In this chaotic world of vying for power, I can become stronger by marrying a wife.

Su Ming's arm muscles bulged, and the powerful bow that originally had only the strength of three stones was instantly drawn to its full length, the bow creaking under the strain.

[Sharpshooter skill activated!]

The world seemed to slow down instantly in his eyes.

The direction of the wind, the humidity of the air, the trajectory of the Black Hawk... everything was transformed into countless precise data streams, converging on the point of the arrow.

No aiming is required.

Because it will definitely hit.

"collapse--!!!"

A thunderous explosion resounded, making the eardrums of everyone around painful.

The black arrow transformed into a streak of light, tearing through the sky with a piercing shriek as it shot straight into the heavens!

That's incredibly fast!

Chen Li's smile was still frozen on his face, and everyone's eyes couldn't keep up with the afterimage.

next moment.

Hundreds of meters in the air, the black eagle that was circling suddenly let out a mournful cry, its body stiffened abruptly, and then it fell straight down like a stone.

"Bang!"

The dead eagle crashed heavily in front of Chen Li's horse, kicking up a cloud of snow dust.

The armor-piercing arrow pierced Eagle Eye precisely, exiting from the back of his head. With its momentum still intact, it embedded itself deeply into the frozen ground, its fletching still trembling wildly and emitting a buzzing sound.

A deathly silence.

At the entrance of the Vanguard Battalion, hundreds of new recruits and dozens of veterans, including the arrogant Chen Li, all gaped open, like ducks with their necks being choked, unable to utter a sound.

shoot with great precision?

That's like being able to see through an eagle's eye from 300 paces away!

Su Ming slowly lowered his bow, exhaled a breath of white air, and calmly looked at Chen Li, who was already dumbfounded.

"My lord, the horse is mine now."

Chen Li's face was deathly pale, his lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a word for a long time. He felt as if his face had been slapped hard, burning with pain.

This isn't a recruit; this is a master archer! Such archery skills are extremely rare, even within the entire Northern Frontier Army!

"Excellent! Excellent archery!"

Just then, a deep voice came from deep within the camp.

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a middle-aged general clad in silver armor and a scarlet cloak striding towards them. Behind him were more than a dozen guards, each exuding a fierce aura, clearly the elite of the elite.

Upon seeing this person, Chen Li's legs went weak instantly, and he knelt on the ground with a thud.

"Greetings...Greetings, Commander!"

The newcomer was none other than Zhang Meng, the highest-ranking officer in this defense zone.

Zhang Meng didn't even glance at Chen Li. He walked straight to the dead eagle, pulled out the armor-piercing arrow that had penetrated three-tenths of an inch into the ground, looked at the arrowhead, then at Su Ming in the distance, his eyes bursting with undisguised admiration and fervor.

"Did you shoot this arrow?"

Su Ming, neither humble nor arrogant, clasped his hands in a salute and said, "I am indeed your subordinate."

Zhang Meng laughed three times and patted Su Ming's shoulder hard. The force was so great that an ordinary person's bones would probably break.

"Good lad! I was just worried about having a bunch of spineless cowards under my command, but I've struck gold!"

He turned around, pointed at Chen Li kneeling on the ground, and his tone instantly turned icy.

"You want this kind of sharpshooter to fill trenches with a rusty spear?"

"Chen Li, your time as centurion is over!"

Chen Li trembled all over, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

Zhang Meng turned around, looked at Su Ming, his gaze blazing: "Kid, don't go to that damn vanguard camp to die. Come to my personal guard! I'll give you the best bow and the fastest horse!"

"As long as your archery skills aren't terrible, I guarantee you'll be able to walk around arrogantly in this northern frontier!"

Su Ming's lips curled up slightly.

This game is in the bag.

He glanced at the trembling Chen Li, then looked at the forthright captain before him, and said loudly:

"Thank you for your promotion, sir! However..."

Su Ming pointed at Chen Li, his eyes playful: "Biao Xia just made a bet with Centurion Chen. Biao Xia has to ride that horse first."

Zhang Meng was taken aback for a moment, then burst into laughter: "Granted! Not only is the horse yours, but from today onwards, you get to choose the equipment for the vanguard battalion first!"

In the wind and snow, Su Ming mounted his horse and looked down at Chen Li, who was slumped on the ground.

That look was as if he were looking at an insignificant ant.

He has already firmly stepped onto the first step of this ladder to heaven in this chaotic world.

Zhang Meng moved very quickly.

In less than half an hour, Su Ming moved from the muddy ditch of the vanguard camp to the private tent of the personal guard camp.

Although it was just a small single room, in a military camp filled with the smells of sweat and feet, it was practically five-star treatment.

"Brother Su, this was specially approved by the Captain. You rest first, and go to collect your personal guard uniform later." The personal guard leading the way was called Da Niu, an honest and simple man, whose eyes were full of awe as he looked at Su Ming.

To be able to draw that powerful three-stone bow to its full extent and still hit an eagle eye three hundred paces away—that's not human, that's a monster.

Su Ming thanked him, and after Da Niu left, he turned around and closed the camp gate, his eyes instantly turning cold.

Instead of lying down to rest, he took out the blood-stained account book from his pocket.

Although Liu Tao was taken away by the military supervisor, the matter was not over.

The list of those who divided the spoils recorded in the ledgers included Liu Tao, several centurions, and even vaguely implicated powerful families in Jing'an City.

"The waters run deep," Su Ming thought to himself.

He knew very well that Zhang Meng valued his archery skills, but that didn't mean he could act recklessly in the military camp.

On a real battlefield, a stray arrow or a false military report can take the life of a ninth-rank martial artist.

He needs a stronger trump card.

With a thought, Su Ming's consciousness entered his personal space.

On the black soil in the space, those few top-grade Solomon's Seal plants had grown to the thickness of an arm, emitting an enticing medicinal fragrance.

Beside the spirit spring pool, the refined iron ingots, ox tendons, and mulberry wood that he had previously stored were still there.

"The art of craftsmanship is revealed."

Su Ming closed his eyes, and countless arrow designs appeared in his mind.

The standard arrows used by the Great Zhou army had arrowheads made of cast iron, resulting in uneven weight distribution and making their flight trajectory highly susceptible to wind influence.

What he wants to create is the ultimate version of the armor-piercing arrow.

Su Ming picked up the short knife, his movements so fast they left afterimages.

Under the kneading of internal energy, the refined iron is forcibly squeezed into a streamlined triangular arrowhead with tiny blood grooves on the side. This design minimizes air resistance and causes lacerations that are difficult to heal after entering the body.

The arrow shafts are made of hardwood produced in the space and soaked in spiritual spring water, making them extremely tough and able to withstand even heavy armor without breaking.

He made a total of thirty, each engraved with a unique hidden pattern.

After completing these steps, Su Ming exited the space and felt the primordial energy within his body grow even stronger.

The position of a ninth-rank martial artist is already secure.

Meanwhile, in Sujia Village, a hundred miles away.

The snow has stopped.

Li Yueru stood at her door, clutching the black iron box that Su Ming had given her before he left.

The villagers all say that the Vanguard Camp is a mass grave, and Su Ming is afraid he won't come back once he goes there.

"Pah! A bunch of foul-mouthed bastards! My husband will definitely come back!"