A thousand taels of gold?
When An Tingyu said this, the participating soldiers were excited.
"A thousand taels of gold. Even though the bull's eye keeps moving and it's definitely hard to hit, it's our salary for many years." One of the soldiers counted on his fingers.
On the other side, the soldier who was not good at math said: "We won't get this much in our lifetime salary... maybe!"
"No matter whether it exists or not, it's a considerable amount of money. It seems that I can finally get married."
"That's right, that's right, I can even buy my own house..."
The contestants were talking to each other one by one. As for those who were not qualified to participate, although they felt it was a pity, they also wanted to see who would win the money.
"A thousand taels of gold? Isn't the reward too high?" Mo Youcan looked at the soldiers and then at An Tingyu.
An Tingyu raised her lips and raised her eyebrows slightly, "Why? Are you afraid that your soldiers will be shot and that I will go bankrupt? Don't worry! They don't have the ability to do that yet."
Mo Youcan sighed.
Don't worry at all, okay?
Also, what did she mean by 'they don't have the ability yet'? Wasn't she underestimating his soldiers?
"Then... let's get started!"
An Tingyu waved her hand gracefully, and General Ming on the other side immediately issued an order. However, after five consecutive attempts, although each soldier shot at the target, none of them hit the center of the bull's eye.
Seeing this, Mo Youcan became a little uneasy. If this continued, wouldn't his soldiers really become waste in An Tingyu's eyes?
An Tingyu glanced at him calmly and teased him playfully, "What? Are you starting to worry? Weren't you quite confident just now?"
"Who... who said that I am worried? I was just thinking that even if they can't hit the bull's eye, you might not hit it either, right? And don't worry! One of them will definitely hit it." Mo Youcan said stubbornly.
In fact, when An Tingyu proposed such a competition, he knew that An Tingyu could definitely do it, otherwise she would not have said so. But people are fighting for their dignity, and even though they know that they may have lost, they cannot let the "enemy" be arrogant.
An Tingyu looked at him strangely, and only when Mo Youcan turned his face away guiltily did she say lightly, "Idiot!"
She, An Tingyu, never fights without a chance of winning. Since this was her suggestion, how could she not do it? Of course, with Mo Youcan's intelligence, he must know that she can do it, but he just refuses to admit it.
Mo Youcan stared at the arena, pretending not to hear An Tingyu's words, but after one soldier after another came on the stage, he lost all hope.
"What a bunch of trash, not even one of them can win." Mo Youcan glared at them fiercely.
These idiots brought shame upon him.
He had vowed to An Tingyu before that someone would definitely be able to do it, but in the end, out of 18 people, not one of them did it. It was really embarrassing.
An Tingyu chuckled, "So you also know that they are 'waste'?"
“…”
Mo Youcan was speechless for a while. He was just angry and called them trash. It turned out that these words seemed to be what An Tingyu had said before.
An Tingyu's words finally made one of the soldiers on the field unable to hold back. "Miss An, you're really trying to make things difficult for us, aren't you? This target is moving around so much, it's hard to hit the bull's eye. Even on the battlefield right now, who dares to say they can hit whatever they point at? As long as they can hit it, it doesn't matter if it's the bull's eye or not. As long as they can injure the enemy, they win. Isn't that the way it is?"
He admitted that they did not hit the target, but that did not mean he could deny their ability. The word "useless" negated all their efforts.
An Tingyu looked at the soldier who was speaking. She didn't say anything, but slowly walked into the competition venue and called out softly, "General Ming!"
"Miss An, what do you want?" General Ming came out.
"Draw nine bullseyes on the target and write one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, and nine on them. If you say one, I'll hit one. If you say three, I won't hit four. Go ahead!"
Everyone widened their eyes at An Tingyu's words, as if they couldn't believe what they heard.
General Ming was stunned for a moment, then came to his senses and looked at Mo Youcan. Seeing him nod, he hurried to deal with it.
After a while, the flag in front was waved, indicating that they were ready.
An Tingyu glanced at the target in front of her and raised her head proudly, but just when everyone thought she had started, she stepped back.
"Miss An, you are not starting to get scared, are you?" the soldier just said.
Although the soldiers on the side didn't say anything, they all laughed.
There is a moving target a hundred steps away, and you have to hit the center of the bull's eye. This is already a very difficult task. Now An Tingyu even said that nine areas should be drawn and you can hit wherever you say. Is this a joke?
These battle-hardened soldiers couldn't do it, so how could a little woman like her do it? So An Tingyu must have regretted saying such arrogant words, and it was normal for her to retreat in fear.
"Afraid?" An Tingyu smiled coldly. "In my dictionary, An Tingyu, there is no word like 'afraid'. I just think the Hundred Steps is too easy, so I want to increase the difficulty, such as..."
A wicked smile played at the corner of her lips. "One hundred and fifty paces of moving target shooting."
"What? One hundred and fifty steps? And they're moving targets, and there's even a restricted area?"
"What kind of concept is that? Is she kidding?"
An Tingyu's words stunned everyone, whether they were participating or not, and felt like they had heard a ridiculous joke.
"General Ming, let's start!" An Tingyu simply ignored the comments of others.
As she spoke, she took out something the size of a flute from her bosom, and that thing suddenly turned into a bow and arrow, which looked like a magic trick to everyone.
"General Ming?" After seeing no response for a long time, An Tingyu had to remind him again.
General Ming came back to his senses from his surprise and started quickly.
"Five!" General Ming uttered a word.
As soon as the words fell, a small sharp arrow was shot out, and then a small red flag was waving in front, indicating that it had hit the bull's eye.
"Wow--"
“Hit!”
There was a commotion among the crowd.
General Ming turned around and glanced at An Tingyu, with admiration in his eyes, and then uttered another word, "Second!"
stop--
Arrows were shot again and red flags were waved again.
"six!"
"Nine!"
"three!"
…
The numbers were counted again and again, the red flags were flying again and again, and everyone went from being shocked and disbelieving at the beginning to admiration and worship in the end. They were completely convinced.
"one!"
stop--
This time, before the situation was reported from the front, the generals had already shouted, "Good!"
Everyone seemed to know that this arrow would definitely hit the bull's eye.
Sure enough, just as they finished shouting, the red flag in front was waved, officially telling everyone that the arrow still hit the target.
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