Half a quarter-hour later.
The rapid-march troops donned their armor and, led by County Lieutenant Xu, descended the hillock. After passing through Siyang Town's earthen walls, they reached the homes near Liu Family Fort and hid beside them.
"Any master marksmen?"
"Shoot dead the two martial artists on the watchtower."
County Lieutenant Xu turned and glanced at the dozen or so military officers behind him.
At this moment, they stood roughly six or seven hundred paces from Liu Family Fort.
At that distance, only a master marksman in the army, drawing a Five-stone Heavy Bow, could kill the two martial artists keeping watch atop the tower.
Even if an ordinary person had sufficient accuracy, they would hardly possess such strength.
The dozen officers looked at one another.
Though their martial arts were not bad, neither their archery nor their strength was enough to take a life from six hundred paces away.
A Five-stone Heavy Bow was generally something only a Martial Graduate could handle.
"This subordinate is willing to go." Seeing this, Wei Tu wasted no words. After saluting County Lieutenant Xu with cupped fists, he accepted the task.
After their parting at Xuan He Tower years ago, Fu Zhizhou had made his three sworn elder brothers refine their martial arts and secretly drill soldiers precisely for this day—to win merit and make their names.
Wei Tu took the Five-stone Heavy Bow from his Green Dappled Horse, drew the bow and nocked an arrow, aiming at the two martial artists atop Liu Family Fort's watchtower.
He fired one arrow first.
As the bowstring twanged, he performed a great somersault, shifting his position. He switched the bow to his right hand, drew the string with his left, and fired another arrow.
The two arrows followed one after the other.
They flew