Divine Archer

PS: Nangong Wenya: Be good and leave your brain with me. I'll give it a little pat!

New author, new book, a tiny newbie here. Please support me! Go easy on the criticism!

The setting sun was like blood, and the cold wind bit to the bone.

Great Wei Dynasty, northern frontier.

Anning Pass.

At this moment, the foreign tribes were about to batter at the gates!

Hun Ruxie, the Xiongnu Left Virtuous King, had led an army of a hundred thousand here, intending to enter the pass and march south.

An army of a hundred thousand battered at the gates, and the flames of war stretched as far as the eye could see...

Sheng Huai'an looked at the army beyond the city walls, his hand gripping the bow slick with cold sweat.

This was his first time on a battlefield.

"What, nervous?" the Old Soldier beside him asked.

It was obvious at a glance that Sheng Huai'an was a raw recruit.

"Yes!"

Fear filled Sheng Huai'an's eyes.

Of course he was a recruit. He had just transmigrated here, gone out for a stroll, and been seized for forced conscription to defend the city.

Who knew what those military bigshots had been thinking, dragging an ordinary civilian like him here when he had neither combat experience nor strength!

To serve as cannon fodder?

"A city resident!?" The Old Soldier seemed to see through everything, his gaze wise and penetrating.

Sheng Huai'an nodded, his hands still trembling.

He had transmigrated into the body of a scholar also named Sheng Huai'an. He had barely stepped outside to learn about his surroundings when he ran into recruiters, who seized him and made him a conscript.

"Don't be scared either. Open your eyes, close them, and you'll be dead. Nothing much to fear," the Old Soldier comforted him.

Sheng Huai'an: ...

That was some excellent comforting. Please don't do it again next time.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Outside the city, war drums thundered, shaking the skies.

"Keep your head down. Don't stick it out carelessly. The Xiongnu army is beginning its attack. First, survive this volley of arrows," the Old Soldier warned.

The Old Soldier crouched behind the battlement, observing the enemy army through the gaps in the wall.

Sheng Huai'an hurriedly crouched beside him.

The next moment, arrows fell like rain.

All he could hear was the sharp whistling of arrows slicing through the air.

The city-wall defenders were all hiding behind the battlements. No one dared remain standing.

Anyone who stood up was a living target, practically handing over their head.

With the Xiongnu army assaulting the city and arrows raining down, was he supposed to stand there and turn into a pincushion?

Under the suppression of the arrow rain, the attacking army set up their siege ladders and began climbing, preparing to scale the walls.

The moment the arrow rain ceased, the Old Soldier shouted, "Quick, prepare to strike back! Only by holding the walls can we live!"

Seeing the Old Soldier stand, Sheng Huai'an followed suit.

The weapon assigned to him was a battered old bow, barely usable.

Along with it came five arrows—pitifully shabby equipment.

He was cannon fodder anyway. He did not need good equipment.

"Kid, stop spacing out! Shoot already!" the Old Soldier beside him shouted.

Looking at the Xiongnu army surging in like a tide, Sheng Huai'an came back to his senses.

This was nothing like what they showed on television.

Compared with the real thing, what was on television was simply... too lame!

Thousands upon thousands of people were attacking the city, packed so densely together that the sight alone exerted enormous mental pressure.

Now that the army had reached the base of the walls, setting up ladders and climbing, the Xiongnu arrow rain had finally stopped.

Looking at the densely packed Xiongnu soldiers below, Sheng Huai'an did not care whether he knew how to shoot. He nocked an arrow, drew the string, and fired into the crowd beneath the walls.

Whoosh!

A Xiongnu soldier below fell in response, dying with his eyes still open.

A blind cat had stumbled upon a dead mouse. He had been treated as that dead mouse and stumbled to his death.

In both his past and present lives, this was Sheng Huai'an's first time firing an arrow, and he had killed a Xiongnu soldier with it.

After killing a Xiongnu soldier with one arrow, Sheng Huai'an discovered something strange in his mind.

Oh no, his head was so itchy. Was he about to grow a brain!?

A golden screen appeared in Sheng Huai'an's mind.

Golden characters appeared upon it:

Name: Sheng Huai'an

Race: Human

Cultivation Method: None

Talent: Trash Rookie Archer (+)

Slaughter Value: 1

A golden finger?

Looking at the golden screen in his mind, Sheng Huai'an was instantly overjoyed.

A golden finger was essential for transmigration. The ancients had not deceived him.

"System, hello?"

No response!

Could he be opening it wrong?

"Hi, hello, System!"

Still no response.

Sheng Huai'an could not help growing anxious. Was this golden finger not a system? Why was there no movement at all!

He had been counting on the system to unlock a newbie gift pack, turning him into a war god who slaughtered in all directions.

Stuck on the Syrian battlefield with a crippled system—what should he do?

Waiting online. Urgent! Urgent! Urgent!

Unfortunately, longing day and night did not necessarily bring an echo.

Sheng Huai'an saw the plus sign behind Trash Rookie Archer. Having immersed himself in web novels for years, he added a point without hesitation.

