The Hero Who Troubles the Heroes

The military camp built by Eugene in preparation for the attack on Durian City was not dismantled, but also refurbished. Now it has become a temporary prisoner of war camp used for transporting prisoners of war to the Rurik Kingdom.

Of the 50,000 murlocs in the valley, 40,000 were finally captured, including a group of officers including Karen.

This time Charles and Elizabeth talked about it, and Karen will also be sent to the Rurik Kingdom for labor reform as an ordinary prisoner of war.

The three small military camps with horns outside the main camp have now become the residences of the guards who take care of the prisoners of war and the staff of the Rurik Kingdom. They have a little prestige because they helped the murlocs solve the parasite problem, so they were temporarily transferred to participate in the custody. The captive Charles had just finished his duty and is now returning to his tent.

He saw his name on the blackboard when he passed by the post office next to the cafeteria, so he went over and received a large package.

Before, the Wright sisters and Carl worked together to build a batch of samples of bicycles, magic motorcycles and magic cars. In addition to staying in the elves for internal testing, these samples were also sent to Diana as planned, so that they could help test and make a test. advertise.

Charles returned to the tent and opened the package to find a skateboard in addition to several reports about the vehicle.

So he turned out Diana's letter, and Diana wrote in the letter that these cars attracted a suspected traveler.

This suspected traverser has a relatively deep understanding of vehicles. After he tossed the motorcycle and had no hope, he got a skateboard and sold it.

Diana then outsourced the performance evaluation of the vehicle and market research to him, and he did a good job later, with a well-defined analysis report that looked like a professional.

In the end, Diana mentioned two things in the letter.

One is to ask a technician to repair the car as soon as possible. The professors of the college disassembled Professor Wolf's car for research. When they put it back on, they found that there were a few more parts. Now these guys have been stopped by Professor Wolf. Salary until the car is repaired.

The second is to ask the technicians sent over to help bring a few more durians over.

Charles flipped through the reports, and it was indeed in the style of a traveler, and it was difficult for him to draw so many tables with a quill pen.

So he immediately wrote to the Wright sisters, such a person can be the agent of the company in human society, and if the other party does a good job, it can also be a general agent.

Honda Mixiu's life trajectory just turned the accelerator to an unexpected place, which made him embark on the road of promotion and salary increase to marry Bai Fumei in this world of sword and magic.

The car thing has come to an end here. The production and qualification rate of the car manufactured by hand using the existing technology and the reserved technology are extremely low, and now it is only enough to test and find problems. Only when the machine tools in the Rurik Kingdom can be mass-produced and exported to the Elves, the Macross Group and the Peaceful Vehicle Manufacturing Company can start mass-producing various vehicles.

After sending the last of the murlocs away, Charles's mission here is complete, and he rides Celestia back to the barracks in Big Treefoot.

Charles and his team have been stationed in Xueling Village for three months. After the team that switched defense arrived, they have returned to the barracks in Dashujiao Village to rest, and then waited for the order to go to the next place to carry out the task.

Walking on the road, he felt a little sorry for Celestia, which was a good warhorse, but only used it for his commute.

Then he thought about the maturity of motorcycles and cars in the future, and it is estimated that he will spend less time on horseback riding.

After reporting his return to the squadron, Monk asked Charles, "How's your archery?"

Charles thought about it for a while, and then said truthfully: "I can accurately hit Churchill who is standing still within ten meters."

No way, he has been practicing archery on and off since the beginning of the caravan, but for some unknown reason, his hits have always been random.

Munch has a black line over there, and he can shoot a target as big as Churchill's fat fat man into a hedgehog with his eyes closed at a distance of 100 meters.

"I see." Monk said, "Our brigade will train here for a period of time, and then deploy to the front line. During this period, you must improve your archery level to pass."

The next morning, on the bow and arrow training ground outside the barracks, the archers of the 168th Brigade Archer Detachment watched curiously as their captain, Smok, moved one of the farthest archery targets to a position only 50 meters away.

An archer asked curiously, "Captain, are there any children in the village to experience life today?"

