The fiercest soldier of the border army

Almost everyone was holding their breath.

Tang Shun dared to agree because he had something to back him up.

In their past lives, guarding the border didn't mean they could fire guns all the time. They patrolled the motherland's territory on horseback on the plateau, and most of the time, they used modern modified composite bows.

Modern mechanical bows use pulleys, eccentric wheels, and Kevlar bowstrings, making them convenient and labor-saving.

The longbow in front of me was made of animal sinews and bones, and was pulled purely by brute force.

Tang Shun's innate superhuman strength perfectly offset the difference.

Tang Shun stood on the east side of the archery range, his shoulders and back straight.

He didn't look at Wu Yong, nor at the onlookers; he just stared at the grayish-white bullseye.

Wu Yong stood on the other side. A constable handed him a carved bow. He took it, tested the string, and smiled.

This bow was an old item he used in a martial arts competition in the prefecture years ago. It had a strength of three stones, and even ordinary soldiers would have difficulty drawing it fully.

In his youth, he rose to the rank of captain with his archery skills, and even after being injured, he managed to secure a position as a garrison commander.

He had already planned to revive his old skills today.

"Why don't you go first?" Wu Yong raised his hand, gesturing for him to fire, his tone casual.

Tang Shun shook his head, "You're the guest, you go first."

"I'm afraid you won't dare to shoot again!"

Wu Yong no longer held back, nocked an arrow, and drew his bow with swift movements.

The bow was drawn to its fullest extent, and the arrow flew like a shooting star, piercing the air with a "whoosh" and hitting the bullseye.

The target swayed slightly, and the arrow flinched.

The constables immediately cheered, "Excellent! Your Excellency is a master archer!"

"That's real skill!"

"How could it be so accurate?"

Compared to the flattery of the constables, the common people and soldiers present felt a chill run down their spines.

The first arrow was so accurate?

"Ha, I'm getting rusty, let's try again!"

Wu Yong smiled proudly.

The second arrow followed immediately, with another sharp sound, the arrowhead embedding itself perfectly into the gap between the first and second arrows.

"The governor is mighty!"

"The magistrate's charm remains undiminished!"

The constables laughed and mocked Tang Shun's soldiers.

Several people in the crowd quietly lowered their heads, not daring to look any longer.

Wu Yong, still holding his bow, tilted his head and asked Tang Shun, "Team Leader Tang, do you think there's any comparison left?"

Tang Shun remained calm. "Continue overseeing the town."

"Ha!" Wu Yong laughed, took out an arrow, and shot again!

The third arrow was even more accurate!

The three arrows are embedded in the bullseye in a triangular pattern, as neat as if carved by a craftsman.

Cheers erupted.

The constables clapped and cheered, shouting, "The magistrate has won!"

The hearts of Tang Shun's soldiers sank to the bottom.

How can we even compare them?

Cheng Feng secretly drew his sword, a cold glint in his eyes, intending to kill Wu Yong directly and forcibly interrupt the competition.

Wu Yong, oblivious to the situation, sheathed his bow and sneered, smug and self-satisfied.

His gaze swept over Tang Shun. "It's your turn."

"If you can't even hit the bullseye, you'd better kneel down and admit your mistake to avoid making a fool of yourself."

"In recognition of your hard work in building the city, this town will arrange an easy job for you."

Tang Shun remained silent.

He took the longbow off his back; it was made of plain black wood and had no decorations. It was an ordinary infantry bow that was issued to the army.

He drew an arrow, ran his fingertips over the fletching to make sure it was undamaged, and then slowly raised his arm.

The entire room fell silent.

Many people closed their eyes, not daring to look at it at all.

In their view, Tang Shun had already lost, and there was no point in continuing the competition.

Tang Shun drew his bow to its fullest extent, the arrow tip aimed precisely at the bullseye.

His breathing was steady, and his eyes remained still.

Loose string——

"Whoosh!"

The arrow flew like lightning, piercing the wind!

The scene was completely silent.

"The arrow...where's the arrow?"

"Where did it go?"

"Did you miss the target?"

"Missing the target" means completely missing the target.

The soldiers could not believe it.

What an embarrassing defeat!

"Hahahaha! Tang Shun, you can't even aim at the target?"

Wu Yong couldn't help but burst into laughter, "Forget it, forget it, let's just leave it at that."