In this situation, it had to be the one-click point-adding cultivation type of golden finger.

Sure enough, as soon as he mentally added the point, experience and knowledge related to archery flooded into his mind.

In the blink of an eye, Sheng Huai'an had gone from a trash rookie archer to a Novice Archer.

At the same time, a warm current flowed through his body, making him feel much stronger.

"So all I need is to add Slaughter Value."

Simple and clear.

"I feel like I'm terrifyingly strong now!" Sheng Huai'an immediately nocked an arrow and drew the string, carrying himself with something of an archer's bearing.

One arrow shot out, piercing the heart of a Xiongnu soldier below the city wall. The man fell to the ground, dead beyond all doubt.

After killing a Xiongnu soldier, his Slaughter Value returned to 1.

However, no plus sign appeared behind Novice Archer this time.

Clearly, one point of Slaughter Value was not enough to promote him from Novice Archer to the next level.

"Hey, not bad. You killed another one."

The Old Soldier beside him saw that Sheng Huai'an had fired two arrows in succession and killed two enemies.

That did not look like a raw conscript who had just been dragged here.

"Good luck, good luck." Sheng Huai'an was no longer uneasy. Instead, he wore a smile.

Enemies: Thanks so damn much for your good luck. Could your luck stop being so good? Those are our lives.

He really hated enemies with no sense of boundaries!

With a golden finger, what did he have to fear? Bathed in the protagonist's halo, he was destined to grow powerful.

The protagonists in many novels were just like this.

At this moment, the Xiongnu army was attacking the city. Xiongnu soldiers climbed the siege ladders while the defending soldiers picked up stones and smashed them down.

One stone came down, and heads burst open like watermelons.

Some soldiers carried buckets of scalding golden juice and poured it down. Xiongnu soldiers drenched in it screamed in agony as they fell.

The defenders held the advantage. If the attackers wanted victory, they could only fill the gap with lives.

"If the enemy makes it onto the walls later, retreat to the rear," the Old Soldier said.

A promising archer had finally appeared, and the Old Soldier did not want Sheng Huai'an to die in close-quarters combat.

"Don't worry, Uncle. I cherish my life," Sheng Huai'an said.

By now, he had forgotten his fear of the battlefield. All he wanted was Slaughter Value. For some reason, his ability to adapt was astonishingly strong.

Sheng Huai'an continued nocking arrows and drawing his bow, shooting at the Xiongnu army below. The ground beneath the walls was packed with people anyway, so it was hard to miss.

Whoosh!

Another enemy fell in response, an arrow chillingly piercing through his heart.

His Slaughter Value increased by another point, but no plus sign had appeared behind Novice Archer yet.

Since the plus sign had not appeared, it seemed he needed to keep killing.

To grow stronger, to survive in this unfamiliar world, Sheng Huai'an could only say sorry.

No need to thank him!

He nocked another arrow and drew the bow. One shot ended a Xiongnu soldier's life.

Of his five arrows, he had already used four.

Sheng Huai'an did not pause. He continued to nock and draw, his posture growing increasingly practiced.

An arrow flew out and struck a Xiongnu soldier squarely between the brows.

Not one of the five arrows had missed.

"Kid, were you really just a conscript they grabbed?" the Old Soldier beside him asked, looking at Sheng Huai'an in disbelief.

He looked like a fair, clean-cut scholar, yet on the battlefield he had killed five enemies with five arrows. That counted as hitting the mark every time.

He had killed five enemy soldiers without his expression changing in the slightest. Was this really a newly seized conscript?

Even new recruits did not perform this well, did they?

It was not only the Old Soldier. Several soldiers nearby also looked at Sheng Huai'an in surprise.

With a broken bow, he had killed five enemies. They truly looked at him in a new light.

Do not underestimate those five enemies. That counted as Military Merit.

It was just a pity that they were defending the city, so they could not collect heads and the Military Merit could not be counted.

After all, other archers would still miss when facing so many Xiongnu soldiers below the walls. It was impossible for them to hit every shot like Sheng Huai'an.

No one knew whether it was sheer luck or whether he truly possessed extraordinary archery talent.

Not to mention that Sheng Huai'an was a conscript who had just been seized. The other conscripts were shivering in terror at the sight of the army attacking the city.

"Could that be fake?" Sheng Huai'an looked at the Old Soldier speechlessly.

"Fine, go down and rest. Soon it'll be close-quarters fighting. With those skinny arms and legs of yours, don't get hurt," the Old Soldier said, eyeing Sheng Huai'an.

"No. I want to keep killing enemies and defend my home and country," Sheng Huai'an declared with righteous conviction.

The Old Soldier looked at Sheng Huai'an. Was that something a newly seized conscript could say!?

Since when did fresh conscripts possess such ideological awareness?

The other soldiers looked at Sheng Huai'an as well, their faces full of astonishment. And he expected them to believe this was a conscript?

Which conscript did not want to flee down from the city walls and hide?

"Uncle, get me some more arrows. I feel like I'm terrifyingly strong right now," Sheng Huai'an said confidently.