MTL - Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds-Chapter 43 Big mouse

Kangaroos used to use bows.

Kant didn't know anything about this kind of thing.

Because the island does not have a pair of bows and arrows - there are quite a few bows and arrows in the archery hall under the commercial center, but Kant did not use them.

Because he won't.

Although Pharaoh took him to the archery hall to shoot arrows, it is clear that competitive fitness archery and combat archery are two different things. Modern archery for aesthetics, performance, exercise and competition survives.

That is, the set of standing still and aiming steadily.

Can't be used in combat at all.

The ancient battlefield archers for the purpose of killing would use the bowman to hold several arrows to be used. They would put the arrows on the right side of the bow instead of the left side, and would not carry the quiver behind their backs.

They have undergone rigorous training, followed the experience and skills summed up by their ancestors, and after years or even decades of training and penance, they have become slayers who harvest life on the battlefield, while Kant only stayed on the island for a year. Yu Yu, trying to practice archery that can be used in combat without any materials and teachings is simply a nonsense.

So he chose the axe, the crossbow, and the gun wisely from the start.

—Sir, times have changed.

Just because he never used a bow and arrow, the kangaroo never got a chance to show him his archery skills... but then again, who the **** would think a kangaroo could shoot an arrow?

Kant only knows that the kangaroo has a good sense of space. It is very good at sneak attacks. It often starts sprinting from a distance of tens of meters, and bounces continuously with extremely high muscle strength. The enemy in the line can also kick straight, and the calculated score is not bad.

But... bow and arrow this...

With its body structure, how does it draw the longbow?

The knight and the princess also looked at the kangaroo in amazement, and they had the same question.

Kant hesitated for a moment and said, "Since you are sure, try it."

After all, after being together for so long, these magical animals may be gluttonous and alcoholic, or sinister, bullying, or domineering... But they have never failed, never let him down.

The kangaroo grinned, looking satisfied.

It held the Giant Battle Longbow on its chest and pulled it with both hands a few times, looking a little disdainful, then took the quiver and stuffed it in the nursery bag on the chest, signaling to everyone that it was time to set off.

Kant said, "Then... let's go."

On the way, the knight came over and whispered, "Is there any problem?"

Kant said resolutely: "No problem. When arranging tactics, I will not take the kangaroo into consideration, and rely on it to play freely, so that the bad variables can be kept to a minimum."

The knight thought for a while, but didn't insist anymore. After all, he had suffered a lot under the hands of magical animals, and he knew that these guys were very cruel, so he lowered his head and said: "Anyway, I will do my best, until the last minute. , please don't take action."

Kant nodded perfunctorily: "Okay, okay, since that's the case, please allow me to suggest a very effective tactic - after launching an attack, if you get into a fight with the enemy, raise your hand and put your wig and necklace together. Pull it off and roar at the enemy with the awe-inspiring attitude of a Goethe man, 'I can't think of it, stupid pointed ears', I think even a well-trained elves will be shocked by you."

The knight pondered for a moment, and then felt that his brain was shaking.

"...please allow me to refuse!"

In such a relaxed and happy atmosphere, they hurried to their destination while having a friendly exchange.

The envisioned ambush circle.

"It's here."

The birds in the sky made a burst of calls, the pigeons fluttered their wings, the target team was approaching, Kant arranged the tactics, and when he looked up, the kangaroos had jumped and hid in the jungle beside him.

"...hope it's serious."

At such a time, it is very inappropriate to investigate why the kangaroo knows archery, and its origin is irrelevant... Kant only hopes that magical animals will surprise him as always.

The kangaroo in the jungle stopped and looked around with its black and shining eyes.

As if calculating something.

It was leaning on the giant battle longbow in one hand, and the other paw stretched out, opened it, looked at the small and exquisite paw, and sighed humanely.

Immediately, it grabbed the arrows in the nursery bag and threw them at will. One arrow burst out of the air, inserted into the nearby grass, penetrated into the soil, and spread.

The last two arrows stuck in front of him.

It stood there, its furry ears twitching, feeling the wind.

and wait for the target to appear.

Soon, the tall figures of the elves appeared on a small hill and approached here.

Everything went smoothly.

