"Something? Oh, I just got an arrow!! ”

Suddenly, the monkey jumped up and began to grope up and down, and soon found the arrow pierced in its chest.

I saw that he pressed his breath and pulled it out, and pulled the arrow out very easily.

The arrow did not stain the blood, but the sharp three-edged arrow seemed to have been shattered by some hard object.

"It's okay, it's okay! Fortunately, I'm afraid of death. ”

As he spoke, the monkey breathed a sigh of relief, and happily untied the outer sheepskin jacket, revealing the already bloated cotton armor inside.

The cotton armor was then unraveled, revealing the iron cast plate inside, with a distinct groove on the chest of the plate, which was a centimeter deep.

It can be seen that in the face of this kind of arrow, even if it is covered with a sheepskin jacket, the cotton armor is still very lethal after penetration.

I can't imagine that if there is no layer of plate armor, I am afraid that the monkey will still be shot through.

Seeing this, Wang Er immediately laughed angrily and directly punched the monkey, which was also the first time he beat the monkey, and the monkey hugged his head and ran away.

Zhao Ming also pointed at the monkey and scolded with a smile, "You're fucking young, just fall asleep!" ”

The monkey was aggrieved, holding his head and saying helplessly, "I am known for my quick knives in Guanzhong, and many times I also need to fight under the horse."

Whoever is here to dismount and fight, my advantage is gone, I am afraid of death, of course I have to be cautious. ”

But if you want to say that the monkey is afraid of death, he is really afraid of death.

Don't be afraid of death, he can blow up the turret alone.

But it's a blessing that the monkeys can be so cautious, but it's a pity for these brothers.

It's just that there is no way, the armor is limited, and Zhao Ming can only fill the lineage first.

As for letting these brothers who went out to patrol temporarily wear armor, Zhao Ming couldn't do it.

Once the armor is lost, it means that a brother of the Zhensong army has no security on the battlefield.

People are such double standards, after all, there is a difference between intimacy and intimacy.

Zhao Ming ignored the two who continued to fight, and led Zhang He to the corpse of a Mongolian scout.

Picked up a bow and pulled it casually, but he couldn't pull it.

Immediately, he mustered up all his strength and pulled violently, and this time it was finally gradually full, but Zhao Ming had already used eighty or ninety percent of his strength.

But it's impossible to maintain this kind of strength at all times in actual combat!

"Master Zhang, try it and see how many pounds this is."

Zhao Ming threw the bow to Zhang He, and immediately began to rub it on the ground one by one.

It looks like they're picking up the bows, as the scouts are all Manchurian.

After all, this kind of bow is expensive, and the bow arm is made of bamboo, elm, and birch, with horns or horns on the face and cow tendons or deer tendons on the back.

Now it is rare to see a master who can make this kind of bow, and there are many people in Outer Mongolia, but there are relatively few masters in China.

At least Zhao Ming, the bow on the Inner Mongolia side has been used, and the strength is far less than this.

Of course, it looks like picking up things, but in fact it's picking up things, picking up skills and part of memories.

I wanted to scratch my tongue, but now I don't have to.

As the corpses were touched, Zhao Ming's bow and arrow skills began to improve by leaps and bounds.

I have touched the corpses of many herdsmen before, and my archery skills have reached the level of archery of first-line herdsmen.

But these outer Mongolian scouts are all good at one in a hundred, and with all eight corpses touched, Zhao Ming vaguely felt that his archery skills seemed to have broken through to another level.

With his eyes scanning around, Zhao Ming was stunned to find that his concentration had improved a lot.

It's hard to describe, it's like a falcon with a goal in mind, and the lock is completed in an instant, and the spirit begins to be highly focused on that area.

Of course, the eyesight has not improved, and the essence of the body has not actually changed, but the concentration and insight have improved a lot.

This change was extremely obvious, and even seeing a raised stone fifty meters away, Zhao Ming felt that he could shoot even with his eyes closed.

"Sir Zhao, I tried this bow, it's about one hundred and thirty pounds! A standard scout bow. And the maintenance is very proper, all of them are of the highest quality.

It's a pity that this kind of thing can not be used much. ”

Zhang He's words interrupted Zhao Ming's thoughts at the moment.

"If I want to use this bow, Master Zhang, do you think I can achieve this kind of arm strength through practice?" Zhao Minghu asked rhetorically.

Zhang He pondered carefully for a moment, and then threw the bow to Zhao Ming.

"Sir Zhao, try again, and then tell me how much strength you used."

Zhao Ming was also unambiguous, and pulled the bow again, but this time it was unexpectedly relaxed.

Could it be that my strength has also increased?

No, no, no!

Soon Zhao Ming found out that it was not, but his skill in drawing the bow had changed.

Not.... The action has gotten uglier.

In fact, the Manchurian bow was so rugged that it was much larger than other bows, and they had to take a strange posture when shooting arrows.

And now Zhao Ming is in such a posture, it looks very indecent to have his ass cocked.

However, on horseback, this is still a little handsome, but this position is indeed more effortless than before.

It seems that the muscle memory of touching the corpse made Zhao Ming subconsciously complete this set of labor-saving actions.

"How much power now?" Seeing that Zhao Ming was already full, Zhang He asked.

"Sixty percent."

"Well, then pull the bowstring to sixty percent and try again!"

"Now it's forty percent!"

"Chief Zhao, I think as long as you practice diligently, it will definitely not be a problem for you to use this kind of bow.

You have a lot of talent, you have a big skeleton, and you have an outstanding talent for strength. A full bow can only require 50% of the force, and a half bow can be 30% or even 20% of the force, and you can even use this thing as a common weapon.

Of course, it is only for grassland use! And you also have to train accuracy. ”

Zhang He reminded seriously.

After all, it is not that Zhao Ming can completely use this kind of bow and arrow with sixty percent of his strength now, but that archery itself is repetitive physical work.

It may be that every time you use sixty percent of your strength, you will have to lose your strength after five shots, and if you repeat it ten times, you will not want to build a bow again for a whole day. And it affects the follow-up hand-to-hand combat.

Secondly, in many cases, if you want to kill from a longer distance, you have to fill the bow, after all, the bow is different from the gun.

As for the grassland only, that's because it's all mobile and fast-paced.

And the Central Plains are all large-scale firearms group operations. It's okay to use a bow to hit a dozen raids, but as the main weapon, you can't play like this.

No matter how talented you are, if you pull the bow dozens of times, this hand will be useless.

As for the power of the Manchurian bow, Zhang He also had no doubts about this.

Because at the end of the Ming Dynasty, Manchuria confronted it, and the accuracy and power of the Manchurian bow far exceeded the firearms of the Ming army.

Many people in later generations felt that it was the firearms supervision at the end of the Ming Dynasty that could not be manufactured, which led to the appearance of many defective products.

It is undeniable that there are certain factors, but those generals who govern the army well will not be unaware of the problems? They will also privately bring some good products for their subordinates to deploy.

But it can't compare to other people's primitive weapons, no way.

Many of the generals of the Ming army and the peasant army were often killed directly after only one of the arrows of the Manchurian army.

The summary is one sentence, the middle is killed!

As the culmination of the feudal dynasty, the previous dynasty still had two brushes, of course, the decay at the end of the period could not be washed.

No matter how good an ancient weapon is, it will be obsolete because it will no longer change and will not be used flexibly.

Not to mention that at the end of the dynasty, there were very few of those Eight Banners disciples who could pull a hundred pounds.