Gou was a member of the imperial family in the late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 392 Lianzhu
The six arrows were shot very quickly, and in a moment the feather arrows covered all the bull's eye. You have to know that the bow Wang Jinwu took out was not an ordinary light bow. Although it was not a strong bow of nine or ten stones, it had the strength of four or five stones.

Such a bow is usually used in battle, and requires at least 150 kilograms of strength in both arms to pull it. However, my brother-in-law used it with ease, shooting six arrows in a row without changing his expression.

What was even more surprising was that after the man had shot six arrows, he actually changed hands, switching from his left hand holding the bow to his right hand and drawing the bow with his left hand.

Just like the six arrows just now, the man's movements were still extremely skillful after changing hands. He shot out one arrow after another, and in a flash all the remaining six feather arrows in the quiver were shot out, and they also hit the bull's eye.

When seeing this scene, Wang Jinwu's eyes widened. He never thought that his brother-in-law's archery skills were so amazing that he could shoot with both hands, and shoot so quickly and accurately.

Although Wang Jinwu could shoot with both hands, he definitely could not do it with the same skill and accuracy as that man. Just based on this point, Wang Jinwu felt inferior to him.

"How is it?" After shooting, the man put down the bow and arrow and asked Wang Jinwu with a smile.

Wang Jinwu gave a thumbs up without hesitation: "Brother, great archery skills! How did you practice to be able to shoot like this with both hands?"

"Hahaha, nothing special, just practice makes me better." The man laughed and deliberately dropped his schoolbag. Wang Jinwu admired him sincerely. He knew that he could not compare with the man in shooting with both hands. Wang Jinwu knew his own strengths. He originally planned to admit defeat. But just when he was about to speak, the man smiled and said that he knew Wang Jinwu's archery skills were also good, but he could not admit defeat. He must let him broaden his horizons.

Wang Jinwu was somewhat helpless about this. He stepped forward and took the bow that the man had just used. He looked at the target in the distance and thought about it. Suddenly, he had an idea in his mind.

"In that case... Big Brother, I will embarrass myself."

The man nodded slightly and stood aside, ready to watch Wang Jinwu draw his bow and shoot arrows. Although he was quite confident in his archery skills, he also wanted to see Wang Jinwu's ability.

Wang Jinwu changed the target. The target on the left was already full of arrows, making it inconvenient to shoot at, so he simply changed to the empty target on the right.

Looking in the direction of the target, Wang Jinwu tied a quiver around his waist. His standing posture was slightly different from that of the man. The man stood straight when drawing the bow, while Wang Jinwu stood with his waist hunched, and his body was more sideways. In addition, his feet were standing in a posture that was slightly like a bow stance, but a closer look revealed that it was somewhat similar to the posture of riding a horse.

Seeing this scene, the man let out a light exclamation and his eyes instantly brightened. Although Wang Jinwu's posture was a little strange and very different from his own, the man who was skilled in archery could recognize it at a glance. This posture was commonly used by Mongolians, and it was a unique posture usually used when riding and shooting.

Wang Jinwu took a deep breath. He held the bow in his left hand but did not raise it high. Instead, he moved it slightly forward. There was a ring on his right thumb. Without even looking, he reached out to grab the quiver at his waist.

With one grab, three feather arrows fell into Wang Jinwu's hand. He raised his hand and one of the three feather arrows was directly placed on the string. Then he raised the bow and pulled the string. With a buzzing sound, the first feather arrow flew out. Before this feather arrow hit the target, Wang Jinwu, with his quick movements, had already shot the second arrow. When the first arrow just hit the target, the third arrow was also shot out.

“Rampant Arrows…!”

The man couldn't help but exclaimed, his eyes suddenly widened, he never thought Wang Jinwu would be so good. He had only heard of the chain arrow thing but never seen it with his own eyes. It was a unique skill of the Mongolians. According to legend, when Genghis Khan's cavalry was roaming the world, his famous subordinate Jebe knew this skill and was called a god of shooting.

The man was an expert in archery and had studied the technique of shooting continuous arrows, but after years of practice he still hadn't been able to master the technique. Although he could barely shoot continuous arrows, except for the first arrow, the next two arrows would deviate from the target and there was no guarantee that they would hit the target accurately.

But Wang Jinwu was different. His continuous arrows were fast and fierce, and each arrow hit the bull's eye. His movements were extremely skillful. After a few breaths, most of the arrows in Wang Jinwu's quiver had been shot out. Although the two were tied in terms of accuracy, Wang Jinwu was much faster than him in terms of speed.

What surprised the man even more was that when there were only three feather arrows left in the quiver, Wang Jinwu directly put all three arrows on the string, and he drew the bow and shot. The three feather arrows were shot out at the same time, one of which hit the center of the bull's eye, and the other two arrows were one inch to the left and right. The three arrows were lined up in a row, and the distance between them was exactly the same, which was amazing.

"Good! Great archery!" The man was stunned by the arrow. He never thought that Wang Jinwu could shoot so well. This archery skill is the best among the Mongolians, not to mention in the Ming Dynasty. Originally, he came here just to visit relatives, to visit his married younger sister and his newly born nephew, and to stay at his brother-in-law's house for a few days to relax.

