Mu Yangling's face darkened. "Father, no leader would be stupid enough to expose himself to the range of arrows."
"The general has a
"Father." Mu Yangling interrupted him and said seriously, "Even if you use yourself as bait, the other party will definitely not stand within 600 meters. Even if I pull the bow to its greatest extent, the range will only be about 400 meters. In the end, you'll die in vain."
Mu Shi's face darkened slightly. He also knew this logic, but he couldn't help but think that if they could shoot to death the other party's leader, the siege might be resolved.
Wu Jin blinked and asked, "Does that mean that the heavier the bow, the longer the range?"
Mu Yangling nodded. "But ordinary bows weigh only 2.5 piculs each. The four-picul one in General's hand is already very rare."
