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

Li Yueru's eyes were red.

She returned to the house and looked at the full granary and the newly added furniture, and that warm feeling of being cared for welled up in her heart again.

She touched the several dozen taels of silver that Su Ming had left under her pillow and silently prayed.

Right at this moment.

[Ding! Detected extreme longing for wife Li Yueru, emotional resonance triggered!] [Li Yueru's favorability +10, current favorability: 115 (By her life)!] [Congratulations host, you have obtained one supreme-level lottery draw opportunity! Draw now?]

Su Ming, far away in the military camp, felt a tremor in his heart; it was a feeling that came from the depths of his soul.

"lottery!"

The virtual turntable spun wildly in my mind, finally settling on a grid that exuded ancient divinity.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, you have drawn a divine weapon: the Great Archer's Bow!]

Su Ming gasped.

The next second, a longbow, entirely dark gold in color and engraved with ancient totems, appeared in his hand.

This bow has no string.

But the moment Su Ming grasped the bow, the "Dragon Tiger Mixed Yuan Technique" within his body began to circulate wildly, and a surge of pure internal energy burst forth, actually drawing a nearly transparent string of true energy at both ends of the bow!

"this……"

Su Ming casually pulled.

There was no sound, but it seemed as if the air inside the tent had been sucked away by the pull.

This bow can transform internal energy into arrows, and it can also carry physical arrows; its power is immeasurable.

He quickly stored the Great Archer Bow in his spatial storage, his heart pounding wildly.

If this thing were to be exposed, Zhang Meng would probably start having wicked thoughts.

into the night.

Suddenly, the alarm bells blared at the Jing'an Army camp.

"Waaah—waaah—"

The piercing sound of the horn instantly tore through the night.

Su Ming suddenly opened his eyes, rolled over and got up, grabbed the black mulberry wood bow and the armor-piercing arrows he made himself, and rushed out of the tent.

The outside world is in complete chaos.

"The northern barbarians are raiding our camp! The northern barbarians are raiding our camp!"

Da Niu rode past on his horse at breakneck speed, shouting and brandishing his long sword.

Su Ming saw that a raging fire had already broken out on the north side of the camp, and the sounds of fighting were deafening.

Zhang Meng, clad in armor, stood before the commander's tent with a livid face.

"Where did these northern barbarians come from? What are your scouts good for?" he roared.

"Sir, it's an elite scout squad from the Northern Barbarians, about thirty men, all of them martial artists! They bypassed the outpost and headed straight for our supply depot!" A soldier covered in blood knelt down to report.

If the grain depot is burned down, these thousands of people will starve to death in the snow.

"Imperial Guard, follow me and kill!" Zhang Meng mounted his horse.

"Sir, wait!"

Su Ming strode forward and blocked Zhang Meng's horse's head.

"Su Ming, what are you doing? This isn't the time to play the hero!" Zhang Meng exclaimed anxiously.

Su Ming didn't speak, but pointed to a towering watchtower above the grain depot.

"Sir, the enemy is in the shadows, while we are in the open. If you lead your men to charge, you'll just walk right into their ambush."

Su Ming's eyes appeared as cold as ice in the firelight.

"Give me five minutes, I'll go up the tower."

Zhang Meng was taken aback, then realized what Su Ming meant.

Are you alone?

"I am an army by myself."

Before Zhang Meng could agree, Su Ming slammed his toes on the ground, unleashing the full power of a ninth-grade martial artist. He was like a roc, disappearing into the shadows of the firelight in a few leaps.

On the watchtower, two northern barbarian scouts were preparing to take care of the original guards.

The scimitars in their hands gleamed eerily in the moonlight.

As soon as one of them looked up, he saw a dark shadow flash by.

"Thump!"

Before the two corpses even hit the ground, Su Ming was already standing on top of the tower.

With his elevated position, his vision, enhanced by the "Sharpshooter" skill, instantly covered an area of ​​a kilometer.

In the darkness, a dozen figures riding tall northern barbarian horses were quietly closing in on Zhang Meng under the cover of the firelight.

The leading barbarian general was carrying a heavy longbow, the arrow already aimed at Zhang Meng's back.

The barbarian general wore a cruel smile, his fingers slightly loosening.

In that very instant.

Su Ming also released his grip.

"collapse!"

A string twanged, more muffled than thunder.

Su Ming's self-made armor-piercing arrow drew an almost straight trajectory in the air, arriving first despite being launched later!

"clang!"

Sparks flew everywhere.

The arrow that the barbarian general shot was actually shattered in mid-air by Su Ming's armor-piercing arrow!

Even after shattering, the armor-piercing arrow continued its momentum, like a black lightning bolt, instantly piercing the barbarian general's throat.

The barbarian general's smile froze on his face as the immense momentum from the arrow propelled him off his horse, slamming him hard against a wooden pillar of the granary behind him.

The arrow's fletching trembled violently, emitting the hum of death.

The entire room fell silent.

The northern barbarian scouts who were charging forward were stunned.

Zhang Meng, who was about to fight desperately, was also stunned.

"The first one."

Su Ming stood atop the tower, expressionless, and drew three arrows from his quiver.

This time, he fired all three arrows at once.

"collapse--"

Three streaks of light spread out in a fan shape, accurately locking onto the other three elite Northern Barbarians.

At this distance, at this height, Su Ming is the judge who holds life and death in his hands.

"Enemy attack! There's a sharpshooter on the tower! Spread out! Spread out now!"

The northern barbarian scouts finally realized what was happening and shouted in terror.

But it was too late.

Su Ming's second wave of arrows has arrived.

Zhang Meng looked at the Northern Barbarian elites falling from their horses one by one in the distance, and then looked up at the god-like figure at the top of the tower. He felt a chill run down his spine.

He originally thought Su Ming was just a genius, but now it seems that he is actually a killing god.

Less than three minutes.

Thirty elite northern barbarians, except for a few who ran away quickly when they saw the situation was not good, were all nailed to the gate of the granary.

Each arrow pierced precisely through the throat or between the eyebrows.

Su Ming put away his bow, leaped from the top of the tower, and landed steadily in front of Zhang Meng.

He dusted off his hands, his tone as indifferent as if he were greeting a neighbor.

"Sir, the problem has been solved."

Zhang Meng's throat moved, and after a long while, he managed to choke out a single word: "...Fuck."

This wasn't profanity; it was the only way he could express his shock at that moment.

He knew that after tonight, the name "Divine Arrow Su Ming" would resound throughout the entire Northern Frontier military camp.

And this is just the beginning.

Su Ming looked towards the dark wasteland to the north, where an even greater aura of killing intent was quietly gathering.

As dawn broke, the smoke of battle still lingered.

The air in the Jing'an Army camp was thick with the smells of burning and blood. The towering watchtower was now crowded with people, yet so quiet you could hear the snow falling.

Thirty corpses were neatly arranged on the ground.

Each corpse bore a fatal wound on its throat or between the eyebrows, the size of a copper coin—marks left by a high-speed spinning, armor-piercing triangular arrow. There were no finishing blows, no struggles; each was a fatal, instantaneous death.

Su Ming squatted beside the barbarian general's corpse, expressionless, gripped the arrow shaft, stepped on the corpse's chest, and pulled it out sharply.

"puff!"