Alien world

Chapter 1570 Chapter 204. Competition
The ratmen are too scattered, and the legion cannot go too deep into the wilderness. It would be better to find something for the idle soldiers to do and put some pressure on them at the same time.

These guys are not depraved, but they are definitely a bit lazy after being without supervision for a long time. It's time to make them realize how far they are from being real rangers.

Jack didn't think the elf could beat ten soldiers. Three or five would be about the same, and it was nonsense to say that he could do it without any injuries - no, it was still possible. This was a competition, and the soldiers couldn't be allowed to use magic muskets.

But the elf instructor assigned by Findola Yinlu said: "I want to fight ten professionals who can use weapons that spit fire."

"The magic musket has great killing power..." Jack wanted to remind.

“Magic and sword skills are powerful, but they are useless if they cannot hit the enemy.” The elf instructor’s slender knuckles brushed across the bowstring, like enchanting the back of a lover’s hand.

Having said that, Jack was still worried that the group of rude guys would make holes in Lord Annan's beloved elf, so he selected ten soldiers who were not centurions but professionals, and reminded them to avoid vital points.

Outside the temporary camp, an elf and ten soldiers participating in the competition were fighting at a distance of 100 yards. Outside was a large circle of soldiers joining in the fun, and there was a lot of whispering.

"It's so similar..."

"like what?"

"The plots of those underground magic images..."

"What's the plot?"

"An elf was captured by several humans and orcs..."

The elf instructor pulled out arrows one by one from the quiver on his back and cut off the arrow tips with a dagger.

It can be considered a weakening. After all, besides having no lethality, it will also slow down the speed of the arrow.

She sharpened ten arrows in total and put them back into the quiver.

Jack asked, "Isn't ten arrows too few?"

The elf instructor did not answer, but raised his snow-white chin and said, "Let's get started."

Jack also held out a magic shield scroll, but it was also rejected, so he had to retreat back to his lieutenant.

"The elves' personalities are really annoying...it's just that they are beautiful in appearance, otherwise they would have been exterminated long ago," the adjutant muttered beside him.

"He is indeed capable."

"You're not angry?"

"Why are you so angry? If I looked as pretty as elves, I would be even more arrogant than them."

As they were talking, both sides started moving.

Ten soldiers raised their guns and pulled the triggers in an instant. To be promoted to a professional, talent and hard work are indispensable. For them, a fixed target at a distance of 100 yards is almost always a hit.

But the elf is not a target that would just stand there stupidly. The moment the human soldier makes a move, she will move her long legs, leap away nimbly, take the arrow with her back, draw the bow, and shoot.

boom--

Ding--

Arrows and ammunition were shot out almost at the same time. Through the rising smoke, they saw the elves were still alive and kicking, while one of their own men had a white mark on his breastplate from a headless arrow.

The soldier was looking down in a daze: I was eliminated?
The elf did not approach the soldiers who were not good at close combat, but he did not let them go either. Instead, he shot arrows one after another from a distance.

Seeing his men being "shot" while they were still loading ammunition, Jack's face became redder and redder with anxiety.

A few days ago, when the blacksmith shop said that it had invented a new magic musket with a magazine that could hold five bullets at a time, he disliked the thing because it weighed a full pound, was prone to jamming, and required manual unbarreling.

But no matter how unstable it is, it is better than taking a split second to fire a gun and five seconds to reload. If it were on a battlefield, one third of a ten-man squad would have been wiped out in the time it takes to change the bullets.

After paying the price of three people to exchange the ammunition, a soldier realized the problem and shouted, "Fire in turns!"

If they were stupid enough to fire in unison and then stand still and shoot, they would become fixed targets. Bang!
Ding--

boom!
The fourth soldier was eliminated, but the elf instructor still missed a single shot. She danced with elves and nimbly dodged all the bullets.

"Let's move too!"

They are light infantry and rangers, how can they stand still like the big Hellfire guys!

Just as the remaining six soldiers scattered like headless flies, another one was hit.

Off the field, Jack blushed again as he recalled how he had just instructed his men not to hit the vital parts.

The elf's strength is definitely no more than level five, she relies on pure skills.

It was harder to hit her than to hit a falling leaf, but the scattered soldiers did bring a bit of pressure to the elf instructor - because their shooting was scattered, she could not shoot at fixed targets as she did at the beginning, and while tracking, she also had to dodge the muzzles of guns that were raised from time to time.

In the first thirty seconds, the elf instructor eliminated four people, and in the last thirty seconds, he only eliminated two people.

And in the first minute and a half, “only” three people were eliminated.

But the game ended here. The remaining three people could not harass the instructor at all. She twisted her body slightly, drew her bow and shot an arrow. A black line shot out.

Parker, who had just loaded the bullet, became anxious and raised the gun without thinking and pulled the trigger without aiming.

boom!
The elf instructor was safe and sound, but the arrow he shot at his companion was broken in half and flew out.

The surrounding soldiers exclaimed, and Jack's eyes lit up. With this shot, it wouldn't be so embarrassing even if he couldn't beat ten people at once.

"Not bad, your guess is accurate?" The elf instructor's eyes also showed a hint of surprise.

Pike said nothing and pretended to be a veteran, changing bullets while running. Just as he took out the bullet and was about to load it into the chamber, an arrow hit his leather armor.

This human soldier poses a greater threat, so he should be eliminated first.

Pike paused with a wry smile: "It's not a guess, it's just that an idea suddenly came to my mind and I think I can hit it."

Just as he sat down and was out of the way, he was forcibly lifted up by his teammates who rushed over. Before he could react, his chest suddenly felt like he was hit by a fist - a second white spot appeared on his chest armor.

"Hey, isn't that necessary?" Pike turned his head and asked.

"Shut up, you're going to die, what's wrong with helping your comrades block damage!" The teammate who was holding Pike as a shield shouted.

"Damn it, if it was on the battlefield, you would have to give me a bigger pension when you get back."

"Don't divide my heart!"

Seeing the elf instructor's slender fingers taking out another arrow from the quiver, he stopped charging, squatted down, and curled up behind Pike.

call out--

An arrow passed by Pike and his waist, and the tail feathers scratched a white mark on the side of the leather armor.

so close--

"Pay attention, the next arrow will penetrate your meat shield." The cold voice of the elf instructor came from the front.

The penetration was fake, but on the battlefield, a corpse could never stop the elves' arrows.

He simply threw Pike away. The previous charge brought him within 30 yards of the elf instructor, but this distance... was not enough to hit her.

But the elf instructor had already put a new arrow on the bow. Just as he was about to grit his teeth and raise his gun, the elf instructor suddenly twisted his waist and dodged the gun of another teammate.

good chance!
He simply threw away his rifle, lowered his head and rushed forward. After a gunshot, he finally rushed in front of the elf instructor, hugged her tightly, and shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Go ahead, fire at me!"

(End of this chapter)