The soldiers stared at the shattered target and fell silent once more. (Twenty thousand words of astonishment omitted.)
A thousand meters. That was a thousand meters away!!
At that distance, anyone with poor eyesight could not even see the bull's-eye, yet General Jian had hit it. Who would have believed it without seeing it for themselves?!
General Jian truly was Great Xia's mightiest general!!
On a battlefield, with two armies facing off, she could snuff out the enemy commander in one second and declare victory in five.
Jian Ruonan stood up, blew across the muzzle with effortless flair, then calmly tucked the AWM into her pouch.
Having witnessed the AWM's power, the soldiers were no longer quite so astonished to see General Jian stuff a pitch-black object roughly a meter long into a palm-sized pink pouch.
"Captain Xue, your turn." Jian Ruonan looked at Xue Jing with a bright smile.
Xue Jing's face was three shades yellower than a jaundice patient's.
He was certain to lose this contest.
"Bring me the four-hundred-jin bow!" Xue Jing ordered.
His subordinate said, "Sir, even a four-hundred-jin bow can't shoot that far."
Never mind four hundred jin-even a nine-hundred-and-sixty-jin bow could not beat General Jian.
"Enough nonsense. If I tell you to fetch it, fetch it."
Giving his all despite knowing he could not win was a way of showing respect for his opponent.
Xue Jing switched to a four-hundred-jin bow and drew the string with all his strength. The arrow tore through the air, finally landing about three hundred meters away.
Being able to shoot an arrow three hundred meters made Xue Jing a talent picked from a hundred men.
But three hundred meters still left him seven hundred meters short of the target.
Jian Ruonan won this contest by an overwhelming margin.