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On the day of the launch, Lu Jing woke up before dawn.

When he pushed open the door and went out, there were already people moving around in the yard:

Ye Qingqing squatted by the well platform and wrapped strips of cloth around her arm, tightening them tightly. After she finished, she clenched her fist to test the strength.

Ji Tangtang walked past, half a sesame seed cake dangling from his mouth, and mumbled, "Why are you clinging on so tightly? We're not going to forge iron."

"I'm worried my sleeves will get in the way when I draw the bow," Ye Qingqing said, standing up and swinging her arms a couple of times. "I haven't practiced archery enough, so I'm not confident."

"That's understandable; I'm not confident either."

Ji Tangtang swallowed the last bite of the pancake and patted the crumbs off his hands.

"But Lord Lu said that if we send three people, he's guaranteed to win his match, and for the other two, we can just guess one of them."

Mu Jiangli interjected from the side, tying her sleeve with a thin hemp rope: "What do you mean by 'guessing randomly'? I was determined to win that round. The Flying Tigers said there would be a reward for the top three in the archery competition."

Ji Tangtang glanced at her sideways: "Have you ever touched a bow?"

"I've touched it," Mu Jiangli said matter-of-factly. "Last night, Lord Lu let me try it, and I pooped three times."

"Three times is considered touching?"

"How many times have you touched it?"

"I touched it four times."

The two glared at each other. Ye Qingqing sighed, picked up the bow and quiver from the ground, and turned to leave.

Wen Lanxiang was already standing at the door waiting.

Today she changed into a short brown dress with narrow sleeves, her hair was tied up neatly, and a small quiver with several spare arrows hanging from her waist.

Seeing Lu Jing come out, she immediately went over and handed him the rolled-up strip of cloth: "Sir, your wristband, I forgot to give it to you last night."

Lu Jing took it and put it on, casually asking as she tightened it, "Is everything ready?"

"The order of the three events has been arranged. You'll take the long-range shot, the accuracy shot on the willow branch, and the moving target will be Jiang Duyue," Wen Lanxiang paused, "She requested it herself."

Lu Jing glanced at the corner of the courtyard, where Jiang Duyue was squatting against the wall, rubbing an arrow shaft back and forth in her hand.

As if testing the balance of the arrow, she brought the shaft to her ear and turned it around, then put it down and changed to another one.

"Can she shoot at a moving target?" Wen Lanxiang asked in a low voice.

"She's accurate at throwing stones by sound," Lu Jing said, fastening her wristband and stretching her wrist. "Archery isn't much different; the target is static, as long as you can hear the location, it's fine."

Wen Lanxiang didn't ask any more questions and turned to call the others to gather.

The group left the side courtyard, walked through the front corridor of the Flying Cavalry Camp towards the main gate, where Fang Shengtian was already waiting with his horse. Today, he was not wearing his usual clothes, but a dark blue leather armor with a sword hanging at his waist, and he looked much more energetic than usual.

"Brother Lu, don't embarrass me this time," Fang Shengtian said, mounting his horse. "The Flying Tiger Camp has announced they're going to riddle our newly recruited female cavalry with bullets."

Ji Tangtang chimed in from behind, "Let them do it. Bragging doesn't cost anything anyway."

Fang Shengtian laughed loudly, turned his horse around and rode ahead, with Lu Jing leading the female prisoners to follow. They walked through the morning market towards the shooting range in the east of the city.

Some people on the way to the market recognized them and craned their necks to point: "Hey, those nuns! They had a fight in front of the Flying Cavalry Camp a couple of days ago, and I heard they won."

"You won? Who did you beat?"

"The veteran who defeated the Flying Cavalry Battalion pulled down their flag with his bare hands."

"That's bullshit. A bunch of nuns can't possibly beat soldiers!"

"I saw it with my own eyes; Captain Fang was standing right there."

Lu Jing didn't turn around despite hearing the whispers behind her, but Ji Tangtang, with his sharp ears, whispered to Mu Jiangli as they walked, "Did you hear that? We're famous now."

"What's the point of being famous?" Mu Jiangli scoffed, "Nobody gives you any reward money."

All you care about is money.

How can you live without money?

"Have you forgotten why your three months' salary was confiscated?"

Mu Jiangli's face fell immediately, and she stopped talking.

The shooting range was located on an open area in the east of the city, surrounded by a wooden fence.

Three rows of targets were set up in the middle of the field, with the furthest row moved to a distance of nearly two hundred paces.

The bullseye was only the size of a bowl, with a circle drawn in white paint, and from a distance it looked like the tip of a needle.

The Flying Tigers had arrived, and seven or eight archers in dark red leather armor were standing by the shooting range, stretching their shoulders.

Qian Si sat in the stands, holding a teacup in his hand, watching them enter with his legs crossed.

