Insufficient balance

  The young master of the Yellow Sand City, Abdul Matini's worries were completely unnecessary, as the bows and arrows made by Martin for Zhao Fubo and others had actually become products of another generation.

  The name of this take-down bow was called "Rambo Bow" by Martin, and I believe those who have seen Rambo: First Blood Part II know what kind of bow it is.

  The short rod on the bow handle and the square frame at the back are copied from the combination of the box-shaped sight and front sight of a rifle. Although the sighting baseline is shorter, it is much easier than those who rely solely on their eyesight to aim.

  Although aiming devices are somewhat redundant for everyone, including Martin himself. Although he can't open a strong bow due to his legs, his archery skills are surprisingly top-notch.

  Martin's answer was simple for this question.

  "One skilled archer can defeat ten thousand mediocre archers who rely on sights. So, no matter what bow, it's not a match for our bows!"

  He actually made a laminated, recurved composite bow, which is a bit of a mouthful, so it's simply called the Rambo bow.

  The limbs of the bow are made from North African tea bamboo for the inner and outer limb lamination, while the middle section is made from elm wood commonly found in the Arabian Peninsula. The three materials are bonded together with glue to form a short limb. The short limbs also facilitate standardization and material conservation, allowing for mass production.

  The use of the pulley system can achieve a labor-saving effect, as well as relatively fast arrow speed, a flatter trajectory and a longer range. Especially after the bow is fully drawn, it does not require too much strength to hold, which is more conducive to aiming.

  As for the reason of the split body, the bow has a lifespan, and on the battlefield, this relatively simple bow arm can be replaced by a new one at any time when needed. Even different bow arms can be carried and used in different situations.

  For example, when riding and shooting, a horse bow is used. When defending a city, the arm of the Wang Bow (city defense bow) can be changed. This is like the MG-42 general-purpose machine gun, which can be converted into a light machine gun or heavy machine gun by using bipod or tripod mounts.

  The universal type of crossbow, at this time, is undoubtedly an extremely advanced and revolutionary concept. For Abd al-Matin, who was accustomed to using tendon and horn to manufacture reflex composite bows (the Chinese bow belongs to the same category), looking at such a strange-looking bow, how can it not arouse curiosity?

  "Let go!"

  Finally, regarding this word, Zhao Fubo made a sound in two languages. The long arrow also flew with his voice and flew towards the distant target.

  Almost instantly, the old archer Abd al-Matin had discovered the virtues of this bow. With its faster arrow speed and flatter trajectory than the ordinary angle bow, it was more suitable for mounted archery.

  "Martin, what kind of bow is this after all? Can I try it?"

  Abdul-Matin, who was delighted to see the hunt, did not care whether Martin was a slave or not; someone like him would naturally be eager to try out good weapons.

  It had long been known from Shu Yu'er that Abdul Matin's true identity and intentions were carefully observed by Martin in front of the Arab youth.

  Like Zhao Fubo, he has black hair. Unlike Zhao Fubo, his hair is coarse and hard straight hair. The messy short hair behind the temples just supports it, making his head look like a male lion's head.

  "Judging from his appearance, he seems like a straightforward person, so what kind of conspiracy could he have for coming to see Fubo?"

  The recent attack has left Martin with lingering fears. When encountering outsiders, he always considers whether there might be any ill intentions. As for playing the bow, the door is closed until he understands their true intentions.

  "Ah, Young Master, please have some tea. I think you must have come here for something important, can you tell me what it is?"

  Looking at the inquiring gaze of his counterpart, and then looking at Zhao Fubo who continued to practice and learn foreign languages following Xiao John's instructions, Abdul Matin had no choice but to explain his purpose.

  "Of course, of course... Mmm, your tea is really good!"

  Put down the teacup and take a greedy look at those unplayed bows before starting to talk about his true intention.

  "It's actually nothing important, just that the martial arts tournament is about to start in Huangsha City, and this young master has already turned fifteen, so he naturally has the qualifications to participate. I'm just worried if he understands the martial arts..."

  When Abdul Matin said these words, Martin carefully observed the other's face, as if he were a truant student or someone being interrogated in the American TV series "Lie to Me".

  No matter whether it's from his own experience as a teacher, or the tactics he learned from TV, or even psychological analysis, Martin only truly puts his mind at ease when he says what he really means.

  Especially since the other party's intention to make friends with Zhao Fubo is simply forthcoming. This makes him even more at ease and wanting to facilitate this matter.

  In the dark, Huangsha City is controlled by the Zhao family, but the nominal controller will also provide some convenience at times.

  "Ah, you're really a considerate person who thinks of others. I'd like to thank you on behalf of our young master. Also, I have a proposal - how about we have a friendly match? Of course, it depends on whether you have the time!"

