At that moment, Dante also ran back from the mountain. Looking at the huge pile of firewood, he was also shocked. It was almost as much as the amount of firewood they had stockpiled when they went to train to chop wood.
"Enough, enough!"
Now, I'd like to ask everyone to follow me and move all this firewood to the platform at the foot of the mountain.
Dante said a few words and then got to work with the others. The weight of the firewood was nothing to either the Mira or Asedar warriors; each of them carried a full bundle of firewood and headed towards the mountaintop.
As dusk approached and the sun had already set, following Tang Yi's instructions, no one turned on flashlights or other lighting tools. Instead, they quietly carried bundles of firewood to the designated platform.
The transport mission continued, but Tang Yi's side began to get busy. In the dim light, five simple catapults with long arms could be seen standing in place.
These were simple catapults that Tang Yi and Dante had pieced together in one afternoon using the most basic triangular structure.
The counterweight system of the throwing cart consists of ten stones weighing over 100 kilograms each, with a net woven from vines at one end, which can be used to throw heavy objects.
According to the design of this ballistic launcher, it can throw objects weighing over 100 kilograms to a distance of over 50 meters.
A bundle of our firewood may weigh less than 100 jin (50 kg), so we should be able to throw five or six bundles of stacked firewood at a time.
Due to time constraints, the five launchers were made very roughly. Except for the launcher's power-accelerating movable bridge, which was more precise, the rest were made as quickly as possible.
We didn't even have time to peel the bark off the trees we used to make the long arms. The charging process was also less labor-intensive than the winch-equipped launcher; it required several people to use ropes to pull down the launcher's net end and insert it into the firing bridge before loading and launching could begin.
I directed everyone to pull down the long arm and position it at the bridge, then neatly stacked the firewood we had brought on top of the net.
After stacking the firewood layer by layer, I asked Su Su to use a tinderbox to light the middle section of the firewood.
At this moment, Dante already held the trigger stick in his hand, waiting for the command. As long as he struck the bridge, the firewood lit in the net would be launched instantly.
I watched as the flames began to emit a steady orange-red glow within the central firewood, and after a while, the flames had leaped up to the top layer of firewood.
Just then, I gave an order,
"put!"
"Bang bang bang..."
A sound of wooden sticks striking the bridge echoed through the night sky, followed by several rapid whooshing sounds as the lit firewood rained down on Haru's camp like a shower of flowers.
The Haru, who were the first to see the burning woodpile, were somewhat bewildered. They didn't know how these huge woodpile stacks had flown up and been set on fire.
But the next second, Haru's camp was filled with wails of agony.
Chief Haru had not expected the other side to act so quickly, and what surprised it even more was that a large bundle of burning firewood would fall from the sky and crash into its camp.
Chief Haru had considered that the enemy could have a hundred ways to attack its territory, but it never expected that a fire attack could actually come from the sky.
This completely disrupted his plans. Chief Haru was still thinking of feeding all his subordinates well and letting them rest for a while.
By tomorrow, when it's dawn, the modified Haru will have reached a massive size of over three meters. At that time, as long as the nine Haru lead the charge and draw the enemy's fire, our side can use its numerical advantage to overwhelm the enemy.
But man proposes, God disposes. The people of the two tribes were not stupid and would not give them any chance to continue developing.
The more serious problem now is that there is no suitable water source on the mountain. They drink water from a small mountain spring that gushes out in a low-lying area.
However, the spring water that gushed out was only about the size of a finger, which was barely enough to supply drinking water normally.
After all, people can take turns drinking water, so it's only a matter of time before Haru gets to drink.
But things are different now; the catapults are hurling large amounts of burning firewood up the mountaintop. Their small amount of water is like trying to scoop water from a water dispenser into a disposable cup to put out a fire.
This perfectly illustrates the saying "a drop in the ocean."
Haru had no choice but to find some fresh branches to start a fire, but the firewood was all bundled together, and you had to untie the piles of firewood first if you wanted to put out the fire.
But in the current situation, there was no time for Haru to slowly untangle the firewood stack. The five catapults were like five hens that could drop five eggs into the sky at once.
Large quantities of burning firewood were continuously launched into Haru's camp, and it was to no avail even as they tried to push the burning firewood down the mountain.
Now that the fire has been lit, Tang Yi's tactics have naturally changed.
Before launching those stacks of firewood, they would cut the vines binding them in half, so that the firewood would scatter immediately upon landing from a great height, making it impossible for Haru to push it away.
As the mountaintop was engulfed in flames, many Haru people retreated from the summit and began running downhill.
Even if Chief Haru shouted himself hoarse, Haru wouldn't hear what he was saying. Fire attacks are the kind of attack that can make the battlefield situation the most chaotic.
Haru's army was already dizzy and disoriented from the smoke and fire in this sea of fire. They didn't care whether you were a leader or a grandson. Escaping was the most important thing now.
Just then, dozens of tactical flashlight beams shone from the darkness. Not only the warriors of the Mira tribe, but even the Asedar warriors now picked up the crossbows of the fallen Mira tribesmen.
At this moment, the crossbows and other weapons are plentiful after two days of preparation. As long as Haru dares to show his face, he will be met with a barrage of arrows.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..."
A series of whooshing sounds broke the silence of the night. At this moment, these crossbow bolts flying at lightning speed were like death warrants, or like the Grim Reaper whispering beside Haru.
With the help of the battle flashlight, the Mira tribesmen and Asedar warriors in the darkness could easily lock onto Haru who were escaping from the sea of fire.
No matter which direction they flee from, the dozens of crossbow-wielding warriors who have already surrounded the mountaintop twice will become their nightmare.
In desperation, Chief Haru disregarded everything else and immediately ordered dozens more Haru to inhale the spores of the Protozoa.
Now, Chief Haru can only play with fire, rather than have his entire clan wiped out here. He can only place his last hope on the god they have always worshipped.
After the Haru leader had the dozens of Haru inhale the Protosporum spores, the Haru leader immediately ate a mushroom and entered a meditative state.
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