At this moment, Jiang Shaohua was practicing archery at the Martial Arts Training Ground.
Warhorses were precious, and only thirty percent of the soldiers in the Nanyang Army Camp had them, with infantry being predominant. The soldiers were accustomed to using weapons like knives and spears. Everyone had a bow and arrow, but the skill levels varied widely.
Yu Chong noticed that the Commandery Princess was particularly attentive to the soldiers' training and didn't dare take it easy these days, wandering around the Martial Arts Training Ground every day, urging the soldiers to practice. His throat was nearly hoarse from shouting.
Jiang Shaohua had gained the respect of the military generals in the army with her martial prowess, with remarkable results. Recently, she began to challenge the renowned experts in the army to sparring matches.
When one person loses, it might be flattery; but two, three, eight, ten? Each one was utterly defeated—could they all have been holding back?
