swish swish

swish swish

Ahhhhh

Ahhhhh

As a tribe in the mountainous area, it is good for them to have vine armor, but most people actually have no protection. Even the serious tung oil vine armor cannot withstand the arrows of the Baniu crossbow, let alone those who do not have barrels of oil.

After soaking, ordinary rattans are elite cannon fodder.

The arrows of the Eight Ox Crossbow were like strings of candied haws, taking away the lives of these people one by one.

Without enough time to mourn for his own people, the Fuyuan Crossbow began to show off its power. Among the new weapons of the Tang Dynasty, single crossbows were one of the few, and were mostly used to destroy siege equipment. To deal with large-scale infantry and cavalry, crossbows with multiple arrows could

is appropriate.

Dozens of specially-made arrows were arranged on the new and improved Fuyuan crossbow, and several strong soldiers started to wind the string while shouting trumpets.

The string frame of the huge system and the arm-thick spring kept making sounds under the pull.

Kakakaka

"listen"

After the commander of the Fuyuan Crossbow confirmed that the firing range was reached, he asked the soldiers to stop spinning, and the buckle under the Fuyuan Crossbow mechanism automatically closed. This buckle is the originator of the current firearm trigger, and its function is to block and fire.

"emission"

There are enemies all over the mountains and plains, so there is no need to specifically aim, just aim at the enemy group and just pull the trigger.

Swish swish swish swish

The Fuyuan crossbows from one to another shot out arrows and combined them together, just like a shower falling in the sky. The arrows fell to the ground, and instantly the bodies of the enemies were penetrated by the arrows. They loved to endure being nailed to the ground.

Fortunately, he died on the spot and no longer had to endure this pain.

hiss

The leaders of several tribes with feathers on their heads and totem paint on their faces took a breath of air. Although they had occasionally had conflicts with the Tang Dynasty over the years, this was the first time they had seen such an astonishingly lethal Fuyuan Crossbow.

"so horrible"

“So scary”

"scary"

"The Tang Dynasty is so terrifying"

"My tribe's second son~!"

"Damn it, they are all bindings from my tribe. Like this, I will definitely avenge you when the city is destroyed."o"

They said these words, feeling distressed and so on, and there was no turning back. No one planned to withdraw before the first round of attack was over. In their eyes, as long as they retreated at the right time, the government would generally

There will be no investigation, everyone will continue to live their lives.

Day after day, they are waiting for the war to come. Although the mountain tribes have entered the towns and cities, victory is hard to come by. If you want to fight with them in the mountains, it is difficult to reach the sky. This has always been their reliance for thousands of years.

That's all true.

Kill

Go ahead

Vulcan bless

During the war, shouting loudly and exchanging beliefs can make oneself temporarily forget what fear is. When oneself anesthetizes oneself, pain, death, everything becomes indifferent.

The Fuyuan Crossbows are still playing their role, they are constantly raining down arrows, harvesting the enemies in waves.

Seeing that the first wave of people were exhausted, the tribe's retreat horn sounded.

The enemy retreats

The Tang Dynasty was using crossbows to push the enemies to the front, and the unlucky ones who had now turned into tails were being harvested with crossbows.

The first offensive and defensive battle was over. In the absence of large-scale effective siege equipment, the enemy was unable to cause excessive damage to the prepared city.

After the first battle, the enemy and our logistics personnel entered the scene. Datang had a professional medical team. They wore red crosses to indicate that they began to treat their injured people. They cleaned the wounds, disinfected them with alcohol, and then

Suture and bandage.

Simple battlefield medical treatment saved many good men for the Tang Dynasty. The soldiers of the Tang Dynasty no longer had to worry about death from inflammation caused by small wounds, nor did they worry about injuring blood vessels and waiting for death. Focus on fighting and winning.

War exploits.

Compared with the favorable conditions on the Tang side, the tribal side had a different scene. The logistics troops intervened, holding a sharp dagger in their hands.

They inspected the corpses and wounded members of their own tribe, carried the slightly injured ones back, and used their own daggers to end the suffering of the seriously injured ones. These people were all professionals, and they acted swiftly and tried their best to reduce the pain of their tribesmen.

The weather in the south is warm and humid, and diseases will occur if corpses are not disposed of. Even if the tribe is crazy, they will handle the most basic tasks of burying and burning corpses. Otherwise, they know very well that even the so-called gods they believe in

There is no way to protect them from surviving the epidemic.

In the big tent of the tribe, a group of tribal leaders huddled together. The casualties of the first wave of attacks were quickly counted. Of the 2,000 people, 200 survived, and half of them were wounded. How many of these people could survive in the end?

Hard to say.

As for the Tang Dynasty, they did not see too many people fall or die from the beginning to the end. Such battle losses exceeding 10 times were unbearable for them.

"Everyone, our tribe has more than 300 casualties."

"Bagou, your tribe has 20,000 people. 300 is not much. 200 of our people have died, but my tribe only has more than 10,000 people."

"Heitou, your tribe has 18,000 people. Even 200 people can die. I think it can reach 1,000/2,000."

"Should we continue?"

An old man with gray hair, his face covered with red totems, and holding a stick tied with a red cloth strip as if sacrificially scanned the scene with his beast-like eyes. Under such sharp eyes, the tribes who were still quarreling

The leader quickly shut his mouth.

"For Lord Vulcan's will, it must be carried out."

Everyone "is the envoy of God"

In the face of faith, tribal leaders sometimes have power that instantly becomes empty.

Tribal leaders are all somewhat intelligent people, and a real fool who reaches this position can only be a puppet.

In the tribe's military camp, a group of shirtless strong men holding unknown beast bones in their hands gathered around a skin drum. These skin drums were made of beast skeletons, rattans and unknown hairs.

Ropes and special animal skins were covered on them. Faintly, some dried blood vessels could be seen on the skins of these drums.

Dong dong dong dong...

Thinking of the heavy and melodious drums with tribal style, sitting around the camp, the second wave of combatants stood up under the urging of the war supervisors. Without wiping the soil on their bodies, they were like a flock of sheep.

People crowded out of the camp.

"Stand still"

“Get in line”

"Put on your armor"

"Pull up your pants, don't pee or poop here."

"Tell me what you want to eat. What do you want to eat? Stand up quickly."

"..."

The war supervisors with a little bit of military literacy were working hard to get this ragtag group of people to arrange themselves in a decent manner. The second round of the war began with the sound of tribal war drums.
Chapter completed!