He realized that there were many moments when, as long as he took one more step or one less step, an arrow would pierce his flesh and blood...perhaps many.

"What should we do? Sergeant?" the furious captain asked in a roar.

"Arrow." Peter's consciousness was at a loss: "Take...take it down."

"You mean to give priority to treating the injured?" asked another older captain.

"Yes." Peter repeated numbly: "Treat the injured first."

The older captain raised his hand in salute and organized the stretcher team.

"What to do next?" the ten-capion asked angrily: "The barbarian just doesn't care?"

No one had ever asked Peter "what to do", but today this question came up again and again.

'What to do? What to do? What to do? Why are you asking me what to do? How do I know what to do?' Peter Bunier was dizzy, and he suddenly thought: "I usually ask everyone 'What to do'

?”

"By the way...company commander!" Peter seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw and hurriedly asked everyone: "Where is the company commander?"

"The company commander seems to have been hit by an arrow!" Someone replied: "I saw the cavalry running north."

"You are the oldest now." Another person replied.

"Now you are the biggest." When hearing these words, Peter Bunier felt as if he was struck by thunder.

Little Peter is timid and cowardly. Because he admits that he is a coward, he feels cowardly and cowardly.

Peter raised his head, and nearly a hundred eyes came to him - all of them were looking at him.

Nearly half of the eyes were looking straight at him, with no way to hide or hide, and no matter where they looked, they would always be looking at each other.

In just a moment, Peter was trembling from his knees to his chest. It was a real tremor rather than a mental tremor.

He lowered his head deeply, not daring to raise his eyes to look at the crowd.

"Wait...wait for the company commander." Peter stared at the tips of his shoes and tugged at the corners of his clothes. Something invisible almost crushed him: "Wait for the company commander to come back..."

"What did you say? Can you speak louder?" someone asked tentatively. Sergeant Bunir's voice was too low, and no one could hear clearly what the sergeant was saying.

Peter was used to obeying, and "Can you speak louder?" was like a command. He subconsciously raised his voice and repeated: "Wait until the company commander comes back!"

"Yes." The ten captains and soldiers of the first company replied in unison.

Peter was startled.

For everyone, waiting for company commander Tamas to come back is the safest way.

"Then we just watch?" The irritable tenth captain pointed to the river and asked angrily: "You have six hundred acres! Are you going to let the barbarians humiliate us in vain? Humiliate you?"

The first company has retreated to a place where bows and arrows are difficult to hit, and it seems that the Teltons do not intend to waste arrows.

Some Terdun people put away their bows and arrows, as if they were busy with something; other Terdun people held their bows on guard, provoking the Tiefeng County people on the river embankment from time to time, and their actions were very vulgar.

"If you are angry, we won't be angry. Isn't the problem that there is no one?" Another round-faced captain couldn't hold himself back and lectured the former: "Otherwise we will run to the shore like stupid donkeys and serve as targets for others?

Let me tell you, it’s better to send people back to Ox Hoof Valley quickly and ask the Lord Tribune for support.”

"There are only a few dozen barbarians, and you ask the tribunes for support? If you don't think it's embarrassing, I still think it's fucking embarrassing!"

"At least we need to ask for a few guns!" the round-faced captain asked Peter, "What do you think? Sergeant."

"Yeah." Peter Bunier nodded subconsciously.

"Okay. Then I'll let someone go...Hey, let's do it." The round-faced captain always felt uneasy, so he simply waved his hand: "Sergeant, if you agree, I will go in person."

"Yeah." Peter nodded.

The round-faced captain raised his hand in salute and hurried away in the direction of the watchtower - probably to borrow a horse.

"Even if we can get a musket, we won't be able to use it." Another gray-eyed ten-captain said with a smile: "Do you know how to use a musket?"

Everyone shook their heads.

Those in the regiment who knew how to use muskets were organized into a company of musketeers. Even so, the Montagne tribune could not gather enough musketeers for a company, and they added some more intelligent people to barely make up the number.

"Actually, there's no need for a musket." The gray-eyed tenth captain weighed the spear and joked: "Just throw this thing over. It will kill the barbarian and save some energy when we return to camp."

"Yeah." Peter nodded.

The grey-eyed tenth captain was startled and waved his hands quickly: "If you lose your weapon, you will be whipped. It's just a joke."

"Yeah." Peter nodded mechanically.

The gray-eyed captain rolled his eyes, and there was a hint of slyness in his smile: "It's better to keep the spear."

…

The Tertun people on the raft noticed that the Two-Legged Man on the embankment was approaching the river bank again.

The leader, Hong Lingyu, hurriedly called on his disciples to be alert.

Except for a few people who were busy with more important things, the rest of the Terdun people were all holding bows and arrows, waiting for orders.

The sky had dimly lighted up, and Hong Lingyu took out a red-feathered arrow and shot it at the right angle.

The arrow drew an arc and was inserted on the river beach, with its red feathers exposed.

This time the two-legged men did not run or charge, but instead formed a loose formation and slowly approached the river bank.

The weirdest thing is...none of them have weapons.

'Is it possible that you are here to negotiate?' Hong Lingyu was puzzled: 'Or are you here to surrender?'

No matter what the other party was here for, the moment the two-legged man stepped over Hong Ling Yu, Hong Ling Yu shouted loudly, drew his bow and fired an arrow.

The other Terdun people launched their red feathers, and the bowstrings vibrated with "Zheng, Zheng" sounds, and sparse arrow feathers flew towards the loose ranks of the two-legged men.

The two-legged man also threw away his legs and started running.

A short two-legged man wearing a helmet decorated with mane rushed to the front.

Hong Lingyu recognized this person and hurriedly called his subordinates to shoot him. This person was the leader in the last charge, and he was obviously the leader of the Two-Legged Men.

However, the short two-legged man ran like a crazy horse. Before he could fire the third round of arrows, he had already rushed to the water's edge.

The sheepskin raft of the Terdun tribe was only ten meters away from the river bank. I saw the short two-legged man throwing his arms fiercely and throwing something towards the sheepskin raft.

That thing was like a gray meteor passing over the water. Hong Feiyu couldn't dodge and was hit in the head.

First there was severe pain, and then blood covered his eyes. Hong Lingyu lost his balance and fell into the river.

Other two-legged people also rushed to the river bank and threw their arms at the sheepskin raft. Some two-legged people swung strips of cloth that seemed to be torn from their clothes and tossed them until they whirred before throwing them.

"Stone, it's stone."
Chapter completed!