Daqin: I, Fusu, can summon the undead

Chapter 202 Test again
Half an hour later, the fighting in the wooden village finally stopped.

With a gap of forty-five times in troop strength, all three hundred giant zombies fell.

But the pig-headed people did not get away with it. Only a little over 3,000 of the 13,000 pig-headed people were left. Combined with the losses in the previous night attack, the total death toll was more than 13,000.

Inside and outside the wooden camp, the remaining pig-headed people were collecting the bodies of their compatriots and digging graves to bury them.

Outside the wooden camp, Zhu Cha put down his tools and sat on a mound of earth to rest. He looked at the corpses being carried in, and sadness appeared in his eyes.

It seemed as if the war had never stopped. Since he could remember, the final fate of all the pig-headed people was to die in battle, or in the war, or in the competition for resources in neighboring villages. Everyone had become accustomed to it.

And this time, the Pigman is definitely the most powerful enemy he has ever encountered.

"Zhucha, why do you think these pig-terrorists would attack us? The east of us is not the pig-terrorists' territory!"

A 2.9-meter-tall pig-headed man sat next to the pig fork and said with a puzzled look on his face. To their east was the country of white-headed pigs and flower-bodied pigs, and they had never heard of a country of pig-fearing people to the east.

"Alas! Who knows!" Zhucha just sighed after his thoughts were interrupted. Although he had been out and about, he had not heard of any pig-fearing country around their wild boar country.

Of course, their country is very big, and he has not been to many places, so it is hard to say that there is a pig-terrorist country in the south, north, or west, or that there is a pig-terrorist country behind the white-headed pig country or the spotted pig country.

Seeing that Zhu Cha couldn't explain it, Zhu Tang simply changed the subject: "I heard that your sons are already 2.3 meters tall at the age of six. It seems that they will definitely surpass you in the future! Your daughters are not short either! Maybe your descendants will directly become a fighting family in the future."

Hearing this, Zhu Cha's eyes showed a touch of tenderness and pride, and he said with certainty: "Hahaha! Those boys in my family will definitely surpass me in the future, and my daughter will probably be as good as me! We will definitely become a fighting family in the future! But your family is not bad either, your father is almost three meters tall."

"My boys and daughter are seven years old now. They will be adults in three years. Their height is expected to exceed three meters. How about we arrange an engagement for them and get married when they come of age!" Zhu Tang suggested with a smile.

In the dozen or so nearby villages, his Zhutang was well-known for his large stature, and his children inherited his size. Many people came to him to propose marriage, but he never agreed, because he wanted to find an equally strong family. The offspring of the two strong families would definitely be better, and they might really become a fighting family.

In the Wild Boar Country, fighting families are very popular. Not only are they eligible to live in the county, but they don't need to farm. They only need to train every day. Even if a war breaks out, they will not be used as cannon fodder to charge. This will undoubtedly allow the bloodline to continue.

"Okay! That's settled then." Upon hearing that, Zhu Cha happily agreed immediately.

Many people came to him to propose marriage, but he didn't like the genes of those guys. Although Zhutang was shorter than him, he was well-known for being tall and strong in the dozen or so villages nearby, and his child was of similar age, so he was a suitable match.

"Then it's settled, in a few days our two families will meet with our children!"

"Tell me about your kids, how they usually are~~" Zhutang said happily, and immediately started chatting with Zhucha.

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While Zhucha and Zhutang were chatting happily, in the distant forest, behind the grass and bushes, the corpse soldiers wearing helmets and armor pulled their bows into full moons, and the black arrows were aimed at this side.

"put!"

With a shout, thousands of arrows suddenly rose into the air. Dense arrows flew out of the forest like a swarm of locusts, flew into the sky, and shot at the pig-headed man who was digging a pit to bury the body.

"Enemy attack! Guard against arrows!"

A resting pig-headed man looked at the arrows falling from the sky like black fog, and immediately shouted loudly. At the same time, he grabbed the shield beside him, squatted down, and held the shield above his head.

Hearing the shouts, all the pig-headed people outside reacted immediately, grabbed their shields, looked around to determine the source of the arrows, and quickly prepared for defense.

The next second, dense arrows rained down, continuously hitting the ground and their shields, and some of the slow-reacting pig-headed men were immediately hit by arrows. However, their wooden armor was quite thick, and the arrows did not penetrate at all. Even if they hit the bodies without armor protection, they only penetrated a few centimeters into the flesh, which had little effect on the fat pig-headed men.

In the forest, after the zombies fired a round of arrows, they immediately began to shoot arrows on their own, firing a continuous rain of arrows.

"retreat!"

After withstanding the first round of arrow rain, Zhucha gently moved the shield away and took a quick look at the arrows that were still shooting densely from the sky. He continued to use the shield to block them. He immediately made a judgment in his mind and gave orders loudly.

With such dense and continuous arrows, the enemy must have at least two dozen of them. However, judging by the size of the arrows, the distance and angle of their launch, the enemy's size was much smaller than theirs, and their strength was several times greater.

Under Zhucha's command, the pig-headed men outside, holding their shields, bent their bodies and quickly retreated towards the wooden camp.

When they retreated to the edge of the wooden camp fifty meters away from the maximum throwing distance of the zombie soldiers' arrows, Zhucha once again shouted the order: "Bows and arrows, counterattack!"

Upon hearing the order, the pig-headed men who used bows and arrows picked up their bows and arrows and began shooting arrows into the forest.

The pig-headed people in the camp who heard the noise also climbed up the wooden wall of the camp and began shooting arrows into the forest.

With the advantage of their body size, the bows and arrows they use are naturally much larger than those of the zombies, and can shoot arrows at a distance of three to four hundred meters. Some large pig-headed people can even shoot arrows more than five hundred meters away.

Although they are not as accurate as the giant zombies, they are full of martial virtues and have been practicing archery since childhood, so they can be considered elite archers.

For a moment, arrows as thick as two fingers kept shooting into the forest.

Zhucha frowned, feeling confused, as the one who did the sneak attack was obviously not the Pig-fearing Man.

In the forest, Fusu frowned as he looked at the corpse soldiers who were constantly hit by arrows.

The armor on the corpse soldiers could not stop the pig-headed men's arrows, and some were even shot through on both sides. The pig-headed men's arrows could penetrate 70% to 80% of the wood when they hit the tree trunks, and their penetrating power was much stronger than that of the Qin's crossbows.

With this kind of combat power, if I want Qin to send troops to fight, I'm afraid I'll have to raise Qin's combat power to a few levels.

After making his judgment, Fusu waved his hand gently.

The next moment, the corpse soldiers dropped their bows and arrows, drew their swords, or picked up the spears placed beside them.

"Roar!"

With a roar, dense swarms of zombies began to rush out of the forest, rushing towards the pig-headed men outside the camp like a black tide.

"Quick, retreat back to the camp!"

Looking at the dense crowds of zombies rushing out of the forest, like a black tide, Zhucha immediately shouted loudly.

Although the enemy was much smaller than them, their numbers were simply too large, so relying on the tall wooden walls of the camp for defense was the best option.

(End of this chapter)