"So, did he really shoot the enemy in the back?"
Arthur scratched his shaggy head and asked with an odd expression. Everyone else had already finished arranging everything, yet he was still hung up on a topic from ages ago.
Oliver shrugged and gave an innocent smile. "Don't look at me. Isn't shooting people from behind common sense for an archer?"
This counted as a cultural difference. Bows had appeared very early on and were originally tools humans invented for hunting. Naturally, approaching prey from behind was common sense.
Guns were different. Early firearms had no rifling, so you had to get very close to have even the slightest chance of hitting anything. That was why line infantry tactics involved lining up and shooting each other. Hunting with an old-fashioned musket was even more out of the question.
So, in the minds of europeans and americans, gunfights required facing the enemy head-on. Shooting someone in the back often carried a sense of cowardice.
Just look at movies. Even when heroes had guns and the villains had their backs turned, they still had to shout first and wait for the bad guys to turn around before firing.
That was heroic behavior in accordance with moral standards.
Of course, such things born from chivalric ideals were useless on Su Ming. He believed in practical principles: it did not matter whether a cat was black or white, as long as it caught mice, it was a good cat.
Su Ming patted Arthur on the shoulder. "It doesn't matter whether he fired from the front, because he's already dead. Everything about the dead blows away with the wind. In a few days, you probably won't even remember this."
Oliver pressed his lips together to hide a laugh. Wasn't that another way of calling Arthur