Since coming to this world, the first goal Wu Lai set for himself was to make himself stronger. Of course, if he didn't do this, then he would have had in vain the advanced knowledge that was a thousand years ahead of this world.

Black powder is one of the pieces of knowledge that Wu Lai possesses. Although in the world of Wu Lai's previous memory, this early explosive had long been replaced by smokeless gunpowder, trinitrotoluene and other explosives, it is also something that Wu Lai must learn and master in his career as a soldier - surviving and killing the enemy under conditions of running out of ammunition and food will always be the ultimate subject for a soldier.

Woolley has always had a firm grasp of it. He would not underestimate black powder, which has been reduced to the propellant of fireworks, firecrackers, model rockets and antique muzzle-loading guns, because if used properly, its power is still considerable, and it is easy to manufacture.

Moreover, the formula of black powder that Wu Lai mastered was not as powerful as the black powder used in fireworks and firecrackers. All the raw materials needed in the formula had been gathered and processed in Salt Marsh Town many days ago. The processors were naturally the craftsmen that Siban Oak had found and trained for Wu Lai.

All Wu Lai needed to do was to stir and mix the processed raw materials according to the recipe, then add in an auxiliary material that only he knew, and then fill it into the pre-made cartridges in the ordnance workshop.

The Hunter is actually produced for the purpose of shooting this kind of bullet barrel. Although its main weapon is also the arrow, because the bullet barrel needs to be installed on its arrow shaft, its shooting power is greater than that of the crossbow, and the range is naturally longer.

Wu Lai was lazy in designing the cartridge - it was completely modeled after the structure of a defensive grenade. There was not much powder in the cartridge, and the thickness of the bullet wall was moderate. When it exploded, it broke into a large number of fragments, which were enough to cover and kill a flat area with a diameter of forty steps.

However, Wu Lai only had five bullet canisters, and the Fox and Wolf Bandits' camp was large and their members were scattered. Although most of them were within the range, it was undoubtedly a pipe dream to resolve the battle with only five bullet canisters.

Therefore, Wu Lai’s idea was to kill as many as possible, just as a test of firepower.

After bandaging, Wu Lai installed the last two parts of the Hunter, moved it to the shooting position just selected, and then opened the ammunition box - although there is no such term in this world, it is really an ammunition box, because it contains the five bullet barrels and the special arrows for firing the bullets.

This special arrow is actually a hollow copper tube of uniform thickness, but it has three narrow stabilizing wings at the tail to make the flight of the arrow tube more stable.

Malone watched curiously as Wu Lai put the cartridge on the special arrow, and then watched him carefully insert the arrow into the hunter's firing slot.

"Master, what is this?" Ma Long asked curiously, pointing at the arrow merchant's bullet tube.

"You'll know in a moment." Wu Lai smiled and said, "It's what I call the 'power of thunder'."

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After drinking Rashad away, Osius did not rush back to the tent. Although he had slept with the female corpse many times, it did not mean that he was willing to do so when he was awake.

After taking the wine glass handed over by a subordinate, Osus drank slowly while waiting for his subordinates to carry the female corpse out of his tent. From time to time, he glanced at the top of the stone peak, where there was a low and gloomy green.

For some reason, Osius suddenly felt that he seemed to have wronged Rashad. Although it was not very clear yet, he did think so.

He shook his head quickly, as if to get rid of the idea, because this obviously went against his belief that he was always right.

I must be too tired. After thinking this, Osius tilted his head back, poured all the wine in the cup into his throat, threw the cup to the ground, and turned to walk towards his tent.

Just after taking two steps, Osius suddenly heard a sharp sound, as piercing as a whistling arrow. No, it should be called a soul-stirring sound...

Osus subconsciously turned his head and looked down quickly, and saw a spot of light that kept getting bigger and bigger. It was like a feather arrow, a feather arrow with dazzling sparks and murderous aura.

In an instant, everyone in the camp who was still awake involuntarily headed in the direction of it...

What is this thing? As soon as Osius thought of it, the flying object had already plunged into a piece of grass on the right side of a large tent twenty steps in front of him. There were sixty or seventy of his men, some of them were repairing their weapons, some were chatting, and some were just lying there doing nothing.

There was a loud bang, and a gray-black "smoke flower" quickly bloomed. Even faster than the "flower" were hundreds of gray-black dots, which were naturally the tiny pieces of armor that were shattered by the explosion of the shell skin...

After a series of humming sounds of flying armor pieces, Osius witnessed a horrifying scene - his sixty or seventy men, whether they were lying, sitting, squatting, or lying prone, screamed out in shock almost at the same time, and bloodstains on everyone's body continued to expand...

Screams and howls immediately spread throughout the entire camp of the Fox and Wolf bandits. Osus, unable to believe his eyes, staggered back subconsciously.

What on earth is this? Osius grabbed his collar and pulled it hard, because he suddenly felt a tightness in his chest and difficulty breathing.