Some people, skeptical, went to examine the target, only to exclaim in surprise, "Something's not right! Something's not right!"

"Captain Tang, you didn't miss, you shot right through the bullseye!"

Exclamations of surprise rang out.

It pierced right through the bullseye!

Wu Yong's laughter sound was stuck in his throat, as if he had been choked.

Looking around.

The wooden center was violently blown away, carrying the arrow shaft all the way into the earthen slope behind it. The arrow was halfway into the slope, and the fletching was still trembling in the air.

The entire room fell silent.

What incredible power!

An old man stood there with his mouth agape, not even noticing that a bowl had fallen to the ground.

The constables looked at each other, swallowed hard, and were speechless for a moment.

The people all held their breath, and some subconsciously took a half step back.

Wu Yong's smile froze.

Tang Shun nocked a second arrow, his movements unchanged: he raised his arm, drew the bow, and aimed.

Loose the string.

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, the new arrow pierced precisely through the empty bullseye and hit the end of the old arrow!

Click—

The enormous impact cleaved it in two from its tail!

Wood chips flew everywhere, the broken arrow shafts hung askew, and only the arrowheads remained buried deep in the soil.

A suppressed gasp came from the crowd.

Immediately afterwards, Tang Shun's soldiers erupted in a frenzied cheer!

"Good job! The team leader is awesome!"

"Exactly! I told you our team is invincible!"

Tang Shun sheathed his bow, feeling the fervent gazes behind him. He turned to Wu Yong and asked, "Want to continue?"

Wu Yong's face was ashen, and a vein throbbed on his forehead.

He hadn't expected this person to be such a ruthless archer, not only accurate but also possessing an overwhelming aura.

Normally speaking, he has already lost.

He placed his three arrows in a triangular formation.

Tang Shun's two arrows hit the same spot!

Sit down!

But Wu Yong could not back down. Behind him stood the constables, and before him were the common people. If he backed down, he would lose all his prestige and would have no authority within the city walls.

"What's wrong with the competition? You think you've won?" he gritted his teeth. "We're competing in archery, not strength. I only care about the target, nothing else!"

He pointed to the target and said, "My target has three arrows, yours has none!"

"Who do you think won and who lost?"

"Pah!" Liang Enyi spat on the ground, cursing, "You fat bastard, have you no shame?"

Tang Shun looked at Wu Yong and suddenly smiled faintly, a smile that vanished in an instant.

He didn't answer, but instead took the arrow for the third time.

This time, he did not turn around to face the target.

Instead, he stepped to the side, took a half-foot step forward with his left foot, raised his arm horizontally, and pointed the arrow directly at Wu Yong's face.

Time seemed to stand still.

The wind stopped, people fell silent, and even the smoke from distant chimneys seemed to be frozen in mid-air.

Wu Yong's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively wanted to dodge, but his body seemed to be nailed to the spot.

He saw that the arrow was no more than five steps away from him, its tip gleaming coldly, aimed directly at his right eye.

"What...what are you going to do?!" His voice trembled.

Tang Shun loosened his grip slightly.

"Whoosh—"

The arrow flew like lightning, piercing through Wu Yong's cheek!

"laugh!"

Blood suddenly appeared!

The arrow cut in from above the right eye, pierced the skull, and exited from the back of the head, bringing with it a cloud of blood and brain matter!

Wu Yong was jolted awake, his eyes widened, and his mouth opened but he couldn't make a sound.

The next instant, he crashed to the ground, his head slamming heavily onto the rammed earth, and blood quickly spread out.

The room was completely silent.

No one dared to move, no one dared to shout, and even breathing felt like it was being cut off.

The constables turned pale, and two of them collapsed to their knees.

The people were all frozen in place, trembling with fear.

Tang Shun slowly lowered the bow and put the last arrow back into the quiver.

He glanced at the corpse on the ground, then scanned the entire area.

Cheng Feng reacted immediately, drew his sword, and strode towards the group of constables. "Kneel down! Hands to your head! Anyone who moves, behead them!"

The constables were terrified and did as they were told, lying face down on the muddy ground, covering their heads with their hands and trembling all over.

Tang Shun then took a step.

He walked step by step across the archery range, his shoes making a slight sticky sound as they stepped on the edge of the pool of blood.

He didn't look at the corpse or the constables, but walked towards a mound.

His steps were steady, his back straight, like a moving mountain...