Riding and slashing the stars of empire civilization

Among the many ethnic groups in this world, there are still many who are good at archery.

In other words, in this chaotic era, archery and some similar long-range weapon skills have become an indispensable survival ability.

Attila, who was born as a grassland people, was of course good at archery, and it was the most difficult art of riding and archery to master among the archery arts.

So, before getting the colorful sword promised by Milin, Attila first got a short bow as his new weapon.

Since it is mounted archery, naturally you cannot use an overly large longbow.

"Can it be pulled open?" Milin asked, holding a short bow that was the same shape as Attila's but just larger in size.

"It's okay... it's very suitable." Attila gently pulled the bow string and said in a slightly incredible tone.

"Well, after all, Gray Feng customized it according to your current body mass. Try it." Milin said without any surprise at Attila's surprise.

"Okay" After trying out the short bow in his hand, Attila picked up a bucket of short arrows from the weapon rack next to him and hung it on his belt. He skillfully got on his horse and started to circle around the school grounds.

This area is about the size of a football field. There are several straw men inserted in the middle of the school field that originally belonged to the town health center as targets. There is an apple placed on the head of each target as a bullseye.

Attila, who was riding a horse with a short bow, strolled around the school grounds, then clamped his legs hard on the horse's belly.

At the same time that the pained war horse began to run faster, Attila, who leaned forward until he was almost pressed against the horse's back, quickly pulled out three arrows from the quiver hanging on his back, and then fired these arrows at an even faster speed. Three arrows were shot at the target in the field.

When all three arrows were shot out, the horse that had just sped up could only run less than half a circle.

After completing this step, Attila did not stop, but turned over, changing his posture from lying down to lying on his back.

Another three arrows were pulled out of the quiver, but this time the three arrows were placed on the bowstring at the same time and shot out together.

After completing these actions, Attila sat upright on the horse again and pulled the reins. After receiving the order, the horse slowed down and stopped just beside Milin.

"Papa papa" Attila's figure was like an equestrian performance, which made Milin applaud.

A few seconds later, Alori and Gray Wind, who were also in the audience, also raised their hands and applauded together.

However, compared with Milin's applause with a smile, the other two people, whose expressions were bland, looked much more perfunctory.

"Ahem" Noticing that Attila's expression became embarrassed, Milin, who knew exactly what was going on, made a little warning sound.

"The riding skills are really good!" Alori immediately corrected his attitude after Milin's prompting.

This sentence is what Alori really thinks. There are no cavalry in the real sense in Skyrim. Those who fight on horseback can only be considered infantry on horseback. As a dragon wearing a Nord's shell, what riding skills are there? is not in Alori's skill list.

Alori can ride a horse, but it is a bit difficult for her to hold a bow and shoot arrows like Attila while riding a horse.

"For ordinary people, these combined movements require long-term practice." Gray Feng also spoke, but he still had a paralyzed expression on his face.

"Did I...didn't do well?" Attila asked nervously.

"Well, you did a good job. The accuracy of mounted archery is like this." Milin said while moving his eyes to the straw man standing in the middle.

The three straw men standing in the shape of a cross only had two arrows on their bodies, and they were all inserted into their torsos. The apples on their heads were still there safely.

The only shortcoming is that the hit rate is too low... This shortcoming seems to be the most fatal.

Realizing that she had not done well, Attila lowered her head and did not know how to defend herself. The war horse she was riding also lowered her head, as if she wanted to find fodder on the sandy ground of the school ground.

"It's nothing," Milin continued with a smile.

Even with future roller skating bows, it will take time to practice if you want to hit the target accurately.

Not to mention that the short bow in Attila's hand did not add any other more convenient equipment except that the weight was made according to her physical fitness.

Using this kind of short bow, it is very difficult to just draw the bow on a bumpy horseback, let alone hit the target.

Otherwise, mounted archery would not become one of the most advanced skills among all archery skills.

In fact, most mounted shooting relies on wandering and scattering, a blind cat-meets-dead rat style of play, which does not require very high accuracy.

"Did you try to aim just now?" Milin asked after comforting Attila.

"Well, I aimed hard." Attila whispered.

"It is indeed very difficult to shoot accurately with a bow and arrow on horseback." After finishing this sentence, Milin paused for a moment and continued:

"You can try the non-aim method again."

"Not aiming?" Attila looked at Milin with some confusion.

"Do you know why you haven't made any progress in training in the past few days?" Milin suddenly changed the subject and asked about another thing.

"...I disappoint you, my lord." Attila said.

"No need to apologize, this is just a question, not a lecture." Milin said while still maintaining a smile.

"I... don't know, but I tried really hard." Looking at Attila's nervous look, it seemed like he was about to cry in the next second.

"But do you really believe it?" Milin continued to ask.

"Of course, I believe...I..." Attila, who was about to unswervingly express his absolute belief, found that he could not say this sentence.

"You still have doubts about this power." Milin said.

It was probably the first time they saw Milin showing such an appearance. Both Alori and Gray Feng looked at Milin with strange eyes.

Fortunately, they knew that this was Milin's teaching time, and even the rough Alori didn't complain.

"Am I... doubtful?" Attila closed her eyes and recalled the training Milin had given her in the past few days.

Either they are shopping together, or they are throwing sandbags... one is responsible for throwing, and the other is responsible for getting hit.

Other than that, it's just the odd stretch and muscle massage.

Seriously speaking, except for the almost miraculous move that Milin showed when he went shopping for the first time, the teaching these days seems very irregular.

However, that one move gradually crowded out other memories and gradually became the only thing Attila remembered.

Seeing the glimmer of light in Attila's eyes when he reopened his eyes, Milin nodded with satisfaction and said:

"You just don't believe that you can really grasp this power, that you really have this power."

"Yes, sir, you are right, I am wondering..." Attila admitted.

"But whether you have doubts or not, it is there, everywhere, everywhere. If you believe in it, it will naturally respond to your trust." Milin paused for about ten seconds after saying this, and then closed With a smile on his face, he said in a rarely used solemn tone:

"Remember, the Force will be with you forever."

"Whoosh"

"Whoosh"

"Whoosh"

The three apples were penetrated by three arrows at the same position. The almost perfect impact position allowed the three apples to be supported together by the arrows on their bodies, and they were placed on top of the straw man's target like some kind of souvenir.

And when Attila did this scene, he didn't show any forward or backward movements like he just did. He just rode a horse, accelerated, drew the bow, and let go.

She didn't even aim, because her eyes were shrouded in black cloth the whole time.