"If I had known earlier, I would have prepared more stones. People in the big city can't do anything to us. But now that the stones have been thrown away, we have to find them and grind them. Why are they so weak and can still occupy the warm place in the south?
So much food? And it’s so hard for us to eat enough?”
Sitting Bull was sitting on the ground polishing stones, muttering to Ah Da next to him.
"I heard that some of them are very good at fighting. They are also good at making things and have clothes made of iron," Ada said.
"You're so weak at throwing stones, so you shouldn't be very good at fighting, right?" Sitting Bull thought to himself, while hammering the stone bullets with his hand that had grown bone claws.
"I feel like I've become stronger. This time we have such a huge advantage. How much benefit will we gain if we really defeat it? How about we just grab some people who can make things and come back to make things for us?"
A middle-aged man wearing a goatskin next to him continued: "There are many benefits. It would be best if you can get a few pots, so that it will be easier to cook broth later."
The goatskin head now has two horns growing out, which complement the fur on his body.
While he was talking, an arrow flew silently down from the city wall. The arrow plunged into the ground next to the goatskin, and several people around jumped up. But there were no more arrows.
It flew over. "Haha, just one?" Goat Pi next to him couldn't help but said with joy. "What a powerless resistance!" Goat Pi pulled out the arrow and glanced at the arrow: "Well, this piece of iron is pretty good.
, I’ll be able to make an ax if I save a few more later!”
Someone next to me was dissatisfied: "Why do you move so fast!"
"Whoever picks it up belongs to whoever picks it up!" Goatskin broke off the arrowhead and boasted to others. He stuffed the arrowhead into his little pocket and sat down to continue grinding the stone. Sitting Bull looked at him and said to Ah Da with envy.
Said: "Ah Da, do you think if we pick up more, we can also make an axe?"
"It's definitely possible." Ah Da still cherished his words like gold.
Not far away, Tu San is lowering his head and concentrating on grinding stones. As an ordinary hunter who is not that strong, his mutation level is not deep enough. He does not have much bone armor on his body. He only has a few claws and enlarged muscles to prove his strength.
It has already mutated.
Although grinding stone bullets became easier, he still retained his serious habit. Suddenly Tu San felt someone punch him hard on the shoulder. He was knocked backwards and fell to his feet.
Chaotian. "Yeah!" The injured Tusan groaned: "What the hell?"
Tu San looked up and found an arrow stuck in his left shoulder. His body without armor could not block the three-sided arrow, but the strength of the arrow was no longer enough to penetrate his strengthened target at this range.
The body only pushed up the flesh on the back, causing a big bulge on the back.
A group of people gathered around and said: "This is not easy to handle. Since there is no penetration, we can only pull it out, right?"
A belated burst of pain hit Tu San. The pain in the wound became more and more obvious with the beating of his pulse. The pain made him feel like vomiting. Tu San's breathing gradually became heavier. He raised his head, suddenly became violent, gritted his teeth and pulled hard.
The tail of the arrow brought out a blood mist. "Well done!" The tough men around him cheered, but there was some sincere praise in them.
The people around him applauded him. When the chief heard the movement, he came over and said it was the chief. Even if the men, women, old and young were full, there were not enough people for 500 people. He immediately knew what was going on in the team. The chief turned over Tu San's wound.
"I can't die." After saying that, he waved his hand, and someone handed him a clay pot. The chief dug out a piece of black fat mixed with some unknown substance from the clay pot. He stretched out his hand and stuffed it into the wound.
.
The bleeding stopped, but the smell of blood from the arrows spread everywhere, and the surrounding barbarians began to twist their noses unconsciously. This smell irritated this group of things that were more like beasts than humans. Someone stood up and shouted: "Chief
! Let us go! Their resistance is so weak, what are we waiting for?"
"Yes! We can defeat it with a single charge! Let's spend the night in a warm house today!"
"They can't do anything to us. They injured an unlucky guy in a long time!"
"Don't worry, I've sent people to braid ropes and find wood. Let's prepare first. Wrap the animal skins. When the nooses and wood arrive, everyone will join."
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Polu suddenly heard the barbarians gathered around cheering, and he was angry: "What's the matter, you didn't kill me, and you still want to mock me?" With the help of Parma to wind the string, he shot several more arrows at the crowd, but it seemed that he was using arrows.
It's just good luck that I didn't cause any serious damage due to my crazy strokes.
An arrow hit the foot of a man who was looking for something. The man was nailed to the ground by the arrow on the spot. It also hit a big man with bone armor and pigtails all over his head. Polu swore that this
The arrow hit the man's chest. But the arrow flew out directly, leaving Polu stunned.
