18: Chapter 18 A Hundred Steps, A Perfect Shot

In the following days, Gao Feng's life became regular and fulfilling.

During the day, besides instructing the training of the warrior squad, he spent most of his time at the archery range, practicing archery frantically.

At night, he would return to his room to sit in meditation and Cultivate the "Tiger Venerable Art," stabilizing his Qi and blood as well as his Realm, never once slacking off.

The daily routine of the stockade was also running in an orderly manner under the management of Luo Qin, Old Qiu, and Thin Monkey.

Land reclamation, logging, and construction—everything was flourishing.

When Gao Feng led the hunting squad out again, his archery had undergone a complete transformation.

This time, their luck was not very good; they only found a cunning lone tiger. After chasing it for half a day, it actually seized an opportunity to climb up a steep cliff to escape. Everyone was helpless and could only watch as it climbed higher and higher.

Just when everyone thought they would return empty-handed, Gao Feng calmly stopped one hundred paces away.

He slowly drew his bow like a full moon, his eyes slightly narrowed. After instantly calculating the wind speed and the tiger's movement trajectory, he decisively released the bowstring!

"Hum—!"

The arrow left the string, carving a perfect arc in the air that was almost impossible for the naked eye to capture.

The next second, the tiger climbing on the cliff suddenly stiffened, followed by a short, mournful cry; its massive body, like a kite with a broken string, fell heavily from the cliff dozens of meters high.

A single arrow had pierced precisely through its eye socket, penetrating its entire brain!

This divine skill of "Piercing the Willow from One Hundred Paces" completely shocked everyone present!

The way they looked at Gao Feng was no longer simple admiration, but filled with fanatical worship, which also added a touch of legendary, miraculous color to his image as "Stockade Master" in their hearts.

With each successful hunt, the warrior squad of Panshi Stockade became increasingly tacit in their cooperation through the tempering of blood and fire, and their combat effectiveness steadily improved.

Tiger meat and tiger skins gradually piled up in the stockade.

The entire Panshi Stockade entered a flourishing, virtuous stage of development where both troop training and management proceeded in parallel.

Time quietly slipped away for half a month amidst busy and fulfilling construction and training.

Compared to half a month ago, the current Panshi Stockade had undergone earth-shaking changes, changing with each passing day.

In agriculture, with the blessing of the excellent seeds provided by Gao Feng and cultivated from the spirit spring space, the first batch of reclaimed terraced fields had already sprouted a delightful patch of green seedlings, growing vigorously, promising a future of bountiful harvests.

In construction, the weather-beaten beacon tower had been renovated, and the damaged walls were reinforced with newly felled giant timber and mountain stones.

Around the beacon tower, rows of neat wooden houses had been built, planned into living areas, training areas, and breeding areas.

In terms of handicrafts, the Old Blacksmith discovered among the refugees had experienced a second spring with sufficient iron and food supplies; not only did he forge more standard weapons, but he also improved many farm tools, greatly increasing production efficiency.

The women, led by Luo Qin, tanned the tiger and deer skins obtained from hunting, cleaned them thoroughly, and then used bone needles and linen thread to sew them into thick leather garments and winter boots, preparing for the coming cold winter.

The entire Panshi Stockade, with over seventy people, had everyone performing their respective duties, and their mental outlook was brand new.

Their faces no longer held the numbness and despair of their exile days; in their place were longing for the future and a sense of belonging to this home.

This day, Uncle Sun, who had returned from gathering herbs, finally found Gao Feng after hesitating for a long time.

He said with a pleading face, "Stockade Master, this old man has an ungracious request. My grandson, Cow, has been weak since childhood, and his Foundation was injured while fleeing years ago. He needs a medicinal herb called 'fire yang grass' as the main ingredient to be completely cured."

"However... this fire yang grass prefers extreme yang and only grows on that sunny cliff where tiger activity is most dense. That place is likely the lair of the Tiger King..."

After hearing this, Gao Feng helped Uncle Sun up and said solemnly, "Rest assured, Uncle Sun. Cow is also a member of my Panshi Stockade. I have noted his illness. When the time is ripe, I will personally retrieve the fire yang grass for you."

Hearing this, Uncle Sun was endlessly grateful, "Thank you, Stockade Master! Thank you, Stockade Master!"

A few more days passed, and the stockade's meat reserves ran low.

Gao Feng once again led the hunting squad, which had become quite well-coordinated, out. This time, their target was two adult tigers traveling together.

When they tracked them all the way to the only pass leading from the valley to the outside world, they faintly heard the intense sound of metal clashing and the shrill screams of humans.

"There's a situation!"

Gao Feng immediately made a signal to hide. The entire hunting squad instantly scattered like ghosts, silently sneaking into a dense forest on high ground to look down.

The scene before them shocked everyone.

They saw that at the pass, a fairly large caravan was being frantically besieged by seven or eight sturdy tigers!

More than a dozen carts loaded with goods were surrounded in a simple circular formation, and more than thirty guards holding swords were resisting desperately.

But clearly, they were no match for these overlords of the mountains and forests.

Under the endless pouncing and biting of the tiger pack, these guards had suffered heavy casualties. Several carts had been overturned, the defensive formation was crumbling, and there was a danger of total annihilation at any moment.

Some guards' faces already showed expressions of despair.

Gao Feng did not immediately order an attack.

Like an experienced hunter, he calmly observed the entire battlefield.

He discovered that although these seven or eight tigers were exceptionally fierce, the Tiger King, which could be called a monster, was not among them.

This should just be a large-scale hunting operation by the tiger pack.

He quickly assessed the strength of both sides in his mind.

"This battle is winnable!"

"Moreover, rescuing this caravan would be providing help in a time of need, and the value it could bring far outweighs the risks!"

A clear judgment formed in his mind.

In this isolated valley, they desperately needed a channel to understand the outside world and conduct material exchange with it.

The caravan before them was undoubtedly the best opportunity delivered to their doorstep.

He immediately made a decision.

He made an attack signal to the hunting squad behind him.

The next second, the fangs of Panshi Stockade were revealed once again!

"Fire arrows!"

Gao Feng gave the order!

He and Luo Qin and others launched the attack first!

More than a dozen sharp iron-core arrows, carrying a screech that tore through the air, poured down from the heights like a sudden rain of death!

The tiger pack, busy besieging the caravan, had no idea that enemies would suddenly appear from the side and rear.

The arrows shot from the heights, carrying enormous kinetic energy, caught them off guard. Immediately, two tigers were precisely shot in vital points like the neck and abdomen; with a mournful cry, their massive bodies fell heavily to the ground and died!

Another one was shot in the hind leg, its movement becoming sluggish.

This sudden blow greatly relieved the pressure on the caravan's crumbling defensive line.