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

This is not archery.

This is sorcery!

Three breaths.

In just three breaths.

Calm returned to the training ground.

After piercing the twentieth wooden bird target, the iron arrow, still full of momentum, drove deep into the ground half an inch in front of Wei Lang's feet.

The arrow's fletching continued to buzz, as if mocking his ignorance.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

You could hear a pin drop.

All the guards, including Wei Lang, seemed to be frozen in place, their faces blank and horrified.

Their pride, their archery skills that they were so proud of, were crushed into dust before Su Ming's unbelievable arrow.

What the hell is that monster?!

Su Ming slowly lowered the bow, rubbed his wrist, and muttered something under his breath.

"Sigh, I still didn't control my strength well, and almost wasted the arrow."

This sentence became the last straw that broke the camel's back.

"thump!"

Wei Lang's knees buckled, and he knelt down.

He looked at Su Ming, his eyes no longer showing any defiance, only deep fear and... fanaticism.

"Wh...Section Chief!"

His kneeling was like toppling the first domino.

"Squad leader!"

Thirty guards knelt down on one knee in unison, their heads bowed low, their voices booming like thunder.

This time, I was completely convinced.

Not far away, Xiao Qingtian, who had been silently watching, had already clenched his fists, and his eyes blazed with an unprecedented light.

I've struck gold!

I've fucking stumbled upon a god!

He was about to step forward and say something.

"Report—!"

A messenger stumbled and crawled into the camp, his voice hoarse and tinged with the smell of blood.

"My lord! Urgent report from the northern beacon tower!"

Xiao Qingtian's face darkened: "Speak!"

"Three hundred northern barbarian cavalrymen tore through the Wolf Fang Pass defenses a quarter of an hour ago and are heading east towards Wangjia Village... to plunder! The hundred-man squad guarding the pass has been completely wiped out!"

boom!

The news was like a thunderclap, exploding in everyone's ears.

Xiao Qingtian's face instantly turned as cold as iron, exuding murderous intent.

He turned around abruptly, pointing at Su Ming, who had just subdued everyone, his voice seeming to come from the depths of hell.

"Su Ming!"

Su Ming raised his eyes, and a flash of killing intent crossed his half-closed eyes.

"exist!"

"Your first battle has begun." Xiao Qingtian pointed his riding whip northward. "Take your men and set off within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. I have no prisoners and no battle reports."

He paused, then said, word by word:

"I only want heads! Pile those three hundred barbarian heads into a mound of skulls!"

Su Ming grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, his expression as menacing as a wolf.

He slowly stroked his back, where the outline of the Great Archer's Bow flashed by.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Perfect timing, my bow... is thirsty too."

In the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, even the warhorses were panting heavily.

But Xiao Qingtian's personal guards didn't utter a single unnecessary word.

At Su Ming's command of "Prepare for battle," the thirty black-armored guards instantly sprang into action, like a sophisticated killing machine.

His water bladder was filled, his quiver was filled with armor-piercing arrows, his waist knife was sheathed, and his dry rations were stuffed into his breastplate.

Wei Lang was the first to approach Su Ming, kneeling on one knee and presenting a military map with both hands: "Squad leader, this is a topographical map of the area surrounding Wangjia Village. The village is surrounded by mountains on three sides, with only one exit on the east side."

He raised his head, his eyes no longer showing arrogance, but only burning passion.

That arrow on the training ground shattered his pride, but it also revealed his reverence for the gods.

Su Ming glanced at the map and then looked at the sky.

"Wrap the horses' hooves in cloth, everyone be silent." He uttered these eight words, then mounted his horse.

"Yes, sir!"

Thirty riders, like thirty ghosts, silently merged into the last rays of the setting sun before nightfall.

……

The distance from Langya Pass to Wangjia Village is only thirty li.

The hoofprints of the northern barbarian cavalry were messy and deep, mixed with dried blood, stretching all the way to the small village surrounded by mountains.

Five miles from the village entrance, Su Ming suddenly raised his hand.

The thirty riders, obeying orders without question, came to an instant.

"Squad leader?" Wei Lang asked in a low voice, his eyes full of confusion. He could already smell the burning odor and faint screams in the wind.

Saving lives is like putting out a fire, why stop?

Su Ming didn't answer, he just closed his eyes.

[Ding! The "Auto-Lock" feature of the Great Archer Bow has been activated!]

Within a ten-mile radius, every rustle of grass is under our control!

Instantly, a blood-red three-dimensional map unfolded in his mind.

Wangjia Village has become a living hell.

Three hundred red dots, representing barbarian soldiers, swarmed through the village like locusts. They dragged villagers out of their houses, slashing their necks with blades, the blood staining the stone mill at the village entrance. They laughed wildly beside the burning haystacks, throwing the looted grain and women onto their horses.

At the east entrance of the village, a dozen or so red dots were gathered together, the one in the lead being particularly burly, clearly the leader. He was grabbing a girl by the hair and pouring cheap wine from his wine sack into her mouth, which drew laughter from the surrounding barbarian soldiers.

In the dense forest west of the village, seven faint green dots representing friendly forces were surrounded by more than twenty red dots, and were in imminent danger.

Murong Yan's scouts?

Su Ming's eyelids twitched, but he didn't open them immediately.

He saw that although the seven green dots were surrounded, they had formed a small defensive formation and were still fighting desperately.

They won't die for now.

Meanwhile, the three hundred barbarian soldiers were in the midst of a frenzied looting spree, their vigilance at its lowest point.

This is the best time to hunt.

Su Ming opened his eyes, his half-closed pupils filled with a cold, deathly stillness.

"Wei Lang".

"exist!"

"Take five men and sneak over from the south ridge. Don't make a sound, wait for my signal."

"Everyone else, follow me."

Su Ming turned his horse around and instead of charging towards the village, he led the remaining men around to a cliff to the north of the village.

The cliff is about a hundred feet high, overlooking the entire Wangjia Village, making it an excellent sniping spot.

Although Wei Lang and the others were puzzled, none of them questioned it.

The sergeant's orders are divine pronouncements.

……

The evening wind howled atop the precipice.

Su Ming, accompanied by twenty-four personal guards, lurked behind the rocks like ghosts.

From here, the horrific state of the entire Wangjia Village was laid bare. The guards' eyes were all bloodshot, their hands gripping their weapons with bulging veins, and their teeth were grinding together.

"Squad Leader..." a young guard couldn't help but speak, his voice trembling.

"Shut up." Su Ming's voice was soft, but it carried an undeniable authority.

He slowly untied the [Great Yi Bow] from behind his back, a bow that had never been shown to anyone before.

The moment the bow appeared, the surrounding air seemed to freeze for a moment. It was an ancient and desolate feeling that could not be described in words. The bow seemed to be engraved with ancient divine patterns that had shot down the golden crow, and a wild and domineering aura came over us.

Everyone present was a knowledgeable connoisseur.

They stared at the bow as if they were believers witnessing a sacred sign, their breath caught in their throats.

What... what grade of divine weapon is this?!

Su Ming ignored their shock.