Chapter 134: Li's Fear (Please vote and subscribe)
Xue Tu stood beside Luo Chong, watching his performance with a confused face. At Luo Chong's command, waves of arrows flew into the sky, and then disappeared without a trace. Anxious, Xue Tu kept jumping on the spot.
"They haven't come up yet. You threw your spears too early. How can you hit them from such a distance? You are wasting it. Wait until they come up before throwing them."
Luo Chong shook his head and pointed at the fire below and said, "They can't come up."
Xue Tu looked in the direction of Luo Chong's finger and was stunned. He saw that the 260 torches of the Fire Tribe were in chaos the moment they just passed the straw man. The light and shadow of the torches were shaking, sometimes gathering together, and then quickly dispersed, and then in chaos again, but they did not continue to rush forward. Instead, sporadic torches began to run backwards.
Luo Chong saw that the firelight under the hillside had stagnated. He estimated that they were also confused. Such a dense 345 arrows fell on the team of the Fire Tribe, and it was estimated that at least half of them would be killed and injured. Now was a good time to expand the results of the battle, so he immediately issued a new order.
"Everyone, the enemy wants to escape. Now shoot five rounds in a row, and then we all move forward and shoot to catch up."
"Yes."
When the tribesmen heard Luo Chong say that the enemy wanted to escape, they were very happy. This showed that the three rounds of volleys just now had caused considerable casualties to the enemy.
But it's not okay to escape now. You say you want to fight, and you don't want to fight. Are the Han tribes so easy to bully? So the tribesmen drew their bows and arrows and started a new round of projectiles.
You know, they knew at the beginning that the number of enemies was two or three times theirs. It would be a lie to say that they were not afraid at all. Although Luo Chong had arranged the arrow formation for them before, this was the first time after all. They didn't know whether it would work or not. Now that they got a positive answer, they were more confident and their hand speed in shooting arrows was faster.
This time the order was to shoot five rounds of arrows in a row. They only needed to shoot five arrows in a row. Moreover, they could not see the target at all. They just shot at the sky in front of them. They only pursued speed and did not care where the target was. The leader just needed to watch the effect.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh,
more and more dense arrows flew down the hillside. The Fire Tribe, which had just been through three rounds of arrow rain, had lost more than half of its members. Only about 140 of the 260 people were still able to move. More than a hundred people died on the spot, and the rest had at least one arrow stuck in their bodies.
Moreover, the bronze arrowheads of the Han tribe were all flat arrowheads with four edges and two blades. The arrowheads also extended two blunt barbs to the back. It was easy to get in, but if you wanted to pull it out, you had to take off a piece of flesh. Sometimes the secondary damage caused by pulling out the arrows was more serious than being directly hit by the arrows.
But someone did it. Huo Li pulled out two arrows from his thighs, which immediately cut off two pieces of flesh. Blood was pouring from his thighs, but he didn't care about that. He only thought about what a tribe member had said just now, 'Those straw men are the guardian gods of the Han tribe, and the gods of the Han tribe are punishing them.'
Thinking of this, Huo Li immediately shouted: "Everyone retreat behind the straw men, quickly, retreat immediately."
Unfortunately, his reaction was still a step slow. Before he finished speaking, a denser rain of arrows fell again.
The warriors of the Fire Tribe saw so many spikes falling from the sky again. Some of them started running back before Huo Li finished speaking, and those who were shot and couldn't run fast still pulled those who were not shot by arrows around them, begging them to take them with them.
As a result, just such a delay, the muffled sound of "pu pu pu" rang again from their ears, and those who were not dead were directly killed this time. Many of the people who were pulled were shot and fell to the ground, and then they were ruthlessly finished off by the next wave of arrows that followed.
When the 140 people of the Fire Tribe escaped behind the straw men, there were less than 50 intact warriors left, and less than 30 wounded with arrows.