But he didn't expect that his brother-in-law was not only a martial artist, but also a good archer, especially this archery was even more superb. Looking at Wang Jinwu, who was several years younger than him, the man couldn't help but sigh that there were countless talented people in the world, who would have known that a mere centurion had such a skill? With this skill, Wang Jinwu would be more than qualified to be a guerrilla or a lieutenant general in the border army, let alone a centurion.

"There are many talented people in our Ming Dynasty. This statement is indeed true!"

The man couldn't help but have such thoughts in his mind, and he felt a little sorry that Wang Jinwu was just a centurion of a garrison. With such martial arts and such a background, he should be a talent who can serve the country! For a moment, the man wanted to recommend talents for the country. With the skills shown by Wang Jinwu, he should be a general in the border army. Now the country is in need of talents. Wang Jinwu has a promising future in the border army, which is far more suitable than being in the garrison.

But as soon as this thought came to his mind, the man sighed again and shook his head slightly.

Although he was optimistic about Wang Jinwu, and felt that it would be great for a talent like Wang Jinwu to fight for a career in the army, it was a pity that this was not the right time.

There was fierce party struggle in the court. The eunuch party headed by Wei Zhongxian was in control of everything, and the Donglin party was mostly boastful. In addition, the Ming Dynasty had suppressed military generals for many years, which led to the fact that civil officials were more powerful than military officials. No matter how capable a military man was, he could not compare to a civil official. Even if you were promoted to the rank of general, what would it matter? Wouldn't you still be firmly suppressed by a civil official?
It would be fine if it was someone else, but Wang Jinwu was his brother-in-law. He didn't want Wang Jinwu to get caught up in the vortex of the civil-military struggle, let alone get Wang Jinwu into trouble in the current situation of fierce party struggle. Isn't it the same for me? Back then, I was also full of passion and studied hard for ten years to pass the imperial examination, but what happened later?
He first served as a county magistrate and was later transferred to the Ministry of Personnel as a director. Because he could not stand the factional struggles and corruption in the court, he eventually resigned and returned to his hometown, where he stayed for more than a year.

If he himself did not want to wade into this muddy water, why should Wang Jinwu go? Moreover, Wang Rong was the commander of the garrison, and Wang Jinwu also had a real position as a centurion in the garrison. Although the garrison was no longer the same as it was when the country was founded, the garrisons in various places were no longer the same as they were in the past, but no matter what, being in the garrison was better than going to the border army. With Wang Jinwu's status and position, he could not live a carefree life in the garrison, so why would he go to the border army?

In addition, he and the current Liaodong Governor Yuan Chonghuan were both Jinshi in the same class, and the two had some friendship back then. If possible, he could write a letter asking Wang Jinwu to go to Liaodong to join Yuan Chonghuan. Yuan Chonghuan would not refuse for his own sake.

However, he quickly dismissed this idea because he knew Yuan Chonghuan very well and knew what kind of person Yuan Chonghuan was. Yuan Chonghuan was too selfish and would do anything for his own benefit without considering the consequences. Given Wang Jinwu's straightforward character, he would not have a good time under Yuan Chonghuan.

What's more, the Liaodong military family has always been a solid group. Wang Jinwu is an outsider and will definitely be ostracized if he goes to Liaodong. Once he causes trouble in Liaodong, and if someone deliberately wants to make trouble for Wang Jinwu, Wang Jinwu will get into trouble if he makes a fuss.

Even if he and Yuan Chonghuan were close friends, he was still out of reach. If Yuan Chonghuan disregarded their friendship and attacked Wang Jinwu, how would he explain to his sister? So after thinking it over, he still felt that it was better for Wang Jinwu not to go, and he gave up these thoughts.

"I lost."

A real man can take it or leave it. He first lost to Wang Jinwu in the gun competition, and then he also failed in the archery competition. After two games, losing is losing, winning is winning. He is not a person who cannot afford to lose, so he immediately admitted his defeat with a smile.

"Brother, I just got an advantage. If you want to compete with me in archery..." Although Wang Jinwu was a straightforward person, he felt a little embarrassed after winning two games in a row, and he won against his brother-in-law in front of his wife. He immediately smiled foolishly and prepared to say a few humble words.

But before he could finish his words, the man waved his hand and said, "Your spear skills are fine, but I really lose in archery. Although I can shoot with both hands and hit you and me just as well, if we were to face each other in battle, I would definitely not be your opponent. This string of arrows is really an eye-opener."

Wang Jinwu felt embarrassed by what he said. He scratched his head and just smiled foolishly, not knowing what to say.

At this time, the man asked Wang Jinwu curiously. After two competitions, he felt that Wang Jinwu's spearmanship and archery skills were extremely extraordinary, especially his archery skills. This was not something he could practice by himself, and judging from his posture, he must have learned it from the Mongols. How could Wang Jinwu learn such a skill at such a young age? In addition, he also felt that Wang Jinwu should have been on the battlefield and even killed people, otherwise his spearmanship and archery skills would not carry that kind of momentum. This momentum was clearly the murderous aura on the battlefield, and people who had not experienced the battlefield would not have it at all.

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