Chen Shouyi's face was cold and grim as he swiftly drew another arrow and aimed it at another warbird.
The warbird, already beginning its dive, was instantly frightened into frantically beating its wings, trying to climb back into the sky.
But it was already too late. A sharp arrow pierced its abdomen in an instant, blasting open a bloody hole. With a mournful cry, it toppled from the sky.
Chen Shouyi's movements did not stop. He fired one arrow after another.
The arrows, traveling at three times the speed of sound, tore through the air with a thunderous roar. White trails of disturbed air slashed across the sky, crisscrossing like lines.
From time to time, warbirds plummeted from the sky.
Although Chen Shouyi had always been accustomed to attacking within a hundred meters when using his bow and arrow, since his accuracy was higher and his attacks more powerful at that distance, that did not mean his eight-hundred-pound War Bow could only attack within that range.
In fact, arrows traveling at three times the speed of sound and weighing three or four ounces each were somewhat more powerful than cannon shells fired from a machine gun. Even at **over a hundred meters away, they could easily pierce standard steel plates four or five millimeters thick.
The warbirds' mournful cries rose and fell, resounding through the night sky.
Chen Shouyi fired thirteen arrows in succession before finally stopping.
Only two arrows remained in his quiver.
Unfortunately, his results were meager. Aside from the two at the beginning, he had actually fired ten arrows and brought down only three warbirds. Although one of the warbirds had been hit, the distance was too great, and the arrow had merely lodged shallowly in its body, leaving it with only a superficial wound.
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