Can't I Beg You, Brother?

Meng Wu nodded silently, offering a word of praise: "Not bad."

However, in his heart, he felt that while this lad possessed great raw strength, he was ultimately a new recruit with too little training time. To enter the Central Cavalry, he was still far from ready.

After all, on the battlefield, even a fierce warrior with the strength to lift a thousand catties would surely die if he lacked the necessary skills and accidentally found himself trapped in enemy lines.

My second brother is still a bit naive, thinking that this would be enough for me to agree to shove someone into the Central Cavalry.

Still, with such raw talent, entering the Elite Battalion would be quite effortless.

As he thought this, Zhao Cheng on the field had already picked up the Ebony Bow slung across his back. The Ebony Bow was pitch black, blending in with the color of his armor earlier, but now that it was in his hands, the thick bow limbs and the tough bowstring immediately revealed the weapon's power.

Meng Wu's gaze sharpened. He recognized at a glance that this was the top-tier bow from Meng Wei's private collection. He hadn't expected the man to be so willing to bleed for this, even lending such a prized possession to this youth.

Yet, Zhao Cheng did not walk toward the front of the moving target area; instead, he stood his ground nearly two hundred paces away, nocking an arrow and drawing the bow immediately.

The bow opened like a full moon. With a thunderous crack, the arrow vanished instantly, tearing through the air with a sharp, piercing whistle. With a chi sound, it pierced through the head of a moving humanoid target, then continued on its path, pinning itself into the earthen wall behind!

The duo sound of the impact had only just rung out.

Two more whistling sounds followed in rapid succession. The heads of the other two swaying humanoid targets were each pierced through with a small hole, and the two arrows pinned themselves into the earthen wall, lined up perfectly with the tail of the first.

Between the three shots, there was almost no pause. Arrow after arrow, it was as fluid as flowing water, yet terrifyingly accurate and shockingly powerful.

On the high platform, Meng Wu stood up with a start, his eyes wide, staring fixedly at the youth who was putting away his bow and walking toward his horse.

"Divine marksmanship!?"

Meng Tian was even more shocked. He swallowed hard and said in disbelief, "That distance—it's a full two hundred paces!"

"To hit moving targets at two hundred paces, all three shots dead center in the head—even in the Central Cavalry, there are no such divine marksmen."

"With archery like this, Second Uncle, you're telling me he's a recruit who only joined a month ago??"

Such archery was unique, even across the entirety of Great Qin!

Those who were accurate couldn't shoot as far as he could, and those who could shoot as far weren't as accurate.

The corners of Meng Wei's mouth twitched as he struggled to maintain a look of indifference. "He just turned sixteen. If not for the conscription order a month ago, how could he have been registered and enlisted?"

Meng Tian was left speechless, his throat feeling dry.

Meng Wu's eyes were bright as he watched Zhao Cheng leap onto his horse, a surge of infinite expectation rising in his heart.

This lad is likely a young divine general that Second Brother found and has been grooming since childhood!

If—if his horsemanship and mounted archery are also excellent, I cannot imagine what kind of elite warrior this would be!

However, for a child of this age, demanding so much was truly too harsh. As long as his horsemanship was passable, he could, as Second Brother suggested, shove this child into the Assault Cavalry Battalion!

Yet, the moment Zhao Cheng mounted the horse, a sense of effortless mastery hit them like a wave. On horseback, he seemed even freer than he did on the ground!

The galloping horse was like the wind, and he was the wind itself.

What did holding the reins with one hand matter? He didn't need reins at all; the horse followed his every intent as if it were an extension of his own limbs, dancing with agility.

In a single breath, the horse could stop abruptly or change direction several times, its flexibility and adaptability opening everyone's eyes.

After a turn, Zhao Cheng lightly squeezed the horse's flanks, and the beast instantly began to gallop for its life. As the speed reached its limit, the strong wind blew Zhao Cheng's hair backward, and at that very speed, he suddenly flipped off the horse!