They fled the death zone in a tumbling manner. When they looked back, they were immediately frightened. It was not that they were afraid of the dead, but that in front of the row of burning straw men, the ground was full of countless arrows, while on the other side of the straw men, there was not a single feather arrow, forming a sharp contrast on the empty grass.
This situation seemed very strange. Could it be that the straw man was really so evil?
Huo Li and some of the faster runners had already stopped. They looked at the arrows flying continuously, but they could never fly over the boundary formed by the straw men, so they simply stopped running and sat down to rest.
Huo Li was panting, looking pale at the countless dead and wounded in front of him. Er, no, it was a lot of dead tribesmen. Now those wounded were no longer breathing. For the first time, he felt fear in his heart.
In Li's heart, he always believed that fire was omnipotent. Fire helped him defeat one tribe after another, making the Fire Tribe stronger and stronger under his leadership. But today, the fire he believed in angered the gods of the Han tribe, bringing him such a severe punishment. Of the 260 warriors he brought out, only a fraction of them could return alive with him.
Thinking of this, Li couldn't help but feel a little regretful. Why did he come to attack the Han tribe? Was he really wrong? His face began to get paler and paler, and beads of sweat oozed from his body. His eyes were getting darker and darker, and his body was getting colder and colder.
Li tried his best to open his eyes wide and stretched out his arms to pick up the fallen torch. He hoped that the fire could bring him light and warmth, but the two blood holes on his thighs were bleeding like fountains in the Dream Water Valley.
It turned out that just when he was pulling out the arrow, an arrow stuck in the inner thigh hooked the aorta in his leg. It took less than 20 seconds for Li to escape behind the straw man, and his life was completely cut off. The arm that was desperately trying to get the torch also fell down weakly.
Those who were still looking back at the arrows sighed inwardly that they were lucky to have escaped. When they wanted to ask the leader what to do next, they found that the leader had fallen to the ground and died.
"Leader, leader, the leader is dead too, what should we do now."
No one knew what to do, or they didn't have time to open their mouths, because the death god on the mountain was already rushing towards them.
The Han tribe arrow formation on the top of the slope, the tribesmen had just fired a round of five shots, and before they could rest, Luo Chong's order came again.
"Everyone, move forward 20 steps, two rounds of volleys, hurry up, don't let them run away."
The tribesmen didn't have time to reply. According to Luo Chong's request, they moved forward 20 steps to the edge of the top of the slope and stood in a row with Luo Chong. Then, without waiting for orders, they drew their bows and shot two shots in a row.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, another 230 arrows flew out. Before the arrows landed, Luo Chong's order came again.
"Move forward 20 steps, shoot two rounds, and we will continue to chase."
So the tribesmen began to move again.
As for the physical strength of the tribesmen, Luo Chong also estimated it. The British longbowmen in the Middle Ages could shoot 25 arrows in a row. Luo Chong and his men had only shot a few rounds, not to mention that these primitive people were stronger than modern people.
Behind the straw man at the bottom of the hill, the remaining sixty or seventy people of the Fire Tribe were still arguing about what to do now. They said this and that, but because none of them were leaders, the forces did not listen to each other and started arguing here.
They thought that it was safe behind the straw man, and those feathered spikes could not fly over, but the next second, another 230 arrows flew over, and more than 30 people died on the spot in an instant.
This time there were no wounded soldiers. Every soldier who was shot by arrows had more than two arrows stuck in his body. Some people who were running were shot by arrows all the way. It would be better to stay where they were and get shot by one arrow instead of falling to the ground.
This time no one cared about who to listen to. They all ran away desperately and went all the way into the woods. However, people kept getting shot and falling to the ground. By the time the Fire Tribe escaped to the woods, there were only a few people left alive.
Luo Chong and his men had already chased to the battlefield at the bottom of the hill. The bloody slaughter who followed Luo Chong all the way, looking at the corpses all over the ground and the arrows stuck everywhere on the ground, as dense as weeds, almost dropped their jaws.
"Fuck, this short spear is really a magical item"
(End of this chapter)
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