"Saw" - when the life-threatening sound rang out again, Osus subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound, only to see another light spot flying towards him rapidly.

The moment the light spot landed on the ground, Osus finally saw clearly that it was a strange arrow with a very long shaft. Its conical head was stuck in a dead tree lying on the ground seven or eight steps in front of him. Sparks and smoke were still coming out of the arrow.

Osus just took a step back, and then, "bang" - another gray-black smoke bloomed, and then, "whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh"...

Osus felt a sudden blur in front of his eyes, and then his body shook and he fell backwards. He felt severe pain in his head, face, chest, abdomen, and limbs. It felt like he was stabbed by more than ten sharp blades at the same time. Falling down with him were more than 30 bandits nearby who were also stunned like him before.

After struggling to get up, Osus pulled open his clothes with all his strength and saw two fingertip-sized gashes on his chest and lower abdomen. From the gashes that were as big as a baby's mouth, bright red blood was gushing out. At the same time, his hands and limbs, which were trembling unconsciously, were also bleeding. What made him feel strange was that he clearly felt cold all over, but his stomach was warm, as if his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and intestines had all been soaked in a basin of hot water.

“Save me…”

“It hurts so much…”

"I can't see anymore..."

"Boss, boss..."

"Brother, where are you..."

Shouts and screams continued to be heard around him, but Osus seemed to hear nothing. He suddenly felt that everything around him became quiet and slow, and his eyelids seemed to be getting heavier and heavier...

Before he completely lost consciousness, Osus saw another strange arrow, but this time, it fell closer to him and he could touch it with just a stretch of his hand.

What on earth are you... Osius' eyelids suddenly stopped moving, and then, "bang", a cloud of gray-black smoke completely separated him from this world...

On the top of the stone peak, Wu Lai sighed and shook his head. Although the three arrows shot had significant effects, they also scared away the bandits. Some of them fled madly, while others looked for cover everywhere. There was no way Wu Lai could satisfy himself by killing a large number of people.

"They are lucky." Wu Lai muttered and started to dismantle the Hunter. When he turned his head, he saw Malone holding his head and looking at him in amazement.

"What's wrong?" Wu Lai asked curiously, but his hands did not stop.

"Young, Young Master, this... is too, too scary..." Ma Long actually stuttered. As a gladiator, he had naturally seen too many bloody scenes, but the bloody killing in the arena could not be compared with what was happening before his eyes. An arrow was shot out with a bang, and there was an explosion with a "bang", and then a large group of people fell down. The scene was as shocking as it could be.

"Is it scary?" Wu Lai asked back. He didn't think it was scary at all. Although the power of the quiver was considerable in this world, it was still far from the power of the grenade in Wu Lai's previous memory. At least the momentum was much weaker and the lethality was also much lower.

"It's scary, scary." Malone hesitated and put down his hand, pointing timidly at the bullet tubes and arrows in the ammunition box, "It's simply the wrath of the god Amon."

Yes, in Malone's mind, the arrow that Wu Lai had just shot was as terrifying as the thunder of the god Amon.

"The Wrath of Amun? Oh, that's a good name. I like it. From now on." Wu Lai pointed to the cartridge with a smile, "I will call it 'The Wrath of Amun'."

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Sareth, who was ambushed outside the canyon exit, certainly didn't see how the "wrath of Amon" was unleashed. After all, he was too far away, and when the explosion sounded to his ears, it had become almost insignificant. However, he was still shocked very soon - because not long after the sound, the gate at the canyon entrance suddenly opened, and many bandits poured out...

"Shoot!" Sares raised his sword and gave the order hastily. Their current ambush position was not very far from the canyon entrance. If it were not for the fact that this was the only place in the surrounding area with continuous undulating stone beams that could serve as cover, he would really be unwilling to ambush at such a close distance. Because although the canyon was narrow, the location of the main gate at the canyon entrance was still spacious. In addition, the soldier caves on both sides deliberately dug by Osus were enough to accommodate nearly two hundred bandits. In other words, as long as the enemy rushed up and charged collectively, the advantage in numbers alone could break the ambush of thirty archers.

Fifteen feather arrows flew off the bowstrings and instantly penetrated into the group of bandits. The archers who had finished the first round of shooting immediately stepped back and put their arrows on. At the same time, another wave of fifteen feather arrows were shot out quickly, fiercely "biting" the group of bandits that emerged - this was the wheel archery formation commonly used by Assyria, which could kill the enemy with continuous shooting while suppressing the enemy.

It was naturally correct to use a wheel archery formation in such a situation, but as Sareth worried, the distance was too close and the archers could not shoot calmly - because they were not in an arrow tower, so they had concerns and even subconsciously prepared to evacuate while shooting.

