"Oh, I was quite tough just now, but I didn't expect to fall into the trap and hide in this small house!" Shanzuo Sugitani walked into the house with a lit iron cannon. After finding that there was no one on the first floor, he laughed freely and said, "Do you think I can do nothing to you if I hide upstairs? Do you think you can block me by just aiming at the stairs?"

Charlie frowned when he heard this because he was holding an iron cannon and aiming at the direction of the stairs - is there any problem? How can he go upstairs without passing through the stairs?

Immediately afterwards, the floor not far from his right suddenly shook, and after pausing, it shook violently again. This time, a small hole was poked out on the floor, and an iron fork drilled out from underneath.

This is probably an iron fork left by Hunter's first floor. Unexpectedly, the floor on the second floor was so poorly repaired that it was directly damaged.

"Aren't you coming out yet?" Sugitani Shinjuba sneered, and continued to use a fork to destroy the floor on the second floor unscrupulously, poking the hole bigger and bigger. Charlie understood that Sugitani Shinjuba was holding an iron cannon at this moment, facing the direction of the hole. Once Charlie tried to shoot him, he would shoot immediately.

Logically speaking, if you directly attack the gun, both sides will have the same chance of winning. However, Charlie has to admit that the iron gunner downstairs has a higher mastery of the iron gun than him, and he really has no confidence in the gun at close range. And he can't afford to lose because he bears the lives of Yu Qiuping and many people.

"I'd like to have a bow and arrow." Charlie sighed silently in his heart.

However, he really wanted to do whatever he wanted. Just as he looked at the big hole that Sugitani Junjufang poked, a worn-out bow suddenly appeared in his light. It was pressed under several rotten animal skins and had accumulated a layer of dust.

Charlie slightly changed his body posture, reached the bow and an arrow next to it, and tried not to make any noise, so as not to be discovered by Sugitani Shinjutsukoshi. The bow was already in a dilapidated state, and even the bowstring had not been maintained for a long time. It seemed that it would be broken if it was pulled hard.

"How can I shoot well with such a bow?"

A longbow of his beloved suddenly surged in Charlie's mind.

·

That was a few months ago, and everyone was preparing for the upcoming Shangluo, and Charlie was no exception. After the day of training, he stayed alone as usual, using that complex set of tools to maintain his longbow and bowstring.

"Foreign guys, are you going to watch the performance together? Today there is a gust master coming to perform!" Mimaezaki Nakashui and a few friends who have been familiar with him for almost ten years came to him and sent him a warm invitation. In the past, Charlie would never participate in such a group activity, but instead practiced arrows alone. Mimaezaki Nakashui and others knew Charlie's habits and would not come to him. However, this time, a famous gust master in Kinki was going to Mino to perform, and Mimaezaki Nakashui was planning to try his luck.

"I really want to go, but I still need to take care of my bow and arrow." Charlie still used Western rejection grammar. At first, Mimaezaki Nakashui and the others thought Charlie really wanted to go, but there was something else. Later, I found out that it was just Charlie being polite - he was not interested in such things at all.

"Okay." Mimaezaki Nakahide scratched his head with regret, turned around and gestured with the other people, muttering, "I have never seen a foreigner guy drink alcohol. Don't they say that the Southern Barbarians have a good alcohol tolerance."

Mimaezaki Nakashui and others slowly left the training ground while chatting. After caring for the bow and arrow, Charlie meticulously bent his bow and arrow, and aimed the red-hearted target in the distance with a very standard posture from beginning to end. After every training, Charlie would train alone with the target passed down by his father for a long time.

"Thompson, why don't you always get together with everyone?" Yu Qiuping took Uchiha Aoka and several guards just back from the Military Intelligence Department. After seeing the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but make suggestions again.

"I only have archery in my heart. Archery requires practice, and I don't have time to squander before I surpass my father." Charlie replies respectfully and turned to his target again.

The posture of pulling the bow is standard. The most important index finger is placed. The wind speed is three on the upper right. Close the left eye and open the right eye, tilt the head, hold your breath and concentrate, and maintain the bow and arrow to the best state. The pulling force of the bow string is three and a half, pulling half an inch behind the chest.

Perfect.

"Swoosh!"

After shooting an arrow, Charlie quickly walked to the target, but still failed to hit the center. He sighed helplessly, pulled out the arrow, and walked back.

Obviously my posture and my movements are perfect, the parabola and the estimate of wind speed are also the best, and the bow and arrow have been maintained to the best level, why are they still not reaching the height of my father?

When Charlie came back, Yu Qiupi had already left with his guards. However, to his surprise, Uchiha Aoka was still staying there waiting for him.

"Sir Uchiha, is there anything wrong?" Charlie asked very politely.

"Master Charlie, you may be suffering from the fact that you cannot improve your archery skills. I have a suggestion." Uchiha Aoka was slightly moved after speaking. After getting Charlie's nod and allowed, he spoke silently: "I have been bothered by my inability to improve my strength for a long time. But many years ago, Your Highness once said something to me, and after I understood, I suddenly realized it."

"Your Highness said: 'Women are weak, but they are strong as mothers.'" Uchiha Aogaon paused and whispered: "A person is not born strong, but when he has bonds and people or things he wants to protect, he will become extremely powerful."

"I have heard the words of your highness from another person." Charlie sighed, without stopping his movements, and once again bent his bow and arrow meticulously.

"Who is it?"

