Hanwen to the door of the test site.

I asked the referee, "Is that number 12 using his own weapon?"

The referee looked back at Number 12 and immediately shouted, "Martin Twelve, you have to leave the field and return the weapon to the weapons area first!" and then the referee came back to answer my question, and I immediately said, "Ah, no, I already know." ”

I hung the number plate on my left chest and walked towards the field, where there were still four or five people testing, I stood on the sidelines and watched carefully, just standing not far from me, there was one, and I had an image, slightly shorter than me, was struggling to pull a common mercenary recurve bow away, an arrow kept swinging left and right in my hand, I shook my head, this can't shoot arrows at all!

I looked towards the far end, and a person caught my attention, on the farthest side, an ordinary mercenary, wearing mercenary short armor, but not wearing a mercenary overall, holding a very ordinary mercenary crossbow, the crossbow felt a little incongruous in his hand, a little big, but the man seemed to be unconscious, just hanging the string, putting on the arrow, firing, shooting very seriously, never looking to the side, only paying attention to the target on his own line.

I grabbed a referee passing by me, pointed to the ordinary mercenary at the far end and asked, "Why did that person use a crossbow?

The referee looked me up and down before saying, "That person is using a weapon for his own use, and today's test does not prohibit weapons other than bows, as long as they are projectile, if you have the ability, even if you move a bed crossbow." ”

I'm really shocked, this can be, a bed crossbow! That's a weapon for defending the city, it's not something that one person can fiddle with, and he actually said that as long as he can move here, he can use it! My fame has this effect?

After the referee passed by me, he immediately rushed to the guy who couldn't even swing the arrow, the guy was finally exhausted just now, and as soon as he let go, the arrow slashed out diagonally, and watched it fly to the sidelines, crossed a small river, and sank into a bush and disappeared, and in a moment, a hare came out of the grass, and the arrow was tied to the hind legs, but the rabbit ran unaffected, and finally after running more than ten meters, the arrow finally fell.

"Hey, hey, I haven't finished shooting yet! What does it mean to let me go! I protest!" The man screamed and was dragged down by the referee, and the referee didn't bother to tell him why, and when he passed me, he shouted at me: "Hey, you come to judge, why don't you let me shoot!"

"Uh, you're shooting too far, aren't you?" I replied cautiously, afraid that telling the truth would dampen his enthusiasm.

"Didn't I shoot a rabbit then!" When the man saw me reply, he immediately grabbed my sleeve with both hands, and saw that posture did not let him continue, and he was ready not to let go.

"Are you embarrassed to say that a preparatory posture can be posed for ten minutes, and there is so much time for you on the battlefield? Shooting the rabbit was you, and the arrow was not solid at all, but it hung the rabbit's leg hair, and the arrow fell off after running ten meters or so?" The referee finally couldn't bear it anymore, roared at him, and said to me after roaring: "You, it's your turn now, you have to be like him, don't get on it as soon as possible, go by yourself!"