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"Are you kidding me?" The captain of the Bing Youzi squad stood up suddenly, this guy was more than one meter nine tall, and his body was very strong, this one stood up, and suddenly his momentum was overwhelming, and he grabbed Zhou Weiqing's front placket, and his fierce face had already come to him.

"Uh...... I mean, I'm going to think about what class to choose. Zhou Weiqing immediately said with a smile on his face. As the so-called hero doesn't suffer immediate losses, he doesn't want to be beaten. In fact, if he is willing to tell his identity, I'm afraid he will fall to his knees here. However, although Zhou Weiqing is a little more insidious and cunning, he is a little good, he absolutely obeys his father's words, his marshal father once said to him, sweat yourself, eat your own food, rely on your parents, you are not really a good man. Therefore, although Zhou Weiqing is young and noble, he will never bully others like Princess Difuya.

In fact, if Zhou Weiqing really regretted not being a soldier, then the team leader had nothing to do with him, who made him young, he was so frightened, and he suddenly couldn't say anything about not being a soldier.

The squad leader listened to Zhou Weiqing's answer, then sat back satisfied, tilted his head and looked at him and said: "Hurry up and choose, then fill out the form and test, let me tell you, boy, count yourself lucky, today is only the first day of recruitment, and the test is still relatively relaxed, otherwise, do you think it is so easy to join the army and get paid?"

Zhou Weiqing said with a bitter face: "Brother officer, that, I want to ask, if you go to the battlefield, what branch of the army is standing at the back and it is most difficult to have direct contact with the enemy?"

He has his thoughts, every boy has a heroic dream when he is a teenager, if he wants to be a firehead army or something like being responsible for logistics and supply, he really doesn't want to, since he is a soldier, he must be decent. Otherwise, in the future, Dad knew that he was just a man, and he wouldn't be beaten to death? But the main battle class must be on the battlefield, Zhou Weiqing of course hopes to find a relatively safe class, safety first, this guy has always believed that it is human nature to be afraid of death, no matter how normal, he does not regard death as home.

There was a hint of cunning in the squad leader's eyes, and Shi Shiran said: "That's simple, naturally it's an archer." Archers usually stand in the back row, and even if they need to go to the front, they will retreat to the back before the main combat classes of both sides collide. Unless our army is completely defeated, archers, in general, will never come into direct contact with the enemy. ”

Hearing his words, Zhou Weiqing was immediately overjoyed, "Okay, this is good, yes! Why didn't I think that the best soldier in our Heavenly Bow Empire, the eldest brother of the officer, would be an archer." "Archers tend to stand in the back row, and they are protected by warriors, he knows that.

Seeing that his cunning plan had succeeded, the team leader smiled, then sat up straight, picked up the pen and said, "Name, age." ”

"My name is Zhou ......" Zhou Weiqing almost reported his name directly, but fortunately he received it quickly, and immediately changed his words: "My name is Zhou Xiaopang." Age sixteen. "Since he was a child, he lived in an aristocratic family, and he was the only son in the family, although he was only thirteen years old, but he understood the world much earlier than ordinary teenagers, since he decided to become a soldier, it was obvious that he could not be discovered by his father, so he temporarily gave himself a name, as for the name of Zhou Xiaopang, it was still his milk name when he was a child, and it has not been used for ten years, so he is naturally not afraid of his father coming to the army to check.

"Zhou Xiaopang, you're not fat!" the officer muttered as he took notes, and he had no doubts about Zhou Weiqing's reported age of sixteen.

Soon, after the registration was completed, he handed the form to Zhou Weiqing, pointed to a corner of the field on the side and said, "Go ahead, the archer test is over there, as long as you pass the test, you will be an imperial soldier." ”

"Thank you, big brother, officer. Zhou Weiqing took the form, and thought beautifully in his heart, this time is really good, and he can be a soldier again and be an archer with little danger, this is simply perfect.

Happily took the form to the test site, there were only four or five soldiers here, wearing simple black and gray military uniforms, light leather armor on their upper bodies, special finger guards on their hands, a blackout hood with a large brim on their heads, a long bow on their backs, and a pot of feather arrows under their left and right armpits. This is the standard equipment of a normal archer. It's also a bit heroic. At this time, although no one was tested here, several archers stood straight, and Zhou Weiqing knew very well that his father's strict character was still so fierce against his son, not to mention governing the army. Therefore, although the Heavenly Bow Empire is small, and the total number of troops is only tens of thousands, it is quite elite, and in the confrontation of the same number of troops, Zhou Weiqing's father, Generalissimo Zhou, has not tasted defeat, and is famous among the surrounding effects.

"Big brothers, I'm here to test. Zhou Weiqing handed over the form, and a soldier took the form, glanced at him, and said, "Little brother, you have a lot of ideas, congratulations on choosing such a promising class of our troops." Give, pull twice to try. As he spoke, the soldier who took the form took off the longbow behind his back and handed it to Zhou Weiqing.

Zhou Weiqing took the longbow and couldn't help lowering his head to look at it carefully. I saw that the bow body of the longbow was made of high-quality star wood, with a length of up to 1.8 meters and a length of 0.9 meters. The front part of the bow frame is rounded, and the back is flat. The middle grip of the bow is about four centimeters wide, tapering towards the ends, and the ends are covered with scrap.

This kind of longbow has been developed after countless years of war, and the length of the mixed material bow and cross bow in the ancient times of the vast continent is generally less than one meter two, the attack distance is only two hundred yards (one yard is equivalent to 0.9 meters), the effective range is only one hundred yards, and the penetration power is far from enough. With the passage of time, bows and crossbows gradually developed to large-scale, especially after the discovery of high-quality wood with strong texture and small weight, longbows began to be widely used. The longbow used by the archers of the Celestial Bow Empire was extremely powerful, with a maximum range of four hundred yards and an effective range of two hundred and fifty yards, twice as long as the crossbow. Its rate of fire is as high as 10 to 12 arrows per minute, which is unmatched by the crossbow. In the hands of skilled soldiers, the longbow had a significantly higher hit rate than the crossbow. Since the longbow was lighter, easier to master, and powerful, it was suitable for skirmish and square salvos, and these advantages eventually led to the elimination of the crossbow. Arguably, the longbow is the most effective and versatile individual weapon on the battlefield.

The high rate of fire of the longbow can achieve the effect of a "barrage", and when your own soldiers charge forward, the longbowmen in the rear can still unleash high parabolic arrows to attack the enemy's upper part. The weakness of the horses comes from the attack from above, and most of them have no armor, so once they are injured, they will become difficult to control. And even at a limit distance of three hundred meters, conical arrows can penetrate ordinary chain mail.