The bandits outside the walls had stopped moving, but the people inside the walls were still a little worried and wanted to see what was going on outside.
At a time like this, it was useless to keep guarding inside the walls. They couldn't possibly stay here for more than ten days, could they?
Qian Weining thought for a while. First, he asked the guards of the caravan to collect all the scattered arrows in the camp. They were all arrows shot by the bandits.
Among them, the intact ones could be used as backup, while the damaged ones would be removed and the shafts would be thrown into the bonfire as firewood.
"President Qian, there's something wrong with these arrows," a guard whispered.
"What's wrong?" Qian Weining turned to look.
"Look, the ends of the arrows are very neat. We've all been in the royal army before, and the arrows look like this when they're fresh out of the warehouse, right?" the guard said in a low voice.
The so-called 'fresh out of the warehouse' referred to the new arrows that had just been received from the military. The feathers at the ends of the arrows were pure white, the shafts were straight, and the arrowheads were brand new.
Under normal circumstances, it was good enough that the bandits could use homemade arrows. There were not many who could use iron arrowheads.
However, the bandits who attacked them tonight not only used high-quality arrows, but they also looked like they had just left the warehouse. This made the guard sense something unusual.
Qian Weining took the arrows and looked at them, then whispered, "Don't tell anyone about it in case it causes panic."
"Yes," the guard said.
They were all from the royal army, so they naturally understood the principle of strict obedience.
Of course, the royal army was the general name for the army of the Sorcerer Kingdom. It did not mean that they were actually guarding the capital. The nine main armies of the Sorcerer Kingdom were all called the royal army.
In the Sorcerer Kingdom, only a few troops had special names, such as the Bright Knight of the Sorcerer Family, the Burning Knight, and so on. Every Sorcerer Family had their own army. For example, the Tudor Family's Knight Regiment was simply called the Tudor Knight Regiment.
A long time ago, the royal army was synonymous with the powerful force in the Sorcerer Kingdom. However, it had changed now, and everyone knew that the Knight Regiment of the Sorcerer Family was the most elite force.
"President Qian," the guard whispered, "there's no royal army station nearby. Could it be that some Knight Regiment of the Sorcerer Family suddenly disguised as bandits?"
"No," Qian Weining said.
At this time, Qian Weining thought to himself. The strength of the arrows that the bandits shot just now was actually not that strong. He had seen experts in the army, and it was possible for an iron arrow to pierce through a carriage. So, although there was a problem with the arrows, the people were definitely bandits.
It seemed that someone was trying to use the bandits to to stop them from going north.
Qian Weining subconsciously glanced at Meg. Could it be that they were coming after the wizard.
"Go get the leather armor." Qian Weining said to the guards, "Put on the leather armor and come with me for a walk."
All the guards donned brown leather armor and tied daggers to their legs. Once everything was ready, they slowly crept out of the carriage walls.
Suddenly, a youth said, "Those who have the strength, follow President Qian. We can't let President Qian and the others take the risk. If they get ambushed by the bandits, we can cover for each other."
As he spoke, the young man actually took the lead and followed behind the caravan guards. There were also a few strong young men who followed behind them.
Ren Xiaosu glanced at the youth. He was wearing an ordinary linen shirt that had been washed to the point of turning yellow. He also had two braces on his back, which was what a commoner would wear.
However, the high boots on his feet caught Ren Xiaosu's attention. The boots looked very sturdy and did not look like something an ordinary person would wear.
Moreover, Ren Xiaosu was sure that he had never seen the youth before.
He had walked around the caravan twice during the day. The youth had an outstanding appearance with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes. If he had seen him, it was impossible that he would not have any impression of him. Even if his memory was not as good as Wang Yun's, he would not have forgotten such a person.
Therefore, the youth must have been hiding in the carriage during the day. The only carriage that was always sealed was the suspicious woman's carriage.
Ren Xiaosu had a rough idea of what was going on. Therefore, he followed the guard and walked out of the carriage wall.
The group of people slowly made their way into the darkness. The guard took the lead, and everyone held onto the long sabers strapped to their waists, ready to fight at any moment.
Ren Xiaosu was not particularly nervous because he knew there were no more bandits outside. However, as he followed the group slowly, the youth who led the group suddenly spoke to him. "Hello, I'm Chen Cheng. What about you?"
Ren Xiaosu replied with a smile, "I'm Ren Xiaosu."
"Yes, it's nice to meet you." Chen Cheng's smile was bright and sunny. If an ordinary person were to interact with him, they would probably have a good impression of him.
However, Ren Xiaosu was different. The moment the youth spoke, he immediately understood. 'Oh, so this person has a motive to get close to me.'
Who would want to get close to him for no reason? Ren Xiaosu could roughly guess who was hiding in the carriage …
Chen Cheng, the middle-aged woman, and the little witch Anan were not ordinary people. In the past, they could even hide from the encirclement of the Sorcerers' organizations by changing their identities and hiding their whereabouts. Therefore, they felt that it should not be a problem for them to deal with a nobody like Ren Xiaosu.
However, in terms of combat experience, there might not be anyone in the Sorcerer Nation who had more combat experience than Ren Xiaosu.
Ren Xiaosu did not say much to Chen Cheng. He was sure that Chen Cheng would still think of a way to talk to him.
Gradually, the group reached the corpses of the bandits. When they saw the miserable state of the bandits, they all gasped.
Apart from a few who had been shot in the chest, the rest of the bandits had been shot in the forehead!
For a moment, everyone looked at Qian Weining in silence, causing him to feel a little uncomfortable. "Why are you looking at me?"
The guards smiled and said, "President Qian, we know our limits. It's already good enough that we could hit someone in the dark. Therefore, we didn't kill most of the bandits."
"That's right. Since it's not us, it must be you!"
Ren Xiaosu applauded and praised, "President Qian, you have great archery skills. All the arrows were shot in the forehead. It's not an exaggeration to say that this archery skill is capable of shooting a target a hundred steps away."
Qian Weining was dumbfounded. He thought to himself that he was probably not the one who shot them. However, there was no one else around. Moreover, these arrows were indeed arrows from the Yorkshire Merchant Association. He could tell just by looking at the feathers.
Qian Weining hesitated for a long time before he finally smiled awkwardly and said, "Ahem, I was just lucky."
"How is this lucky?" Ren Xiaosu corrected him seriously. "It's not right for you to be so humble. Being overly humble is equivalent to being arrogant!"
On this ordinary day, the title of the number one sharpshooter in Yorkshire was born.
Ren Xiaosu remembered reading about it in a book. Many years ago, there was an ancient high-ranking official who loved fishing, but his fishing skills were mediocre.
One time, his colleagues arranged to have a fishing competition, so he arranged for his subordinates who were good at swimming to dive into the water and secretly hook the fish onto his hook. In a day, he caught more fish than all his colleagues, and his reputation soared. He was even addressed as the Sharpshooter by his colleagues.
The Sharpshooter and the Sharpshooter were similar in nature. The only difference was that the Sharpshooter knew how he got the title, while the Sharpshooter Qian Weining believed that it might be fate …
Don't ask, it's fate if you ask.
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