Chapter 230 The Great Shame in the History of Archery
Bows and arrows are no strangers to people of later generations. They are everywhere in film and television works and martial arts novels.
Before the emergence of hot weapons such as guns and cannons, bows and arrows had always been the most convenient and effective long-range attack weapon.
Later on, many types of bows appeared.
Ox horn bow, iron tire bow, shaking bow, Scottish compound bow...there are many types.
However, these bows and arrows, which come in many varieties and have left their names in the long history due to their respective advantages, have little to do with Han Cheng and the current Qingque tribe.
Because Han Cheng could not make all these bows, this was not only limited to the existing difficult conditions, but also limited by Han Cheng's limited bow-making knowledge.
All he can do now is to enlarge the simplest bow he used to play with as a child several times.
The straight branch that Han Cheng photographed had turned into a bare branch.
After comparing the height of his elder brother, Han Cheng made a mark about twenty centimeters lower than his elder brother, and then asked Lame to carefully cut it off from here.
Then use a stone knife to carve out grooves bit by bit on both ends of the branch. This is where the bowstring is hung.
After the groove was carved, Han Cheng asked his senior brother standing aside to place the branch against the ground and press down hard.
The branch was pressed into a crescent shape by the senior brother, and Han Cheng took advantage of this opportunity to tie the ropes that had been brought to both ends of the curved stick.
After tying it tightly, I asked the senior brother to let go. The rope, which was still a little loose, was immediately tightened.
The bow was too big for Han Cheng, so he picked it up with his hands and pulled it, but he could only pull it a little.
The bow is very heavy and not very elastic.
The people watching on the side couldn't help but look at each other in shock when they saw this bow and arrow, which was far different from what they had imagined.
Is this what Hou Yi used to shoot down the sun?
Even the second senior brother who can throw things the farthest and most accurately can't throw this thing too far, right?
"Son of God, this..."
Someone couldn't help but asked about their doubts. Han Cheng smiled and said that this has not been solved yet.
While he asked Tietou to bring some chicken feathers, he picked up a few straight branches as thick as his little finger that he had just cut off from the branch, put them into the fire, burned one end with the fire, and then sharpened it on the stone as sharply as possible.
At this time Tietou also brought some pheasant feathers.
Han Cheng took them, aligned them, placed them on wood, and cut them off with a stone knife.
Then pick up the two pieces, align them, and tie them to the end of the arrow shaft with a thin rope, so that a simple feather arrow is ready.
Han Cheng wanted to let his senior brother or other adults shoot bows and arrows, but they had never been exposed to this thing and didn't know how to use it, so the important task of shooting the first arrow fell to Han Cheng, the son of God.
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This bow and arrow was not much shorter than Han Cheng. He held the bow in his right hand and raised it with great effort. He held the arrow in his other hand, put the groove carved on the top of the arrow on the bowstring, and pulled hard with all his strength.
There was no one in front of him, and everyone left a large open space for the Son of God to do his work.
Everyone in the Qingque tribe focused their attention on the son of God, who looked very out of place with a big bow.
Even though the bows and arrows made by the Son of God were far from what they imagined, the story of Hou Yi shooting the sun that they heard just last night made them not dare to underestimate the bows and arrows in the hands of the Son of God.
Some timid people suddenly became afraid.
I was worried that after the Son of God shot this arrow, the sun would set in the sky.
There is only one sun in the sky. If it is shot down by the Son of God, what will we do next?
Thinking of the days without the sun, which would always be dark, they couldn't help but feel fear, and even wanted to speak out to prevent the Son of God from shooting this arrow.
"stretch!"
There was a sound from the bowstring, and the arrows on the bow flew out in response.
Everyone's eyes widened, and some of the timid ones had already raised their heads to look at the sky, fearing that the sun, which was so frightened that its face would turn pale, would set.
After looking at the stars for a while, I saw that the sun was still hanging well in the sky without any sign of falling. I breathed a long sigh of relief, but at the same time I was inevitably a little disappointed.
After letting go of her worries, she noticed that the surroundings were surprisingly quiet. She thought it was the Son of God's arrow that made some earth-shattering noise, so she hurriedly stretched her head to take a look. After seeing clearly what was going on there, her whole body
Also stunned!
Like everyone else, he was surprisingly quiet.
Following her gaze, about five or six meters in front of Shenzi, the feather arrow stayed there quietly.
Shenzi didn't know whether it was because he was tired from exerting too much force, or because it was too cold, or for some other reason, but his face and neck looked a little red.
Han Cheng put down his bow, looked at the people who were collectively petrified, and then looked at the unsatisfactory arrow, sniffed, and secretly cursed: "Damn it."
His expression seemed a little embarrassed.
The power of the bow and arrow was completely beyond the expectations of everyone in the Qingque tribe. Not only could it not shoot down the sun, it could not even hit it as far as throwing it by hand...
Han Cheng called to his senior brother, who was still stunned and had not recovered from the huge power of the bow and arrow, and asked him to pick up the feathered arrow a few meters away and then imitate the way he had just done to draw the bow and nock the arrow.
After Han Cheng's demonstration that was a great shame in the history of bows and arrows, Senior Brother and others also knew how to use bows and arrows.
I also used Han Cheng to provide technical guidance, and the senior brother's bow shooting seemed very smooth this time.
At Han Cheng's signal, he pulled the bow string forcefully, then loosened the hand holding the arrow, and there was a 'swish' sound. When he looked again, the arrow had disappeared.
Xing habitually looked at the place four or five meters in front of Senior Brother, but this time it was empty.
"over there!"
Someone shouted in surprise.
Xing hurriedly followed everyone's gaze and saw someone in the distance holding the feather arrow and raising it high to everyone.
This distance is almost thirty meters. This distance is still far, far away from shooting down the sun, but it also has a certain use.
At least many people in the tribe couldn't throw it this far.
Han Cheng had a tree stump erected thirty meters away and asked the adults of the tribe to take turns shooting at the stump with feather arrows. He wanted to see if there were any who were gifted with magic arrows.
The eldest brother's three arrows all missed, and the second brother's error was even more outrageous. The point of failure failed to shoot the arrow into the rabbit circle.
Shang's three arrows also did not touch the wooden stake.
This made Han Cheng sigh secretly, and then smiled. He felt that his idea was too beautiful. It is really hard to find a natural bow and arrow expert. There are only so many people in his tribe now, and it is very possible that he happens to have such a talent.