"My father."

·

"Oh, God, why am I thinking about these things now?" When Charlie came to his senses, Sugitani Shinjuba had already poked more than a dozen holes in the floor, almost piercing half of the floor. Charlie could only hide in one corner, which was the blind spots of those holes.

"You can't sit and wait for death." Charlie picked up the lit iron cannon and weighed silently in his heart. "It's my only chance to find a hole to face him with the gun, or rush to the stairs to face him with the gun."

Just as Charlie took a few deep breaths and was about to rush forward, his gaze was attracted by the worn-out bow and arrow as if he was disobedient. No matter what, he could not look away. What his father said back then echoed in his ears over and over again.

·

"Thompson, because there is no emotion in your arrows." Old Charlie smiled, "This is not something that can be achieved by training alone. If you want to become a qualified longbowman, you must pour your feelings into every arrow shot."

·

Charlie took a deep breath again and tried to calm his feelings. During this period, Sugitani Shinjutsubo poked holes one after another. When he poked Charlie, there was no blind spot in his vision anymore. Sugitani Shinjutsubo's ridicule and provocation never stopped for a moment.

"There is only one chance, I have to shoot." Charlie repeated brainwashingly in his heart, "If I lose, your highness and the others will be finished. The Yuqiu family is now attacked from all sides. If something happens to your highness, the young master is still young, and the Yuqiu family will definitely be in chaos. If the enemy takes the opportunity to attack, I don't know how many people will die."

He kept muttering in his heart to cheer himself up. He understood that the lives of countless people in the Yuqiu family may depend on its performance. Images of those people continued to emerge in his mind.

Like his father, he is a bad person, selflessly helping people he has never known, always taking care of himself, Yu Qiuping, the first to accept himself in Japan. He saw the shadow of his father more than once in him. He is the same kindness, righteousness, stupidity, and even more heart-wrenching and willing to give everything for him.

Always sensible and well-behaved. He once gave him a beautiful bow and arrow picked up from the battlefield with a smile. Just like his deceased cousin, they did the same thing. When they gave the arrows to themselves, they smiled as miserably and brilliantly.

He always speaks seriously on weekdays, but he sincerely praises his archery skills. He looks so much like his brother, that old-fashioned gentleman, who is always serious, but after seeing his achievements, he will be happy from the bottom of his heart.

There is also Fukushima Yasunaga, Omaezaki Nakahide, Yoshikazu Katsumasa, Ogawa Yuto, and countless brothers who have shared life and death for decades.

Although Charlie always seems to be a cold and outgoing person, his ten years of bondage has quietly left a deep mark in his heart.

This is a beautiful and cruel world.

I have lost everything, lost my parents, lost my brothers and sisters, lost my future, and lost my hometown. I did not cherish the time I spent with my family, nor did I have the opportunity to come back again. I ended up having nothing, drifting overseas, but gained so many beautiful memories and stories again. Fortunately, I still have the opportunity to save these memories and stories, and I still have the opportunity to cherish these bonds. Thank God.

You must never lose.

For so many comrades, for His Highness, and for this bond, I must not lose!

My father's words echoed in my mind again.

·

"Thompson, because there is no emotion in your arrows." Old Charlie smiled, "This is not something that can be achieved by training alone. If you want to become a qualified longbowman, you must pour your feelings into every arrow shot."

·

That's what Charlie said that day.

"I don't understand what you said." Charlie shook his head indifferently.

·

And my father answered this way.

"Okay, but these are not a hurry. When you understand, you will hit the Red Heart."

·

Father, now I understand.

·

Charlie's eyes were fierce and he threw the lit iron cannon in his hand towards the entrance of the stairs. Then he leaned over and leaped over and picked up the worn-out bow and arrow on the ground.

The arrow was too dull. If you wanted to shoot Shanzuo Sugitani with one arrow, the only chance was to hit his Adam's apple - that was a place without bone protection.

Sugitani Shinzuoba heard the sound of the iron cannon falling to the ground, and looked at the entrance of the stairs with great vigilance, and found a lit iron cannon rolling down the stairs with gurgling.

The next moment, a blond boy with blue eyes, head down and feet upwards, jumping down from a big hole he had just opened in the ceiling. In his hand, he bent his bow and arrow, and the arrow pointed directly at Sugitani Junzuo.

·

Junzuo Sugitani turned around quickly and pointed the iron cannon at Charlie's direction. Charlie looked at the black muzzle without any panic.

The bow is not standard, the index finger is not placed well, the wind speed has not been measured, the aiming is closed wrongly, the eyes are closed, and the bow and arrow have not been maintained at all, it is a mess, the pulling force of the bow string has never been measured, and I don’t know how much it should be pulled. This is simply a garbage move that an archer will not do, but it happens to Charlie, a meticulous elite archer.

However, that's it, Charlie felt a sense of unreasonable peace of mind and self-confidence. It was a feeling he had never experienced when practicing against the target. He felt that his arrow would definitely be able to hit, and he firmly believed that his arrow would definitely be able to hit.

Because only if I shoot, I can save Your Highness, and so many people with deep bonds with me, I must shoot.

In this arrow, I poured into all the bonds of the past ten years, the regrets of not being able to cherish my family in the past ten years, and my past, my future, my name, my emotions, everything I have.

Father, I'm optimistic.

I will only hit this arrow, and it will not be empty!

"Swoosh."
Chapter completed!