The hunter training ground is located on the other side of the river behind the castle.
There is a very wide grassland here.
At this moment, there are five figures standing on the side of the grassland, drawing bows and shooting arrows.
The targets are a hundred meters away.
The five people were four men and one woman.
Each of them was served by two people dressed as servants, delivering arrows or tea.
At this time, the young man came to the venue and clapped his hands.
The five people stopped immediately and looked over.
"I would like to introduce you to a new companion, or your future senior."
The young man pointed at Dudian with a smile on his face and said: "His name is Dudian, and he will train with you from today on."
The five people immediately looked at Dudian.
The first impression in their hearts was that of delicate and delicate figure, and the second one was that of quietness.
"Instructor He, he is a newcomer, how can he be our senior?"
One of the fair-skinned youths frowned.
The young man smiled slightly and said: "Dean used to be a scavenger.
He accidentally got the magic mark.
He is already a veritable hunter.
What he lacks is just professional skills.
He will graduate after studying here for one year.
He will naturally be your senior in the future, unless , you can complete your training before he graduates."
The five people were a little surprised, including the fair-skinned young man who spoke earlier, who couldn't help but look at Dudian a few more times.
The young man took Dudian to an empty row rack and said: "This is your position.
Since you have a hunter's physique, today's training volume is to shoot a thousand arrows with a bronze bow.
When will it be completed?
When will it end?
Don’t think about putting it off until tomorrow, or you’ll never get dinner.”
Dudian nodded and expressed his understanding.
Having seen the cruelty outside the wall, the purpose of his training was not just to complete the task, but to improve himself.
No matter how many tasks the young instructor set, he would tire himself out. to the extreme "The distance of each arrow must exceed the line below the target.
You are not required to hit the target with one hundred arrows in the first seven days, but the number of one thousand arrows must not be less."
The young instructor changed his previous easy-going attitude.
Attitude, Leng Su said.
Dudian nodded.
The young instructor had obviously made arrangements, and there were two servants standing in front of the vacant rack.
As the young instructor waved, one of the servants struggled to hand the bow and arrows on the rack to Dudian.
Dudian took it and held it heavily.
It was similar to the bow he used when testing his talent, but it was nothing to him.
He immediately bent the bow and nocked an arrow, aimed at the target, and started shooting.
The young instructor watched for a while and seemed to feel bored, so he said to Dudian: "If you need anything, just talk to these two.
They are the servants responsible for your training."
Dudian nodded slightly and continued to bow and arrow.
The initial training of a hunter is to shoot arrows repeatedly to improve the accuracy of the bow and arrow.
After all, this is the hunter's main attack method.
When hunting with his companions, his companions may die tragically at the claws of monsters due to a misaligned arrow.
Therefore, hunters’ requirements for accuracy are almost abnormal.
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Next to Dudian was a boy of thirteen or fourteen.
While shooting arrows, he couldn't help but look at Dudian curiously, wanting to see how powerful the real hunter who mastered the magic mark was.
Soon, the young man became disappointed.
Dudian's archery skills were even worse than his.
He didn't even hit a target with more than ten arrows at a distance of 100 meters.
They all missed the target, but the distance he shot was quite far.
"It seems that hunters are just physically stronger, nothing special."
The young man thought to himself, and stopped paying attention to Dudian and continued his archery training.
Dudian repeatedly nocked an arrow and shot it again and again.
After each arrow was shot, as dozens of arrows were shot, he gradually felt that he had mastered some shooting feelings, such as the angle of aiming, the approximate distance from the actual position, and the strength of the shot.
Angle changes caused by weak.
In the old days, it was extremely difficult to hit a 100-meter target, but Dudian and these five trainee hunters were not of ordinary people in the old days.
Needless to say, Dudian, these five trainee hunters were able to pull such a The heavy bow is naturally someone who has received the blessing of God.
You know, the heavier the bow, the more powerful it is.
The advantage of greater power is that in addition to being able to shoot farther, the accuracy will be higher.
The closer you shoot, the easier it is to hit.
The fundamental principle lies in the strength.
"Ordinary people's hunting bows will lose strength after shooting fifty meters, and the arrow will slide down and deviate slightly due to the influence of airflow.
However, for a heavy bow like the one in my hand, the distance of eighty meters is like ten meters.
The arrow is still flying at full strength.
In other words, the stronger the tension of the bow, the farther it will shoot.
It seems that I will get a good bow in the future."
When Du Dian felt the feeling of shooting, he also thought of his future plans. swish swish He kept nocking arrows and shooting, with a single and repeated movement.
When the arrows in the basket on his back were finished, the servants beside him would help reload them.
When shooting two hundred arrows, Dudian's target hit rate increased significantly.
Basically, two out of ten arrows could hit the target.
After all, his own physical fitness was high.
Once he became proficient, his target hit rate would increase rapidly.
However, hitting the target is just a simple way to get into the industry.
If you want to go further, the difficulty increases tenfold.
When the boy next to him was resting, he accidentally caught a glimpse of Du Di'an's target and was stunned for a moment.
There were more than thirty arrows stuck on the target, densely packed.
However, in just a moment, he only shot one hundred and sixty arrows.
Even if Dudian is faster than him, the gap is not big.
Calculated in this way, the target hit rate is not low.
Although it cannot be compared with him, there is at least hope of meeting the training requirements of the young instructors.
"Change the target."
Dudian said.
A servant immediately put on a black armor suit and carefully ran over to change a new target.
After changing the target, Dudian continued to draw the bow and shoot.
There was a clang, and the arrow hit the target.
Dudian shot another arrow, and with a bang, he hit the target again.
Dudian continued shooting.
Soon, five of the ten arrows hit the target.
Although three arrows were on the outermost edge of the target and almost missed the target, the result was already considered good.
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Dudian thought of the zombie outside the wall, squinted his eyes, regarded the target as a standing zombie, regarded the red heart as its head, pulled up the bow and arrow and continued shooting.
After shooting four hundred arrows in a row, Dudian felt that his arm was so sore that he had to stop and rest.
He waited until his arm recovered slightly before continuing to shoot.
Soon, it was dusk and the sun was setting.
Dudian had already shot 800 arrows.
After shooting 500 arrows, his hit rate dropped.
The soreness in his arms made it impossible for him to remain stable.
When it came to shooting, it was purely to exercise his arms and the feeling of shooting. .
At this time, the five trainee hunters next to them had completed their respective tasks.
They were panting from exhaustion.
After saying hello to Dudian, they left separately.
Dudian stood in front of the sunset, with sweat dripping from his face, gritting his teeth and kept shooting.
Every time his arms were extremely sore, a voice would emerge from the bottom of his heart, constantly urging him to stop and rest.
At this moment, he would deliberately think of the wall.
The ferocious appearance of the zombies outside, as well as the helpless feeling when being chased, then a blood-boiling power will surge in the bottom of my heart, and I will continue to shoot.
Lazy is born, but persistence is your choice.
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