Abandoning literature for martial arts, starting by unleashing the beauty's bow.

As soon as Cao Meng finished speaking, Lu Fengnian quickly pulled three arrows from his quiver.

Just as he grabbed the arrow, on Liu Laosan's side, an archer released the bowstring.

The iron arrow pierced the wind, shooting towards Lu Fengnian with a whistling sound.

Lu Fengnian held a bow in his left hand and an arrow in his right, and rolled to the left to dodge the arrow.

After regaining his footing, he immediately nocked three arrows onto the bow and drew back the longbow in the first instant.

However, at the same time, the second archer also released the bowstring.

Another iron arrow whistled through the air and shot towards Lu Fengnian.

This time, Lu Fengnian did not choose to back down. He narrowed his eyes, took a quick aim, and released the bowstring.

Without pausing for a moment, he flicked his right hand, sending the arrow that was placed on the side of the bow flying backward. He then grabbed it with his right hand, drew the bow fully, and released the string.

The second arrow followed immediately, then the third...

The three arrows, end to end, formed a straight line and shot forward.

The next moment, with a clang, the first arrow in the line collided heavily with the arrow shot by the archer on the opposite side, and were both sent flying.

The second and third arrows, however, were completely unaffected and continued forward, whistling through the wind.

Arrows to block arrows!

Liu Laosan and the other four, along with Zhao Rulong and other onlookers, were all shocked.

The next moment, two soft "pfft" sounds.

The two archers standing in front of Liu Laosan were startled, and the arrows in their hands fell to the ground one after the other.

Both iron arrows pierced through their hearts, penetrating their chests.

A sharp arrow pierced through his back, and bright red blood dripped rapidly from the arrowhead.

The entire small square fell silent instantly.

Who would have thought that in a five-on-one battle, less than thirty breaths had passed, two of the army's fiercest soldiers had already fallen to Lu Fengnian's bow.

Qin Sanming's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief.

Zhao Rulong, Lei Hu, and Cao Meng were equally shocked, but they were shocked not only by Lu Fengnian's archery skills, but also by his decisiveness in killing.

A village hunter shot and killed two people in an instant, yet his face showed no change in expression, even indifference.

Liu Laosan and the remaining two men were stunned at first, and then panic appeared in their eyes.

"What are you all standing there for? Charge forward! This kid's archery skills are uncanny. Only by getting close to him will we have a chance to survive!" Liu Laosan was the first to react and spoke coldly.

The dark-faced man and the remaining fat men gritted their teeth, held their wooden shields in front of them, and charged towards Lu Fengnian at maximum speed.

Having killed the two archers, Lu Fengnian had no more worries. He held the three iron arrows in his hand but did not fire them. Instead, he quietly watched Liu Laosan and his two companions charge towards him.

Fifty zhang, fifty-five zhang, forty zhang—the distance was rapidly decreasing, but Lu Fengnian remained motionless.

"Hurry up! This kid's exhausted, don't give him time to catch his breath." Liu Laosan thought Lu Fengnian was out of strength and urged his two subordinates urgently.

On one side of the square, Qin Sanming sneered, "Lu Fengnian has never experienced the baptism of war, so he lacks practical experience. He exhausted his strength as soon as he started fighting, and now he can't even shoot an arrow."

Once Liu Laosan and his men get close, they'll be like fish on a chopping board, doomed to die!

Cao Meng said softly, "He just fired four shots in a row and his face didn't even change color. How could he be exhausted after only firing two three-shot bursts?"

Qin Sanming turned around. "What do you mean?"

Cao Meng cupped his hands slightly and said, "He did it on purpose."

Archers fear being approached, but this only applies to ordinary archers.

Lu Fengnian was no ordinary archer; his arrows were fast and accurate enough.

As he said this, Liu Laosan and the other two had already arrived at a distance of thirty feet in front of Lu Fengnian.

At this moment, Lu Fengnian finally made a move.

He swiftly drew the arrow, pulled the bowstring, and released the arrow in one fluid motion.

The next moment, with a whoosh, the iron arrow pierced the wind, its target aimed directly at the short, stout man.

The short, stout man reacted quickly, immediately raising his shield to his chest.

Thud!

The iron arrow pierced the wooden shield with great force.

The wooden shield was pierced instantly, and at the same time, the enormous impact of the arrow sent the short, stout man staggering backward.

He retreated four steps in one breath before barely managing to steady himself, the wooden shield in his hand almost flying out of his grasp.

However, before he could even stand up straight...

With another whoosh, a second iron arrow came hurtling through the air.

Lu Fengnian did not use a series of arrows, but his arrow-shooting speed was so fast that two consecutive arrows were not much slower than a series of arrows.

Caught off guard, the short, stout man, in a life-or-death moment, unleashed his potential, quickly pulling back with his left hand holding the shield, narrowly managing to protect himself with the wooden shield once again.

Thud!

With another muffled thud, the iron arrow struck the wooden shield again, piercing it and embedding itself in the short, stout man's arm.

The short, stout man cried out in pain and staggered backward again.

Immediately afterwards, a third iron arrow came hurtling in.

With a soft thud!

The iron arrow pierced the center of the short, stout man's forehead, piercing his skull.

boom!

The short, stout man fell straight back to the ground, his eyes wide open, dying with his eyes still open.

The dark-faced man and Liu Sanyuan stood beside the short, stout man, but Lu Fengnian's arrows were incredibly fast.

In the blink of an eye, three arrows were fired in quick succession. Even if they wanted to save the short, fat man, it was too late.

A look of horror appeared on their faces; Lu Fengnian's archery skills had exceeded their comprehension.

At the same time, Lu Fengnian's ruthlessness and cruelty made them even more terrified.

However, both of them had been on the battlefield, seen blood, and witnessed their comrades die beside them more than once.

Despite being shocked and terrified, he only paused briefly before immediately urging himself on to continue charging towards Lu Fengnian.

In their view, as long as they could get close to Lu Fengnian, they would have a chance to survive.

Under immense pressure to die, Liu Laosan and the dark-faced man unleashed their potential, their speed increasing dramatically.

In just a few breaths, they covered a distance of about ten feet.

With just one more sprint, I can reach Lu Fengnian.

At this moment, Lu Fengnian drew his bow again.

He unleashed a barrage of arrows, firing three iron arrows in one go.

With two sharp thuds, two iron arrows struck the dark-faced man's wooden shield one after another. The immense force of the arrows sent the man staggering backward.

Like the short, stout man, the dark-faced man also failed to block Lu Fengnian's third arrow.

The sharp arrow pierced his heart, pinning him to the ground.

The dark-faced man died right under his feet, but Liu Laosan didn't even glance at him. He used all his strength to push his speed to the limit and sprinted towards Lu Fengnian.

He had only one goal: to get to Lu Fengnian's side before Lu Fengnian pointed his arrow at him.