Luo's roar was like a sharp awl piercing everyone's eardrums and penetrating the hearts of the tribesmen, instantly waking them from their sleep and causing them to sit up.
Thanks to some suggestions that Tang Yi usually gave to the chief, all the weapons were not placed in one place, but were placed in the most accessible places according to the habits of each tribesman.
This allows tribal warriors to quickly arm themselves, saving them the time of going to a fixed location to retrieve equipment.
Don't underestimate this reaction time. In some critical moments, this reaction time is enough for a force to turn the tide and change the course of a major battle.
In an instant, dozens of tactical flashlights mounted on crossbows formed a crisscrossing light screen, dispelling the darkness and revealing the true faces hidden in the shadows.
The next moment, the blood of all the clansmen almost froze, and they all gasped in shock.
At a distance of no more than fifty meters, the massive Haru army, realizing they had been exposed, disregarded everything else and immediately tore off their camouflage, roaring as they charged toward the tribal highlands.
"Repeating crossbows, prepare to fire!"
Seeing that the situation was urgent, the leader gave an order.
Immediately, the crossbows emitted a continuous series of rapids, and sharp bolts whistled through the night sky, tearing through eardrums.
The next second, countless blood blossoms bloomed in the darkness. Haru lay on his back, his body pierced by the immense force of several crossbow bolts. He twitched a few times and then fell still.
However, these casualties were nothing but a drop in the ocean compared to the continuous influx of Haru's army, and were not worth mentioning at all.
More and more Haru, like rampaging giant ants, attacked the tribe's high ground from all directions in overwhelming numbers.
A volley of crossbow bolts couldn't harm those Haruken at all, and they were about to break through to a distance of thirty meters.
At this distance, their arrows already possess considerable lethality; if the arrowheads are coated with potent poison, even a mere graze could be fatal.
The leader originally did not want to use the weapons left behind by Tang Yi so quickly, mainly because Haru's attack was too sudden and too fast.
Those terrifyingly powerful weapons haven't been produced in large quantities yet; currently, only repeating crossbows are fully equipped, with almost everyone having one.
The leaders of these military leaders are reluctant to use these weapons unless absolutely necessary; they are their trump card.
However, the situation is now beyond the leader's control. If things continue like this, and Haru gets closer to the tribe, their casualties will definitely increase rapidly.
The chief gritted his teeth, determined to risk everything for the safety of the tribe.
"Go! Bring out all the ballistae!"
While directing the battle, the leader sent people to retrieve the completed crossbows.
We are now more than 30 meters away, which is within the throwing range of the steel ball grenade. Now is the time for it to come in handy.
For ease of combat, the chief specifically instructed the women of the tribe to make belts from animal hides that could be used to attach hand grenades.
Hand grenades were the first heavy weapons to go into mass production, and now there are far more of them than ballistae.
The men in the tribe all wore animal skin belts, and each of them carried at least twenty steel ball grenades.
"Listen up, everyone! As soon as Haru gets a little closer, we'll throw the first round of grenades in all directions. We'll then use crossbows to finish off the rest who aren't killed by the grenades!"
The leader shouted at the top of his lungs at the noisy battlefield.
In reality, in such noisy situations, vocal commands cannot travel very far. However, this was something that Tang Yi, the god of survival, had considered, so the tribe members made an agreement that if they encountered such chaotic situations...
People used a method similar to signaling with beacon fires to quickly inform their clansmen of battle information.
At this moment, the tactical flashlight designed by Tang Yi based on the repeating crossbow played a huge role.
Tactical flashlights are not only used for illumination in nighttime combat, but also for transmitting special combat instructions.
At this moment, a Mira warrior was rhythmically shielding the light source of his flashlight with his hand, the flickering light source being particularly noticeable in the pitch-black night.
Once the first Mira warrior relayed the message, tactical flashlights became beacons, instantly transmitting the leader's instructions to the recipients in the shortest possible time.
The light signal just fired was very simple: two short flashes followed by one long flash. This signal was to tell everyone to prepare for hand grenade combat.
Before the war even started, Tang Yi had already gathered everyone in the tribe and told every member of the tribe about the performance of grenades, how to use them, and how to maximize their power.
In order to cope with such a sudden chaotic situation, everyone can make the best use of the weapons they have learned.
Even if the leader doesn't say it, everyone knows that throwing all the grenades at once will increase their power.
Instead, you should throw a wave of grenades first, so that the steel balls and shrapnel inside can cause widespread damage to Haru and knock him down.
Once Haru has gathered in a group, throw out a second round of grenades to maximize damage output.
The remaining scattered Haru who hadn't been killed by the explosions—these Mira warriors weren't stupid either. A simple comparison of the costs and consequences—using crossbows versus grenades—would easily reveal the answer.
In an instant, the crossbows stopped working, and the arrows ceased their whistling. For about ten seconds, an eerie silence fell over the Mira tribe.
Haru was puzzled by the attack. Had these natives taken the wrong medicine today? Why did they suddenly stop halfway through the battle? Had they stopped using their arrows?
That's definitely it!
Seeing that there was no movement from the Mira tribe, Haru assumed that the enemy had run out of arrows, and his arrogance grew even stronger.
But the next second, a blinding white light struck, mushroom clouds bloomed wildly in the Haru group, and then the ground began to shake.
The deafening explosions were like thunderclaps, terrifying Haru, who had never witnessed such horrific methods.
They never imagined that such terrifying methods existed in the world; even the god Aseda back then probably couldn't have done it.
For a moment, Haru, who was originally fearless, felt a sense of retreat and was forced to retreat ten meters by the violent explosion.
Seeing Haru retreat, the chief temporarily stopped the crossbow that had been brought up and was ready to fire.
They have now revealed one of their trump cards: the ballista, which is their last resort and should not be used lightly unless absolutely necessary.
However, Haru's retreat was only temporary. Under the rule of King Haru, Haru took out dried grayish-white mushrooms and stuffed them into his mouth.
Because of the fire last time, they couldn't bring any fresh mushrooms this time, so they had to use the spare dried mushrooms.
These dried mushrooms are a bit harder to chew, but that doesn't affect their efficacy.
As the large number of Haru devoured the mushrooms, their eyes immediately filled with bloodshot veins. Freed from the grip of fear, the Haru instantly became manic.
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