"They, do they have armor on them? The arrows were all bounced away!" Polu turned back angrily: "There were 13 arrows in a tube, and they hit three people. One hit the shoulder, and the other probably hit the foot.
, I saw him squatting down. Another one was shot in the chest, but that person seemed to have armor and bounced away."
Palma was very happy: "That's enough. If one crossbow can't hit the target, if you shoot ten of them together, or if you shoot a hundred of them together, you can always hit it if you are more dense. Two people can operate this thing together. No
The nail can also be shot, which is much better than standing upright and getting hit by a stone without losing your hand.
I'm very optimistic about it! Prepare to make more of this when you go back." Bolu touched his head embarrassedly: "This one was made by my teacher. The one I made myself is far behind. It's not as delicate and light, but it will definitely work.
.But it can only roughly shoot to this area, and there is really no way to control it more accurately for the time being."
"It's enough to be able to use it. This time the defense pressure is very high, and the spear can't reach this place. This can be strung by several people at the same time, but the bow cannot be pulled by several people at the same time, so the power is much worse. Doing more can reduce it a lot.
There's pressure." Palma was in a good mood and said a few more words. "Look, what are they doing?" Nantes, who had been staring out the window, said, "They seem to have stood up, and they didn't move forward this time.
Stones were thrown, and there were people holding wood, boards and the like."
Palma walked outside the post and looked around, and found that the barbarians who stood up this time were wrapped in thick animal skins and lined up in three rows. They carried stone axes, javelins and nooses in their hands. The strongest group held
The logs bundled together were picked up.
A figure with a crown stood in front of three rows of people, waving a stick. "Boom" there was a drum sound in the air, and they began to walk slowly towards the city wall. Parma took a sharp breath and picked up the stick next to the sentry tower.
The hanging hammer began to slam on the alarm bell, and then he mustered up his strength and shouted: "Seventh Knights, go up a wall to support!"
While ringing the bell, Parma pulled it from the pile of tower shields that had just been transported to the city wall and blocked the door of the guard tower. He shouted to Polu inside the guard tower: "It's too late to retreat! You are not a combatant, hide."
! You two, block the tower shield!" Immediately afterwards, the big bell in the main bell tower on the wall behind sounded a deep bell that spread throughout the fortress.
Nante and Otto looked happy. Poru, who encountered such a scene for the first time, didn't know what to do. He had to follow this order and dragged the tower shield into the guard tower, sealed the door, and used a
The big wooden head blocks it. The tall tower shield seals more than half of the door opening, which is higher than the chest. There is only a small gap left. If you hide quietly, you will not be discovered at all.
"Infantry array!" Palma shouted loudly. "There is no time to cast spells! Infantry to meet the enemy!"
"Throw the gun! Shoot!" the team officer roared at the top of his lungs.
Polu lay on the crack of the window and looked down. The barbarians who had just started walking slowly were already running. They took big steps and kicked the ground violently. The small plain in front of the fortress was covered with dust left after the previous spells had burned it.
The silver ice and snow have melted, leaving only black mud.
For a moment, only mud and water could be seen. The barbarians were advancing very fast. It only took them three or five breaths. The infantry only threw a round of lances. They had already rushed to the city. The movement was so loud that it seemed like a group of large tanks loaded with coal.
truck.
Because the charge was so fast, almost all the spears were stuck in the smoke behind them. The first row were strong soldiers carrying large logs. They rushed to the root of the wall, put one end of the bundled logs on the ground, and the other
One end was propped up on the wall. Others threw nooses as soon as they got close. These hardened hunters almost never made mistakes when throwing nooses, and almost all of them were set on the battlements.
Because Tu San ran fast and jumped high, he had already rushed to the front row. He handed the javelin to his left hand, which was not very powerful after his shoulder injury. With the speed of charging, he climbed up from the big log on the city wall.
He ran, crossing the ditch that was getting narrower and filled with ashes burned by the spell. When he reached the end of the log, Tu San had already reached the middle of the city wall.
He pulled a rope with his right hand, used his speed to push his legs hard, and then flew up and rushed towards the top of the city wall. "I want to be the first!" Tu San thought as he jumped up and stretched out his hand.
Go grab the wall. As the angle of view gradually increases,
Gao, Tu San was shocked to find a veteran squatting on the city wall, and a throwing spear raised high in his hand. He exerted so much force that he had stretched his body into an arch shape, and the sharp throwing spear was shining with cold light.
He stretched out his hand to grab himself at the wall!