"Don't run, rabbit, I'll shoot you!"
Ten archers, their enthusiasm running high, kept shooting their arrows non-stop.
Honestly, shooting rabbits was far more interesting than shooting straw men and greatly stirred the human bloodlust.
"Practice well, and on the day of the competition, the more rabbits you shoot and kill, the more reward money you can get. Understand?" Dong Xianrong cajoled.
"Understood!"
The ten archers were extremely excited.
They were the ten best archers out of three hundred and, what's more, they had live rabbits to practice on—their conditions were exceptionally good.
In contrast, Huang Dashun and his cohort, whose archery was less impressive, had no live rabbits for practice.
All things considered, the advantage was ours!
"Rest assured, Master Dong, we will surely win!" the ten archers said, brimming with confidence.
Hearing this, Dong Xianrong chuckled coldly in his heart, for he had never placed his hopes on these ten archers.
