Chapter 133 Is that the Guardian? (Subscribe and vote)
Xue Tu looked at the smoke column at the bottom of the hill, and then looked at the sea of fire at the top of the hill. He couldn't help but complain in surprise: "Did you guys discuss this beforehand? You even set the fire yourself?"
Luo Chong stood at the edge of the top of the hill, looking at the Fire Tribe that had already rushed out of the forest trail below. Each of them held a torch in one hand and two spears in the other.
"Hey? What are you going to do? They are coming up. If you have no way, just run." Xue Tu looked at the Fire Tribe that was charging up the hill, and couldn't help but shout to Luo Chong anxiously. Luo Chong ignored him, but turned around and commanded his tribesmen.
"Everyone, line up according to the designated positions."
With Luo Chong's roar, 117 tribesmen, except Luo Chong and Xiao Die, all stood in three horizontal rows, with 38 people in the first two rows and 39 people in the last row, with a distance of two meters between each row.
The tribesmen all stood sideways facing the right side, holding a longbow in their left hands, with a quiver slung across their waists, and each person carried 50 arrows.
Looking at the feet of the tribesmen, there were three straight lines drawn with white lime in advance.
Looking at the three neat rows of formations that took shape in an instant, and the tribesmen all wearing the same equipment, which he didn't know what it was called, Xue Tu suddenly felt a strange feeling of blood boiling, but could he defeat the Fire Tribe like this?
Xue Tu glanced at Luo Chong again. Luo Chong was still looking down the mountain so calmly. A minute later, the Fire Tribe was still 300 meters away from the white straw man at the bottom of the mountain.
"Everyone, prepare for the projectile, pay attention to the string action, don't be nervous, listen to my command." Luo Chong shouted loudly to the tribesmen.
Hearing the order, the tribesmen looked sideways at the direction of the hillside, raised the longbow in their left hands high, and drew a feather arrow with their right hands and put it on the string, but before pulling it, the arrows were aimed at the sky above the heads of the front row of soldiers.
Xue Tu couldn't help but stare at it in amazement. The sharp spear head was thinner than a finger, the length of an arm, and the tail was tied with bird feathers. Each person could carry dozens of them and shoot them with a wooden stick tied with a thin rope. Isn't this the weapon that You Fu said? This is the powerful tribe that You Fu asked him to join? Huo Li, who
was at the foot of the mountain, ran all the way with his tribesmen and soon arrived at a place 50 meters away from the white straw men. Looking at the row of white straw men in front, Huo Li shouted loudly to his warriors.
"Little ones, burn the 'totem poles' of the Han tribe for me. I want to burn all of them to ashes. Kill them!"
The warriors of the Fire Tribe who rushed to the front waved the 'incendiary bombs' in their hands and threw them at the white straw men.
The fire rat skin wrapped on the stone axe had been burning for a while, and some of the hair was burned into a sticky colloid. The moment the stone axe touched the straw man, the burning hair instantly stuck to the straw man and directly ignited the dry grass without a trace of moisture.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, with the sound of stone axes whistling in the air, the straw men were ignited one after another, forming a more eye-catching range marking line at the foot of the mountain.
Luo Chong on the top of the slope raised a scornful smile and cursed inwardly, thinking that the Fire Tribe really didn't think they were dying fast enough.
Soon, the Fire Tribe rushed to a place 10 meters away from the straw men.
"Everyone, get ready for the projectile, get ready, release."
Clank, clank, clank, clank, clank,
the continuous sound of bowstrings being released rang out, and feather arrows slanted straight into the sky.
"Second round, get ready, release."
"Round three, get ready, shoot."
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
At a distance of 350 meters, the frenzied Luo Chong ordered his tribesmen to shoot three rounds of arrows before the first round of arrows landed. The arrows were as dense as locusts and continued in waves.
Luo Chong ordered the arrows to be shot when the Fire Tribe was less than ten meters away from the straw man. When they all ran in front of the straw man, the first round of 115 arrows fell from the sky, leaving the Fire Tribe members with no chance to react before they suffered a fatal blanket attack.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff .
The first round of 115 arrows fell from the sky and accurately landed on the attacking team of the Fire Tribe. In an instant, there was a muffled sound of arrows piercing flesh and blood. In the blink of an eye, the 260-member team of the Fire Tribe lost more than 50 people, and all of them fell to the ground after being shot by arrows.
Some people were shot with two or three arrows and died on the spot, while others were shot in the head with one arrow. The luckiest ones were those who were only shot in the arms and legs. These arrow wounds were not fatal, but they also directly lost their combat effectiveness.
It was not because the longbows of the Han tribe were so powerful, but the key was that the Fire Tribe had no protection. You have to know that it was the second month of spring, and the temperature was not low. Most men were shirtless, wearing animal skin skirts or grass skirts, not to mention armor, and they didn't even have a shield.
It was equivalent to using their bodies to withstand arrow feathers completely naked, and they died one after another.
"Ah, what is this? It pierced me to death. Where did it come from? Who can save me?"
"Ah, I'm bleeding, save me, I'm going to die."
The warriors of the Fire Tribe wailed and fell to the ground. Everyone stopped running forward and checked the injured people to see what happened. It seemed that some very thin wooden sticks fell from the sky, and then some of them fell to the ground.
"What's going on? Get up, get up quickly. We are about to charge forward. Help the living ones up and we will continue to charge forward."
Fire leader Li kicked and hit the tribesmen who fell to the ground, asking them to get up quickly. Some people who were not hit by arrows or who were not dead after being hit by arrows in their limbs helped each other to get up. Everyone wanted to move forward, but the next second, the second round of 115 arrows arrived.
There was another round of muffled sound of "pu pu pu". Some of the warriors who had just helped each other to get up were directly strung together; the wounded who had only been hit by arrows in their limbs were hit by one or two arrows again, and this time they could no longer stand up; and some of the warriors who had just avoided the first wave of arrows went to help the wounded, but they were also shot by the second wave of arrows.
"Ah, those ghost things are coming again, they are flying from the sky, uh--"
A warrior who had just been hit by an arrow on his shoulder shouted in horror at the sky in front of him, but as soon as he finished shouting, another arrow nailed directly into his head, and he died on the spot.
In a few breaths, the Fire Tribe lost more than 60 people again, and even Huo Li was hit by two arrows on one thigh. The other warriors looked at the sky in front of them with horror, and they couldn't see where these things came from, because they didn't see the enemy at all.
At this time, someone suddenly noticed the burning white straw men around them, and suddenly thought of something terrible.
"Those white straw men are the guardian spirits of their Han tribe. We burned their gods, and their gods are punishing us."
The third round of arrow rain came again
(end of this chapter)
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