Lu Jing glanced at the Flying Tiger Camp members; they were all burly, with bows strung and placed at their feet, clearly seasoned archers.

Fang Shengtian walked over and whispered:

"That tallest and strongest one is called Huyan Tiezhu. He's the Flying Tiger Battalion's top archer, able to hit any target within two hundred paces. Don't try to outshoot him yet; save your energy for later."

Lu Jing nodded without saying anything more.

Qian Si stood up from the stands, picked up his teacup, and walked to the sidelines with a smile: "Captain Fang, Captain Lu, and all the nuns, welcome, welcome! Today is just for fun, please don't take it too seriously."

"Don't take it too seriously," Lu Jing said. "Since we're already here, it'll be good to warm up a bit."

Qian Si smiled but didn't reply. He turned his head and raised his chin at Huyan Tiezhu, and the burly man picked up his bow and walked to the southernmost end of the field to stand still.

The first long-range shooting competition began. Hu Yantiezhu drew his bow, nocked an arrow, and released the string with clean and crisp movements.

The arrow flew out and hit the bullseye about two hundred paces away, slightly to the left. The Flying Tigers in the stands clapped a few times, not enthusiastically, but it was still a show of respect.

When it was Lu Jing's turn, all the female prisoners crowded to the edge of the fence.

Ji Tangtang clenched his fist and shouted, "Lord Lu, be steady!" Mu Jiangli added from behind, "Can you win if you're steady? You need to be accurate."

Lu Jing ignored the voices behind him and walked to his position with his bow.

When you pull the string, the data in the upper right corner of your field of vision will pop up, with wind speed, humidity, and distance markings arranged in an arc.

He paused for about two breaths, then released the string.

The arrow flew out and landed right in the center of the bullseye, not even a fraction off, not even missing the center point of the white circle on the bullseye. The target swayed slightly as the arrow shaft pierced through before it stabilized.

No one applauded from the Flying Tigers' side.

Huyan Tiezhu stood to the side, watching the arrow in silence for a moment, then turned to fetch his bow to prepare for the second shot.

Ji Tangtang leaned against the fence and slammed his hand on the wooden stake: "I told you Lord Lu would win easily."

Mu Jiangli rolled her eyes beside her: "It wasn't you who shot him, why are you getting so worked up?"

"So what if I get excited? Is that a problem?"

"Okay, okay, keep getting excited."

The second shooting contest went to Liu Zhezhi. She took the bow very steadily, aimed for about five breaths before releasing the arrow, and the arrow landed two inches outside the bullseye. It wasn't amazing, but it wasn't embarrassing either.

A long-faced archer from the Flying Tigers camp shot an arrow that hit the edge of the bullseye.

After two rounds, the Flying Cavalry Battalion won in long-range shooting and tied in accuracy shooting. The final round, with the moving target, became the decisive one.

The moving target is suspended between two horizontal bars and is slid by a person pulling a rope from the side.

The speed wasn't fast, but the direction was uncertain. When Jiang Duyue came on stage, the Flying Tigers looked at each other with expressions that seemed to say, "Are you out of options?"

Jiang Duyue ignored those things.

She walked to her position and listened for a few breaths. When the target slid past for the second time, she drew her bow and released the arrow. The arrow grazed the edge of the target and missed.

A low chuckle came from the Flying Tigers camp.

Jiang Duyue remained calm, drew another arrow and nocked it on the string. This time she slowed down her pace and released the string the instant the target slid to the far left and began to bend back.

The arrow was planted on the left side of the bullseye.

The laughter stopped, and the archer from the Flying Tiger Battalion stood up and tried shooting, but the arrow landed even further off course.

When Jiang Duyue released her third arrow, the target was turning in the middle, and the arrow landed directly below the bullseye as if it had been calculated precisely.

Jiang Duyue hit the target twice with three arrows. She put down her bow and walked back, stopping beside Ji Tangtang as she asked, "Who says a blind man can't shoot accurately?"

Ji Tangtang was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing: "Nobody's saying it, you're the only one talking."

When Qian Si walked down from the stands, he still had a smile on his face, but the smile had faded considerably.

He cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Lu Jing: "Captain Lu, you truly live up to your reputation. Today, your skills surpass those of the Archery Cavalry. Let's meet again another day."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left, walking slowly but without looking back.

Fang Shengtian stood to the side watching Qian Si walk away, then whispered to Lu Jing, "He's polite on the surface, but who knows what he's plotting? Be careful where you go from now on."

Lu Jing put the bow away and nodded.

Then he glanced at the direction outside the city and had a general idea of ​​the location of the abandoned shrine in the south of the city.

They won the archery contest, but the place the key and silk pointed to...

He plans to go take a look tonight.

"Let's go," Lu Jing waved to the female prisoners, "Let's go back and eat meat."