"Ah!"

Meng Tian was startled, thinking he had fallen.

But he saw Zhao Cheng reach out and brush the ground, and the moment he gripped the copper coin in his hand, the horse's body twisted, and a strange force tossed Zhao Cheng back onto the horse's belly. The entire process was fluid and graceful; Zhao Cheng hadn't even needed to exert much effort.

Meng Tian was completely stunned!

You can ride a horse like that too?

This horse seems to know what its master is thinking, able to coordinate to this degree—what kind of fine steed is this?

He observed the horse carefully, but no matter how he looked at it, it was just an ordinary horse.

The only explanation was that the youth's horsemanship had reached a state of divine perfection!

But he was only sixteen! Compared to him, his own horsemanship was nothing but a pile of dung!

And his archery was even less worth mentioning—it didn't even compare to a ten-thousandth of his skill!

For a moment, Meng Tian began to doubt his life. He was a descendant of a military family, after all—had the last twenty-plus years been lived in vain?

On the other side, Zhao Cheng kept his horse running, heading straight for the dense area of wooden stakes. The speed was so fast that others feared he would crash and die!

However, when the galloping horse reached the stakes, it moved as if it knew a secret technique, dodging and weaving through the dense obstacles.

The large, tall horse flickered through the stakes like a butterfly. This scene was incredibly bizarre, and an indescribable feeling permeated the hearts of everyone who witnessed it.

Zhao Cheng rushed out from the dense stakes, then in one go, raised his bow for mounted archery. While galloping, he fired four or five consecutive arrows, piercing the moving humanoid targets two hundred paces away, every single one passing through the head!

Until the entire assessment ended, he flipped off the horse and stood in the field, his upright posture like a long spear pointing toward the heavens. His bright, star-like eyes looked toward Meng Wei, and he bowed respectfully to the platform before silently returning to the rear, standing still with his eyes lowered.

In motion, he was like thunder; in stillness, he was like Mount Tai.

His every move was measured; he was neither arrogant nor impetuous.

Such character and performance left Meng Wu plunged into deep silence.

Numb!

There was no boasting in Meng Wei's letter at all; it was all heartfelt truth!

This lad possessed the strength to uproot mountains and lift tripods, the skill to pierce a willow leaf from a hundred paces, the speed of a tiger or leopard, and the agility of a hawk or falcon—if he wasn't a heaven-sent divine general, then what was he?

The moment he recalled how Meng Wei had tried to hand this lad over to him earlier and he had refused, he wanted to slap his own face.

What was that nonsense about military regulations being inviolable? In front of a monster like this, military regulations were worth nothing!

"About that..." Meng Wu gripped the hilt of his sword, asking with a hint of awkwardness, "Meng Wei, has this child been officially registered in the military yet?"

Meng Wei nodded, marking Zhao Cheng as having passed the assessment in the military register, but he had yet to assign him to a specific branch.

"Now that the assessment is passed, he is naturally to be registered. However, he has only been enlisted for a month and is still a recruit. I feel he is a promising seedling who should garrison in the county for a year to train further."

Train more?

He's already hit the ceiling, hasn't he!

Is there even any room left for improvement?

Meng Wu scratched his cheek, speaking with some difficulty, "Hmm... I feel this lad's skills have already reached the pinnacle. He is more than qualified to join the Assault Cavalry Battalion of the Central Army. He should follow the army to the battlefield to slay enemies and earn merit, don't you think?"

Meng Wei hurriedly replied, "Military regulations cannot be ignored, brother. To enter the Assault Cavalry Battalion of the Central Army, one must go through layers of selection. Let him rise through the ranks according to the regulations. Regardless of whose command he falls under, it will be in accordance with the rules..."

Before he could finish, Meng Wu finally flew into a fit of shame-induced rage and couldn't help but kick Meng Wei in the backside.

"My words no longer carry any weight? Do you want me to beg you?"