Bows and arrows are not unfamiliar to people in later generations. They can be found in film and television works as well as martial arts novels.

Before the emergence of firearms such as guns and cannons, bows and arrows have always been the most convenient and effective long-range attack weapons.

Later on, many types of bows appeared.

Ox horn bow, iron frame bow, thunder bow, Scottish compound bow... there are really many types.

However, these various bows and arrows, which have left their names in the long river of history because of their respective advantages, have little to do with Han Cheng and the current Qingque tribe.

Because Han Cheng could not make any of these bows. This was not only due to the existing harsh conditions, but also limited by Han Cheng's limited knowledge of bow making.

All he could do now was to enlarge the simplest bow that he used to play with in his childhood several times.

The straight branch that Han Cheng had chosen has now become bare.

After comparing his height with that of the eldest senior brother, Han Cheng made a mark at a distance about 20 centimeters lower than that of the eldest senior brother, and then asked Bo to carefully cut it off from here.

Then, grooves were carved on both ends of the branch with a stone knife. These were used to hang the bowstrings.

After the groove was carved, Han Cheng asked his senior brother standing next to him to put the branch against the ground and press it down hard.

The branch was pressed into a crescent shape by the eldest brother, and Han Cheng took this opportunity to tie the rope that had been brought earlier to the two ends of the bent stick.

After tying it tightly, the eldest brother was asked to let go, and the rope, which was originally a little loose, was immediately tightened.

The bow was too big for Han Cheng. He picked it up and pulled it, but could only move it a little.

The bow is heavy and not very elastic.

The crowd watching from the side could not help but look at each other in surprise when they saw that the bow and arrow was so different from what they had imagined.

Is this what Houyi used to shoot down the sun?

Even the second brother who is the one who throws things the farthest and most accurately can't throw this thing too far, right?

"Son of God, this..."

Someone couldn't help but ask the doubts in his heart, and Han Cheng smiled and said that it had not been done yet.

While asking Tietou to bring some chicken feathers, he picked up a few straight branches as thick as his little finger that he had just cut from the branch, put them into the fire, burned one end, and then sharpened it as sharp as possible on a stone.

At this time Tietou also came over with some pheasant feathers.

Han Cheng took them, aligned them, placed them on a piece of wood, and cut them with great effort using a stone knife.

Then pick up the two pieces, align them, and tie them to the end of the arrow shaft with a thin rope. In this way, a simple feather arrow is ready.

Han Cheng wanted to ask his senior brother or other adults to draw the bow and shoot the arrow, but they had never touched it before and didn't know how to use it, so the responsibility of shooting the first arrow fell on Han Cheng, the Son of God.

This bow was not much shorter than Han Cheng. He held the bow with his right hand and lifted it with great effort. With the other hand, he held the feather arrow. He placed the groove carved on the top of the back of the feather arrow on the bowstring and pulled with all his might.

There was no one in front of him, and everyone left a large open space for the Son of God to take action.

Everyone in the Qingque tribe focused their attention on the Son of God, who looked very uncoordinated holding a large bow.

Even though the bow and arrow made by the Son of God was far from what they had imagined, they did not dare to underestimate the bow and arrow in the hands of the Son of God because of the story of Houyi shooting down the sun that they had just heard last night.

Some timid people suddenly became afraid.

They were worried that after the Son of God shot this arrow, the sun in the sky would set.

There is only one sun in the sky. What will we do if it is shot down by the Son of God?

Thinking of the days without the sun and eternal darkness, they couldn't help but feel fear, and even wanted to speak out to stop the Son of God from shooting the arrow.

"stretch!"

There was a sound of bowstring, and the arrow on the bow flew out.

Everyone's eyes widened, and some of the timid ones raised their heads to look up at the sky, fearing that the sun, whose face had turned pale with fear, would set.

Xing looked for a while and saw that the sun was still hanging in the sky, with no sign of falling. He breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time he couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

After putting her worries aside, she noticed that the surroundings were surprisingly quiet. She thought that the arrow shot by the Son of God had caused some earth-shattering noise, so she quickly stretched her head to take a look. After seeing the situation clearly, she was stunned!

Like everyone else, he was strangely quiet.

Following her gaze, the feather arrow was lying quietly about five or six meters in front of the Son of God.

Shen Zi didn't know if it was because he was too tired from exerting too much effort, or because the weather was too cold, or for some other reason, but his face and neck looked a little red.

Han Cheng put down the bow, looked at the people who were collectively petrified, then looked at the disappointing feather arrow, sniffed, and cursed inwardly: "Damn it."

He looked a little embarrassed.

The power of the bow and arrow was completely beyond the expectations of the people of the Green Bird Tribe. Not only could it not shoot down the sun, it was even far less powerful than throwing it with hands...

Han Cheng called over his senior brother, who was still stunned and had not yet recovered from the huge power of the bow and arrow, and asked him to pick up the feather arrow from a few meters away and then learn to draw the bow and shoot the arrow like he had just done.

After Han Cheng's demonstration, which was considered a shameful demonstration in the history of archery, the eldest brother and others also knew how to use the bow and arrow.

With Han Cheng providing technical guidance, the eldest brother's bow shot seemed very smooth this time.

At Han Cheng's signal, he pulled the bowstring with force, then loosened his hand holding the arrow. With a "whoosh" sound, the arrow was gone when he looked again.

Xing habitually looked towards the place four or five meters in front of the eldest senior brother, but this time there was nothing there.

"There!"

Someone shouted in surprise.

Xing hurriedly followed the gazes of the crowd and saw in the distance, someone holding the feather arrow, raising it high towards the crowd.

The distance is about thirty meters. At this distance, it is still very far from shooting down the sun, but it also has certain uses.

At least many people in the tribe cannot throw that far.

Han Cheng had a tree stump erected thirty meters away, and had the adults in the tribe take turns shooting at the stump with feather arrows, wanting to see if there were any who had a talent for archery.

The eldest brother's three arrows all missed, and the second brother's was even worse, as he didn't even shoot the arrow into the rabbit circle.

Shang's three arrows also did not hit the wooden stake.

This made Han Cheng sigh secretly, and then he smiled, thinking that his idea was too good. It was really hard to find a natural archer. There were only so many people in his tribe now, and the possibility of having such a talent by chance was too small...

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