What's going on? Sarres frowned as he watched the enemy closely, because it was normal that there wouldn't be so many bandits coming out, but from what he saw, it was clear that the Fox Wolf Bandits were coming out in full force.

Before he could finish his thought, Sales was stunned for a moment, because he found that the bandits were fleeing in panic. They were in such a panic that their clothes and armor were in disarray. Many of them ran out without even taking their weapons, and some even had bloodstains on their bodies.

It was too weird - Sares was a little confused, because the bandits who emerged from the canyon actually fled straight to the left, and even ignored their companions who were shot down by the archers. Looking at this situation, it was as if there were a large group of man-eating beasts chasing them in the valley.

"Shoot! Shoot at crowded places!" Sarres quickly came to his senses. If he didn't take advantage of such a big opportunity, wouldn't he get hurt? The archers, who were somewhat uneasy at first, also noticed that something was wrong with the bandits. They were all very excited. They took the arrows, put the arrows on the bows, pre-pull the arrows, draw the bows, and shoot in one go, which was smoother than the best state during training.

Every time a round of arrows was shot, several bandits would fall. After three or four rounds, the archers stopped and looked at Sarres - because except for the bandits who were dead or injured and fell to the ground at the entrance of the canyon, the rest had escaped completely...

Sareth was stunned for a moment, raised his sword and pointed it in the direction where the bandits were fleeing: "Chase!"

Chase? The archers were all stunned, thinking that this is in a mountainous area. Without horses, we are just foot archers. There has never been a case of foot archers chasing the enemy before.

"What are you still standing there for? Chase them!" Sares swung his sword and took the lead in chasing after them. He didn't care if there were any examples of foot archers chasing after them. The more than 100 bandits who had escaped were obviously scared out of their wits, otherwise they wouldn't be running for their lives screaming like that. Chasing after them and shooting at their backs and butts would be a good opportunity. Killing one would mean one less trouble, wouldn't it be better? Sares took the lead in chasing after them, and the 30 archers had no choice but to abandon the idea of ​​foot archers and horse archers, and chased after them with a whimper...

In the afternoon, when Sales, sweating and exhausted but with excitement in his eyes, led thirty archers and escorted twenty-six wounded bandit prisoners back to the mouth of the canyon, Wu Lai was lying on the grass not far from the mouth of the valley with his arms under his head, leisurely "puffing smoke".

Ma Long stood beside him, on guard. Not far away, the other six guards were busy piling up the bodies of the bandits. Next to the pile of bodies was a pile of money, belongings and weapons.

"Come and take a break." Wu Lai smiled and waved at Sarres who was walking over. "There are still many corpses in the valley. I'll have everyone clean up later."

"Lord Wu Lai, I heard that the Fox Wolf Bandit Group has a lot of money." Sares sat down next to Wu Lai and said with a smile, "It seems that your men can get generous rewards again."

"Well, on the way back, go to the Fox and Wolf Bandits' horse farm and take all the horses back. They all belong to Salt Marsh Town now." Wu Lai laughed and said. The horses of the Fox and Wolf Bandits were specially raised in the grassland at the foot of the mountain. On the surface, it looked like a civilian horse farm, but in fact, anyone with a discerning eye knew who these horses belonged to. But now it was really as Wu Lai said, they belonged to Salt Marsh Town.

"Salt Marsh Town? Why isn't it yours, Lord Wu Lai? Normally, no one would say anything if you took all the spoils." Sales couldn't help but ask. There were many good horses in the stable of the Fox and Wolf Bandits, and that was a lot of money.

"The 'example' of Assyria may not be the 'example' of my Wulailindo." Wulai smiled and replied. He was too lazy to explain too much to Sales. Besides, this guy might not understand what public ownership and distribution according to needs were.

"By the way, I have a question. What exactly happened in the valley? What made these guys so panicked?" Sales asked again.

"The wrath of God Amon is the wrath of God Amon." Malone on the side couldn't help but interrupt, because until now, he still hasn't completely recovered his calm, because the scene was too shocking.

"The wrath of the god Amon?" Sareth was confused again.

"Okay, Malone is right, it's the wrath of the god Amon." Wu Lai took a deep puff of the cigarette butt that was about to burn his fingers, then put it out with his backhand, and spoke while puffing out wisps of smoke.

Sareth quickly took out a handkerchief to drive away the smoke, frowning and saying, "Lord Wulai, this smell is too pungent. I really can't understand how you can stand it, and you actually swallowed it."

"Knight Sares, you look so delicate, are you a woman? If so, I will kill you tonight." Wu Lai punched Sares happily. Sares was handsome and had strong fighting skills, which was quite to his liking. However, this Knight of the Silver Medal would occasionally show his sissy side, such as waving a handkerchief to drive away the smoke.

"Of course I'm not a woman, but..." Sales was halfway through his sentence when he realized something and quickly stopped talking. He turned his face to the side and stopped talking.

Wu Lai was stunned, thinking that it was impossible...