swish swish
swish swish
Ahhhhh
Ahhhhh
As a tribe in the mountainous area, it is good for them to have rattan armor, but most people actually have no protection at all. Even the serious tung oil and rattan armor cannot withstand the arrows of the Eight Bull Crossbow, let alone those that are not soaked in barrels of oil and have ordinary rattan 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 express his sorrow for his own people, Fu Yuannu began to show off his power. Among the new weapons of the Tang Dynasty, single crossbows were among the few, and they were mostly used to destroy siege equipment. To deal with large-scale infantry and cavalry, crossbows with multiple arrows are suitable.
Dozens of specially-made arrows were arranged on the new and improved Fuyuan crossbow, and several sturdy soldiers began to string the bow while shouting trumpets. creak creak
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 range had been reached, he asked the soldiers to stop spinning, and the buckle under the Fuyuan Crossbow's mechanism automatically closed. This buckle is the originator of today's firearm trigger. 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 fired out arrows and combined them together, just like a shower falling in the sky. The arrows hit the ground, and instantly the bodies of enemies were pierced by arrows. They endured being nailed to the ground. Fortunately, they died on the spot and did not need to endure the pain anymore.
hiss
Several tribal leaders with feathers on their heads and totem paint on their faces took a deep breath. 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. They fired their bows without looking back, and no one planned to withdraw before the first round of attack was over. In their eyes, as long as they retreat at the right time, the government will 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, victory is hard to come by. It is difficult to fight with them in the mountains. This is what they have always relied on, and it has been like this for thousands of years.
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 were still playing their role. They kept 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.
The first battle is over, and the logistics personnel from both sides of the enemy and ours enter the scene. Datang has a professional medical team here. Wearing a red cross, they began to treat their injured. Clean the wound, disinfect it with alcohol, and then suture and bandage it.
Simple battlefield medical treatment saved many good men of 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. Concentrate on fighting and win military exploits.
Compared with the favorable conditions on the Tang Dynasty side, the tribe side had a different scene. The logistics troops intervened, holding a sharp dagger in their hands.
Check the corpses and wounded members of your own tribe, carry the slightly injured ones back, and directly end their suffering with your own dagger for the seriously injured ones. These people are professionals, quick to act and try their best to reduce the suffering of their people.
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 take care of the most basic aspects of burying and burning corpses. Otherwise, they know very well that even the so-called gods they believe in cannot protect them from surviving the epidemic.
In the big tent on the tribe's side, a group of tribal leaders huddled together, and the casualties from the first wave of attacks were quickly counted. Of the 2,000 people, 200 survived, and half of them were wounded. It’s hard to say how many of these people would survive in the end.
As for the Tang Dynasty, they did not see too many people fall or die from the beginning to the end. This kind of battle damage that exceeded 10 times was unbearable for them.
"Everyone, our tribe has more than 300 casualties."
"There are 20,000 people in Bagou's tribe. 300 is not much. 200 people died here, 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 in 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 words, the tribal leaders who were still arguing quickly shut their mouths.
"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. Real fools who reach this position can only be puppets.
In the tribe's military camp, a group of shirtless strong men, holding unknown beast bones in their hands, gathered around a face drum. These leather drums are made of the skeletons of wild beasts, ropes woven from rattan and unknown hair, and covered with special animal skins. Faintly, some dried blood vessels can be seen on the skins of these drums.
Dong dong dong dong...
The heavy and melodious, tribal-style drum beats came to mind. Sitting around the camp, the second wave of combatants stood up at the urging of the war supervisors. Without wiping the dirt off their bodies, they crowded out of the camp like a flock of sheep.
"Stand still"
“Get in line”
"Put your armor on"
"Put your pants up, don't poop or pee here."
"I told you to eat. What are you eating? Stand up quickly."
"..."
The war supervisors with a little bit of military literacy were working hard to arrange the ragtag group in a decent manner. The second round of the war was remembered in the sound of tribal war drums.
To be continued