  Abdul Matin did not expect that after confessing his intention, he would receive such good treatment.

  But he had just felt the old Martin's scrutiny of himself, although it made him slightly uncomfortable, and was able to see the ability of this "little master" in front of him, which made his last bit of happiness disappear.

  "Of course, if this young master..."

  It wasn't until then that he was surprised to find himself too focused on those new weapons, and hadn't even figured out the name of the young master here. If his father found out about this, he would definitely say that he was "useless".

  "Fu Bo... Zhao Fu Bo..."

  When Martin told Abdul Matini the name of Zhao Fubo, he had already hoped that in the future days, this young city master could become Zhao Fubo's new friend.

  "Alright, if this young master Fu Bo is willing to have a match, then I think time won't be a problem!"

  It's a delightful thing for Abdul Matin that he has at least fulfilled his father's command and probably also fulfilled his sister's entrustment.

  Look at this friend in front of you now, maybe he can become a good husband in the future. No matter what, at least he must have a good character first.

  Following Martin's advice, the first match was between Abdul Matin and Mukh, the second between Zhao Fubo and Abdul Jumaal, and the last two winners competed in the final.

  "Hey, is this gun of yours broken or something? If not, switch to another one, I'm waiting for you!"

  Abdul Matin held an iron spear in his hand that would make anyone who saw it worried. He was a bit puzzled, how could the long spear in the opponent's hand look soft against the iron spear in his own hand?

  His hard spear on horseback is as long as three meters and five, according to the name of the Song people, this thing is called a horse gun or a spear, which is fundamentally different from the big gun played by Zhao Fubo.

  The spearman mainly relies on strength, and there is often a saying that "one force can defeat ten wills". However, the great spear passed down from Yue Fei emphasizes the use of opposing forces. This is also known as the internal school spear method's emphasis on "yin-yang" and "listening to energy".

  Muke, who had just practiced with the large gun, was now holding Zhao Fubo's white wax rod spear, shaking his head vigorously.

  He calmly replied with just two words in response to the other's provocative language.

  "Come on!"

  Unlike Western cavalry, the Arab cavalry continued to use their long spears in battle. They did not hold a single spear in one hand like Western heavy cavalry, throwing it away after a touch, and then drawing out a long sword from the horse for slashing.

  Abdul Matin used a spear method between East and West.

  Mu Ke's iron spear was pointing straight at Mu Ke, who had never practiced internal fist techniques, let alone internal spear techniques. So when Mu Ke wielded his spear, it completely lacked the nimble feeling of Zhao Fu's movements.

  Although his skill with the spear was far inferior to Zhao Fubo's, his green eyes were fixed tightly on every move of his opponent, showing that he possessed rich combat experience.

  "Alright, you'd better be careful then!"

  Abdul Matin is not the kind of person who needs others to spread such invitations. The iron spear in his hand, as soon as his voice fell, suddenly and without warning, a sturdy long spear came out like a poisonous snake hiding in the grass.

  At the age of eighteen, with a robust physique and long-term training, Abdul Matin's iron spear came at an astonishing speed. Even people with keen hearing could hear the "hiss" sound emitted by the spearhead piercing through the air.

  Mu Ke was startled and wanted to use the "block" technique from Da Gun's gun art to block his opponent's gun. However, as soon as he exerted force with his arm, he habitually used Da Gun like he normally would with his iron spear.

  Earnest

  As a muffled sound came, the immense force transmitted from the opponent's long spear immediately made the white wax rod bend slightly, and the iron gun head flashing with cold light rushed straight to his face.

  "Ah!"

  Mu Ke let out a silent cry of surprise, and had no choice but to arch his back. Just like the "Iron Plate Bridge" stance, as he arched his back, the large spear in his hand exerted great force, barely managing to make the cold light flashing spearhead sweep past him with a whiff of cool air.

  With this lift, the white wax stick bounced back under pressure, immediately making the opponent's iron gun jump up.

  "What's going on...!"

  This was a situation that Abdul Matin had never encountered before, and he was also shocked by it. Even so, the iron spear in his hand hesitated for a moment.

  Mu, with his rich battle experience, seized the opportunity and swung out his large spear. The sharp tip of the spear, hidden by the red tassel, drew a cold and radiant arc.

  Earnest

  Abdul Matin, who was taken aback, easily parried Muk's attack with a single vertical iron spear in his hand.

  Mu Ke was shocked again, thinking back to his first encounter with Zhao Fu Bo, when he had almost been shaken off his feet by a single spear thrust.

  But why does this effortful sweep of mine look so swift yet powerless?