Left hand holding the bow, right hand hooking the string, both feet naturally apart.
Hu Xiaodong took in the scene in the field completely; he knew he had to do something, or else Wang Qiang would be doomed.
Suppressing his inner anxiety, Hu Xiaodong took a deep breath, then extended his arm and raised the bow and arrow in his hand.
By visual estimation, the distance between him and the Corpse Dog was about 30 meters. If the other party were a stationary target, then Hu Xiaodong still had enough confidence to take it down with one shot. But now...
Considering the swaying rice ears, the blinding sunlight, and the possibility of the Corpse Dog launching an attack at any time, he knew he wasn't one hundred percent sure of hitting the target with an arrow to the head.
So...
His head naturally turned, eyes level with the target, Hu Xiaodong's shoulders slowly lowered, and when the arrow and the forearm pulling the string formed a straight line, his aiming was complete.