These elves did not realize that three groups of companions had died. They only maintained the most basic vigilance against the island, and believed that the wild environment was the home of the elves.

With a weak exclamation, the heroine came on stage.

Miss Fran is already familiar with the journey. He knows what kind of movements can attract the amazing eyes of elves, and what kind of expressions can make elves put down their vigilance to the greatest extent. He is undoubtedly a genius, a genius in all aspects, no matter what a genius learns , can learn quickly.

It's just that the leader of this team is not an ordinary sergeant of the Arrows, but Sir Harlan Nicholas, the arsenal chief of the Wings of Wayne.

Only nobles are qualified to serve as officers on the ships of the Royal Navy, and Sir Harlan has an excellent background, a very high vision, and, of course, the wisdom to go with it.

"Sergeant, enter a state of alert."

He stopped the soldiers who wanted to step forward to help him, and took off the war bow in his hand. In the wilderness, the delicate woman, the beauty that moved him, the clothes he had never heard of, all of which together meant that Extremely suspicious, even if this woman looks harmless.

He put an arrow on the bow, looked around, and said coldly: "Woman, put your hands where I can see, then slowly get up and answer me a few questions, your attitude will decide As you end, the Royal Navy will keep you safe if you show submissive cooperation, otherwise..."

In the distance, Kant had already tightened his body, holding a shield in his left hand and an axe in his right hand, ready to make a surprise attack.

Miss Fran's body kept trembling, but beneath her weak exterior, there was a violent murderous intent.

On the other side, the gorilla in the forest was also ready to make a surprise attack.

Just then, the bowstring hummed and vibrated.

The elves all changed color.

For a race world-famous for its archery, which is imprinted in the blood of the race, the elves have countless poems describing the pleasant sound of the bowstring vibrating, a sound they are all too familiar with, and everyone knows what it means what.

Harlan's arsenal felt a deadly killing intent approaching.

The elf's terrifying archery talent and superb archery skills were activated immediately. In an instant, he raised his bow and arrow, his eyes were sharp, and the aim was completed with a flash of lightning.

The elf's archery is famous all over the world, and it looks down upon the nations.

In the war with foreign races, no alien archer has ever been able to outperform the elves. In the bard's singing, the elves' archery masters are often able to come first when they fight against the evil human archers. When the enemy's arrow is sure to kill, he opens his bow calmly, and the flying arrows face each other, cutting the opponent's arrow in half, and the remaining momentum is not weakened, and it shoots into the opponent's throat in one fell swoop.

This is not a fabrication of poets, it is archery that can really be done.

A bang.

Harlan's arsenal chief, who took the arrow again, showed a confident smile.

The familiar voice, once heard, means that the opponent's arrow has been shot into two pieces by himself.

But the wind remained.

wrong!

The arsenal chief's expression changed wildly. Between the lightning and flint, he didn't have time to draw his bow again. He let out a loud roar, and the long bow suddenly went up!

With a snap, the entire bow let out a whimper, and the tenacious bowstring was snapped off. The taut bowstring snapped back and was drawn to the arsenal chief's face, leaving deep bloodstains.

There was severe pain, and Ser Harlan realized one thing—the arrow that had shot not only slashed his arrow, but also snapped the string of his bow.

A second chorus followed.

The arrow pierced the air.

Harlan's throat was cold, and he was hit by the arrow immediately, and fell on his back, his throat gurgling.

"Crown...Champion..."

In his impression, only a legendary champion archer could have such an overwhelming archery advantage.

But, why did the champion shooter kill me?

The arrogant elves would never believe that among men there will be a master archer who rivals the champion archer.

He raised his head vigorously, covered the wound, and looked at the jungle, wanting to see the shadow of the other party.

The other sergeants of the arrow regiment showed extremely high literacy, and shot in the direction of the arrow, intending to force the opponent out, the grass swayed, and a shadow flew out.

As he was dying, Ser Harlan saw the figure he wanted to see, a terrifying man standing like a big mouse, jumping and flying with a giant battle bow.

...what the **** is this?

A stream of blood poured out of his mouth, and he couldn't rest his eyes.

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PS1: The first shift...the second shift will come later, everyone should go to bed first.