Tiêu đề FGEP CH 21-30 ✅

Even so, Zhang Sanbao did not disappoint the crowd’s expectations. He drew the black bow to its fullest, but it was done without the ease and speed that Lin Wanyue displayed. It would not be practical on the battlefield at all. Zhang Sanbao released his grip, and the arrow whistled through the air. Under everyone’s attention, it missed the target... Everyone stared at the empty target in astonishment. A peculiar quiet enveloped the scene. Lin Wanyue, on the other hand, appeared unaffected by this result. She patted Zhang Sanbao’s arm with a curve to her lips, then she took back her black bow and said: “Not bad, what is your name?” Hearing that, Zhang Sanbao’s face turned into a vivid red. Huffing and puffing, he stared ahead for a long while before he could finally turn towards Lin Wanyue and grumble: “Please don’t ask, battalion commander. This lowly one has no face to say it, it’ll humiliate my ancestors!” Lin Wanyue assured him with a smile: “No, there wasn’t anything wrong with you, it was my fault for not explaining it clearly beforehand. This bow originally belonged to the Commander-in-Chief. He discarded it because it had lost its accuracy. I found it in the weapons dump by accident, and the Commander-in-Chief granted it to me later on. I found the bowstring to be too precious to throw away, so I’ve been using it all this time. It’s a powerful bow. It works fine in short distances, but it becomes inaccurate for long distance shots if you use it without knowing its offset. Being able to draw this bow already proves that you are capable.” Hearing that, Zhang Sanbao’s expression looked much better. He gave Lin Wanyue a respectful courtesy with his hands and said: “This lowly one is Zhang Sanbao.” Delighted to see Lin Wanyue nod in response, he continued: “Battalion commander, this bow is not a standard two-stone bow. Just to let you know, this lowly one is from generations of military men, and all of my ancestors have been archers. My grandfather has also been the battalion commander of the Flying-Feather battalion before. I’ve drawn two-stone bows, but it didn’t take as much effort as this one. In my opinion, this bow is tougher than a two-stone bow, but not enough to be a three-stone bow. Battalion commander, you were actually able to draw a bow this tough a hundred times with ease! This lowly one gladly admits defeat. Perhaps not even this lowly one’s grandfather can do it the way you did.” Lin Wanyue couldn’t resist a smile at that. She thought: This rugged man can truly talk; he actually compared her to his own grandfather.

For a sixteen year old teenage girl, the toil within it was truly difficult to put into words. Of course, Lin Wanyue’s hard work wasn’t without results. She was still alive, at least. She stayed alive for over two years in the division with the highest death rate, and she had results— sixty-one marks on a wooden board. There were fifty-seven left, of what was owed to Chanjuan village. Just as drill training was about to come to an end for the Flying-Feather battalion, an uninvited guest arrived... Dressed in fine clothes, followed by two rows of well-dressed guards from the capital, Li Zhong walked formidably into Flying-Feather barracks. Seeing such a display, the training soldiers stopped what they were doing. Some of them recognized Li Zhong, while others did not. However, the clothes he wore and the guards he brought stated clearly that he was some kind of big-shot. Even if some weren’t sure how to address him, they greeted him like the others. Li Zhong ignored everyone’s greeting. He walked straight ahead, stopping in front of Lin Wanyue: “This Shizi needs to stretch my muscles. Bring me a bow.” A soldier next to Lin Wanyue presented his own bow at once, but Li Zhong did not accept it. He looked at Lin Wanyue instead, lifting his chin arrogantly. “Why haven’t you presented the bow to the Shizi?” Li Zhong did not speak, but the guard behind him had already lost his patience. Lin Wanyue looked at the guard, then she took a mild look at Li Zhong. She took the bow from the soldier’s hands and gave it to Li Zhong instead. Li Zhong gave a cold snort, accepting the bow Lin Wanyue presented in a self-satisfied manner. He played around with it as he continued: “I’ve heard that you are the battalion commander of the Flying-Feather battalion.” “I am.” Lin Wanyue kept her back straight. She answered in a way that was neither arrogant nor humble. “Oh, as expected of the border army. Crude.”