"I'm going to teach a student today," Smoke answered as he opened a box containing training arrows.

The archers who were arranging equipment and preparing for training suddenly became curious, "Which big man's child is this?"

Smoke pointed to Charles, who was following Woodward not far away, "That's the one."

Then Charles found himself being watched.

As a celebrity with outstanding military exploits in the brigade, his actions are the talk of many comrades in arms.

Especially after his arrow hit an innocent moth passing by next to the target fifty meters away, everyone felt that there was another topic today.

Smoke, who was standing behind him, just frowned, then proceeded to let Charles shoot a few more arrows.

Charles's bow-drawing posture is still quite satisfactory, and there is not much problem.

When the innocent dirt around the target suffers, Smoke finds the problem with the randomness of Charles' hit rate.

"You follow my order." Smoke ordered aside.

Charles threw the arrow, raised the bow, opened the bow, aimed at Alan's command...

Then Smoke was silent.

After Charles remained in the aiming position for a while, the bow in his hand began to sway slightly.

The physical strength of his body, which had been tempered by divine power when he grew his nose back, could reach the level of an adult, but when he kept the bow and aiming position for a long time, some muscles began to sore and tremble.

At this time, Smoke said from the side: "Your Highness, it's not enough for a man to insist on such a little time."

At the same time, he held a training arrow as a pointer, and occasionally used a not very sharp arrow to remind Charles not to deform his movements.

While keeping Charles in a standard bow and archery position, Smoke continued: "Your Highness, please experience, savor, and firmly remember the current position of your hands, back, waist, and feet for a long time. Feeling. As long as you can engrave this feeling in the depths of your soul, when you are exhausted or in other postures, you can subconsciously draw the bow and shoot the arrow in the correct posture in the shortest possible time, that is your archery. when qualified."

Seeing that Charles was still insisting, Smoke continued to say there: "The reason why you couldn't shoot the arrow just now was that you lacked the stamina of your hands and took too long to aim."

"When you aim well, the hand holding the bow has already started to tremble, and it is natural to not be able to shoot correctly at that time."

"Also, although you have mastered some skills of aiming, but you have not really mastered it due to lack of practice, so the aiming time is too long."

At this time, Charles felt the muscles all over his body tense, and then became sore, but he gritted his teeth and persevered.

There are swords in his plug-in, soul magic and divine arts, but he does not use bows and arrows.

And now is the time for him to make up for this shortcoming.

Seeing that Charles was sweating profusely, Smoke asked him to shoot the arrow~www.readwn.com~ As a result, the flags hanging by the training ground showing the wind direction and wind speed suffered.

After a five-minute rest, Smoke once again asked Charles to continue the bow-drawing and aiming practice just now.

Only this time Smoke brought two quivers with arrows and hung them on the wrists of Charles' hands.

In the evening, Charles, who had finished training for a day, walked to the dormitory with a stiff and sore body.

Just now he put a power-enhancing buff on himself before he had the strength to pick up a spoon to eat. Now he just wants to get into the bed and get a good sleep.

Just as he was about to enter the dormitory, a slap slapped him on the shoulder, causing him to almost fall apart.

"It's been hard work today." It was Churchill who came, who knows how he managed to keep his footsteps silent even when he was covered in fat. "I haven't walked two more steps, have you?"

"Ok," Charles replied.

But seeing that Charles was holding on, Churchill did not embarrass him, and walked towards the back of the assault unit dormitory with his belt in one hand.

There is a small open space behind the dormitory area. Now there is a large pot with faint steam standing in the open space. There is still a little firewood burning at the bottom of the pot. It is no problem to put Charles in that pot.

This scene reminded Charles of the scene of the caravan cooking medicine in Corn City a year ago.

After smelling the faint fragrance in the air, and looking at the comrades around him, Charles asked, "Are we going to have dinner tonight?"

The surrounding elves laughed and said nothing, but Churchill raised Charles and said with a smirk: "Come on, serve your Highness."

Before Charles could react, he was stripped clean by a group of unscrupulous comrades and put into the pot.

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