Making you a son-in-law is not about making you conquer the world.

"Tsk tsk... It's actually a Ferghana horse!" Jiang Xiuwen kept praising the warhorse as he touched its blood-red sweat, wishing he could tame one of them immediately.

"Uncle, pick one!" Lin Ping said with a smile, how could he not guess what the other party meant?

"Really?" Jiang Xiuwen's eyes widened, and he was so excited he almost took off.

He's a horse fanatic; he not only loves horses but also knows how to judge them. Although his current mounts aren't of noble lineage, their stamina is definitely not bad. How could he not be tempted by such a fine steed?

Its whole body was lying on the ground, constantly weaving under the horse's hooves, its wide eyes gleaming green.

It felt like a bear trying to pick corn – these were all good horses, and even Jiang Xiuwen couldn't tell which one was the best. He really didn't want to make a choice; he'd rather have them all.

"Uncle, haven't you made your choice yet?" Looking at Jiang Xiuwen's infatuated look, Jiang Yunying felt ashamed of him. She couldn't understand why the men of the Jiang family all acted this way in front of Lin Ping.

If she has a conflict with Lin Ping in the future, her family will definitely help him. Her precious daughter, who was once cherished, has actually been defeated by an outsider.

"It'll be ready soon..." Jiang Xiuwen answered instinctively, still weaving under the horse's hooves. It took him a full quarter of an hour to select a fine horse with the largest hooves, which was almost as big as him.

"It's a pity these Akhal-Teke horses have been castrated and cannot be used for breeding," Lin Ping sighed.

To make warhorses grow stronger, they were castrated, so captured fine horses could not be used for breeding.

This also served a protective function, preventing all armies from having good horses.

“My husband has done very well, and I’m sure my father will approve,” Jiang Yunying said, her meaning clear.

They have already won the first match, and if all goes well, they can help the city lord seize the position of Commandant and reclaim the land of Yancheng tomorrow.

"However, the third round has been changed to five matches, which may be disadvantageous for us." Jiang Yunying expressed her concerns. She knew that Lin Ping had not placed his hopes on the second round, so they had to win the third round.

Originally, a best-of-three series would have been fine, but now it's a best-of-five series, making it difficult for them to find another top player.

"My wife doesn't trust her husband's abilities anymore?" Lin Ping asked, feigning anger.

"You?" Jiang Yunying's eyes widened. She never dreamed that Lin Ping, who valued his life so much, would ask to take the initiative to go on stage. She knew her husband's strength well; apart from kicking her in the groin, he probably didn't have any special moves.

"That's right, it's my husband!" Lin Ping patted his chest and said solemnly.

"Alright... I'll go give the archers a death order: if they lose the match tomorrow, they shouldn't come back..." Jiang Yunying turned her head away, not wanting to talk to Lin Ping.

It wasn't that she didn't trust Lin Ping, but rather that she didn't trust his abilities.

Losing the game is one thing, but if you get beaten up by the enemy and are covered in wounds, wouldn't that be... very embarrassing?

Lin Ping shamelessly grabbed Jiang Yunying's hand and said in a lewd manner, "I have tamed the person with the highest martial arts skills in the world, let alone those scum from Shancheng Prefecture."

This is similar to some card games. Jiang Yunying is the strongest elephant, and Lin Ping is the weakest mouse. Yet, they are able to subdue the elephant. However, if the enemy is a pig or a dog, Lin Ping, the little mouse, may not be of much use.

"My lord, you can't take such a risk. What if you hurt someone vitally? How am I supposed to explain this to my uncle?" Jiang Yunying said shyly, her head bowed.

Jiang Xiuwen gave a clear task: the two of them must have a baby after October. But the old ox hasn't plowed the field yet, so it's impossible for a baby to appear out of thin air.

Jiang Yunying feared that Lin Ping would suffer a fatal injury on the field and lose his ability to plow the land, just like the Ferghana horse that had just been captured.

"Don't worry, my wife, my spear is strong enough! There's absolutely no way anything will happen!" Lin Ping said confidently. He didn't believe the enemy could find his vital points with the naked eye...

"Could we..." Lin Ping pulled Jiang Yunying's hand and walked into the other party's tent, his lewd expression betraying his true thoughts.

"Of course...no!" Jiang Yunying immediately flew into a rage, pointing to the door and forcefully spitting out a single word, "Get out!"

Lin Ping was very satisfied that night, and when he woke up it was already dawn.

The city lord led a group of spectators back to the arena, but his expression was rather grim.

In an attempt to buy time, he had planned to throw the second round, but now the situation was somewhat out of his control. If he lost this round, he would not only fail to buy time, but he would also lose his position as Commandant.

In the second round of archery, when the sun was at its strongest, each side sent out one hundred archers.

The rules of the competition are quite simple: each soldier faces a target with three circles drawn on it, each representing a different ring number. The one with the highest total score among the one hundred soldiers wins.

When the private armies of both sides appeared, there was a stark contrast: the Jiangcheng Prefecture private army was carrying crossbows, while the Shancheng Prefecture private army was carrying longbows.

Although both rely on arrows to kill enemies, bows and crossbows are fundamentally different.

A bow requires drawing the string and aiming at the same time, while a crossbow has the arrow pre-loaded into the slot and fixed in place. When firing, you only need to aim. Generally speaking, the crossbow is more accurate than the bow and has a slightly longer range.

Since crossbows are easier to hit than bows, why don't the private army of the mountain city use crossbows in the competition?

There are reasons for this. The range of a crossbow of the same model is fixed and cannot be varied from person to person, since some strong soldiers have spare strength. Bows are different. As long as you are strong enough, the range can be increased at will. In any case, the longbows of the private army of the mountain city can shoot up to 400 meters, which is enough for the soldiers to use freely.

Lin Ping couldn't help but think of the English longbowmen who had swept across the entire European continent back then, and he had to admire the strength of the private army of the Mountain City Government.

To widen the gap between the two sides, the private army was a hundred paces away from the target. Those with good marksmanship could hit the bullseye, while those with poor marksmanship would probably miss.

Jiang Yunying's beautiful eyes narrowed. She knew very well the strength of these crossbowmen. Let alone hitting the bullseye, she would be grateful if they didn't miss the target.

"Father, rest assured, we will definitely not lose this time!" Lian Gui said confidently to the Lord of the Mountain City, clearly seeking credit.

The city lord nodded without any sign of sadness or joy, knowing the archers' strength and believing that this round shouldn't be too difficult.

"What a mighty longbow! I'm sure we'll suffer a crushing defeat this time." Lin Ping remained seated next to Lian Ping, shaking his head repeatedly.

Lian Ping glared at him, making an extremely unpleasant grinding sound, his gums bleeding with anger. This was Lian Gui's confidant, and if he won the competition easily, he would definitely be superior to him.

"I almost forgot, these archers are your second brother's confidants." Lin Ping pretended to suddenly realize something, but in reality, he was just stirring up trouble, hoping to make the two brothers turn against each other sooner or later.