Encountering Each Other by Chance

  The slingshot was almost every modern boy's childhood toy, and Arwod's soul in his past life was also proficient in this destructive toy. Because of his innate love for mechanics, the slingshots he made as a child were the envy of his peers. However, here Arwod did not think that he would resume his old business, making slingshots, a weapon that does not exist in this era, for the soldiers of his family.

  In the 21st century, making a slingshot is an easy thing to do because rubber bands are readily available. However, in the medieval era when even rubber was unknown, Aruo De had to rack his brains and could only use leather strips as the primitive material. The few remaining pieces of leather in his family's warehouse were almost used up, and it wasn't until later that he managed to gather enough materials for twelve slingshots made from dogwood branches.

  "What's this thing for?" Sir Wendel asked curiously in the training grounds of his youngest son.

  At this time, several scarecrows were inserted about a hundred steps away from them. The scarecrows were tilted and inserted in the muddy ground. The scarecrows wore old felt hats on their heads, and some of the straw on the chest and other parts of the scarecrow's body was sparse. This is because this place was originally arranged for peasant soldiers to practice piercing, so it was a bit messy due to frequent insertion with long spears.

  "Ah, I'll demonstrate it myself." Arwold was a bit distracted because he had just seen his family's peasant soldiers practicing with a few long spears, while the ones originally assigned to the spears were not cooperating. On the battlefield, good equipment often meant a higher survival rate, so a group of peasants fought over a few inferior spears until Sir Wendel stopped the chaotic scene, which also made Arwold feel that his family needed a lot of improvement.

  The slingshot made by Arrode has been fully calculated and designed, and some of them are simulated based on the military-type slingshots I have seen in the past. Due to material reasons, it is impossible to be 100% the same, but the lethality is absolutely enough to cause harm to light infantry.

  "Whoosh~~~pa." Arwade put a stone into the half-moon shaped leather pouch of his slingshot, raised his left arm to aim the Y-shaped frame at the scarecrow's head, and pulled back the rubber band with his right hand. With a swift motion, he released the stone, but unfortunately it didn't hit the scarecrow's head, instead flying over the wooden fence and hitting the branches of a large tree, causing several leaves to fall off.

  "Hmm, let me try again." Aruo De's face unconsciously turned red. To be honest, as a tech otaku, his crafting skills far surpassed his combat skills, but today he had indeed made a big blunder - the creator of this weapon had actually missed his shot.

  "It doesn't matter, try again." Although Arwade's stone shot was a misfire, Sir Wendel's eyes lit up. This weapon that relied on elasticity to launch stones had such great power, knocking down leaves from an empty tree 200 steps away. If it hit a person, even if it didn't draw blood, the enemy would still be in pain.

  "Alright." Arwade gritted his teeth and adjusted the position of the slingshot, pulling it back once more to shoot out a pebble. This time he hit the target, and the pebble was embedded in the scarecrow's face. The entire body of the scarecrow shook several times, as if it had been struck by pain, but of course, being stuffed with straw, the scarecrow felt no pain at all - this was just a physical reaction caused by the inertia of the slingshot's launch.

  "Good job." Marcus applauded, as a mercenary he quickly saw the benefits of the slingshot, that is, it was easy to use and the bullets were stones that could be found anywhere.

  Sir Wendel was also pleased with Arrod's invention, which supplemented the long-range attack capability of his family soldiers. Although it didn't have a longer range than bows and arrows, having a unit with long-range attack capabilities would still make an impression when reporting to the Duke. Sir Wendel had always been resentful that his family was not allowed into the Duke's court, but this was unavoidable given their small territory and lack of influential connections among their relatives.

  "I didn't expect the medieval nobles to be so open to new things." Arwade's previous life had occasionally watched European and American knight movies, which often depicted the nobles as a group of vested interests who refused to innovate and were stuck in their ways. The knights seemed to only believe that their horses and spears could pierce any enemy defense, and other innovations didn't enter their minds. But as a noble, Sir Wendel was able to listen to his suggestions and equip his troops with crossbows they had never seen before, which was beyond his expectations.

  Actually, Ahrode only knows the first and not the second. As a privileged aristocracy that has already gained benefits, they naturally hope to forever maintain their own advantages, which is the absolute advantage of heavy cavalry on the battlefield. Any threat to this unique advantage they hold will cause displeasure. However, as lower-level small aristocrats and small landowners, they have always been the most active class in feudal society, and how to improve their family's strength is their primary consideration.

  As Sir Wendel was so good at it, Arrode's mind became active. He thought that his family's soldiers were too few in number, so they couldn't be limited to just one weapon, the long spear. Just then, Arrode saw the English mercenary Markos and a weapon floated into his mind. This weapon was unfamiliar to many people, but the English were among the first to use this simple yet effective anti-cavalry weapon - the medieval hook gun.

  "Hook guns?" Sir Wendel felt that his brain was not enough to keep up with his little son, as new and fresh weapons kept popping out, making him feel somewhat unstable in his heart, so he asked doubtfully.

  "That's right, it's actually just tying the sickle used by farmers to a wooden stick. This thing is simple to use and made from materials that farmers are accustomed to using. The key point is that the production cost is almost zero, and it has a good effect against cavalry." Aruo De excitedly said to his cheap old dad.

  "Hmm, I think it's better to slow down." Sir Wendel looked away, he had fought for a lifetime and never heard of peasant soldiers with dung forks being able to resist cavalry, let alone heavily armored and long-lance-wielding elite knights. Even ordinary light cavalry would often cause the peasants to flee in disarray when they charged into their midst. The only use of peasant soldiers was to make up numbers and do odd jobs, after all, the battlefield belonged to the knightly nobles.

  "I think..." Arvad tried to persuade his cheap old dad, but Sir Wendel had already waved his hand impatiently, so he had to shut up.

  "Hmph, a guy who hasn't even grown his hair yet dares to take on a knight." After Sir Wendel left, Yifu sneered with schadenfreude, which made Arwade's face look very bad. It was only then that he realized this wasn't his army, and even with advanced weapons and war theories, no one would believe the words of this second son who had never been on a battlefield and held no position.

  "Don't listen to me, a transcender with thousands of years of knowledge, and you'll suffer the consequences. Don't blame me." Ah Ruo De was indignant in his heart, muttering to himself. He sulked and ignored Yi Fu and the others, walking away to the riverbank where he picked up stones and started throwing them randomly.

  "Hey, who's throwing things around? Don't you have eyes?" A stone splashed into the clear river, and from the dense weeds on the riverbank, a thin figure emerged. She was wearing a worn-out linen skirt that seemed to be bleached white in many places due to frequent washing, yet it looked very clean. Two slender arms protruded from the long sleeves, stuck at her waist. Above them was a bright red face, with a pair of blue eyes staring fiercely at Arwade, and a small mouth puffed out in an amusing way. A head of golden hair was scattered behind her back.

  "Huh, is someone there?" Ah Ruo De didn't think that throwing a stone in anger would splash water onto someone else. He hurriedly wanted to apologize, but the other person looked at his face and suddenly burst out laughing.

  "So it's Young Master Arwade. Why aren't you at the training grounds helping Lord Jars? What brings you here?" The little girl asked curiously.

  "You, you know me?" Arvind asked dully, he wasn't very familiar with the people in this village, it was clear that the other party knew him well.

  "Oh, I'm Laila, Jodo's daughter. Have you forgotten, Mr. Arud? In May this year, I sent honey to you. Laila can raise bees, you know." Laila hurriedly walked out of the grass bushes by the small river and smiled at Arud.

  "Oh, it's Leila, haha, of course I remember." Ardo knew that in May he shouldn't have crossed over yet, so he didn't actually know Leila, but he didn't dare say he didn't remember, and hurriedly laughed and said.

  "Huh, you're quite strange, young master." Laila tilted her head as she looked at Arwade, her eyes filled with puzzlement.

  "Ah, you, what are you doing here?" Arto felt like he was being seen through by this strange girl and hastily changed the subject to ask.

  "Laila is looking for bees, Laila doesn't have any friends, only the bees are my good friends, it's just that there are fewer and fewer bees now, probably because of the weather getting colder. As she said this, Laila became more energetic, she was happy to have someone to talk about bees with, her eyes even lit up."

  "What's honey for?" Arrod asked curiously, remembering that his family's honey should be stored enough and shouldn't need to be used yet.

  "Oh, can I speak?" Leila looked at Arwed with a cautious gaze, her expression somewhat timid, lowering her head, her hands behind her back, looking pitiful.

  "Tell me, what's going on?" Arto asked curiously.

  "Because my father, Jodo, has been coughing badly lately, I wanted to find some honey to help him. You won't tell Lord Arwod, will you?" Laila said in a low voice, occasionally stealing glances at Arwod's face like a startled little deer.

  "Ah, honey is indeed helpful for coughs, you're really clever to know that. Oh right, you mentioned Jodo, surely it's not the cowardly Jodo?" Arrode praised Laila.

  "My father is not a coward, he's an extremely formidable warrior!" Leila exclaimed loudly with her small face flushed red. Arud had not expected the girl who was like a deer just moments before to suddenly become emotionally agitated and was momentarily at a loss for what to do.