bloodbath song

Chapter 154
After a busy day yesterday, the whole school was covered with bamboo poles, the tops of which were pointed, ranging from eight or nine meters to more than ten meters long, like a piece of erected spears. Several holes appeared.

I don't know if it's just luck, it's been almost three days since Ling Tao came here, and there hasn't been any flying mutant beasts attacking the school from the air.

The erected bamboo poles are two or three meters above the ground, and the bamboo poles are tied with bamboo strips to form a shelf, similar to scaffolding on a construction site. Shelves can also play a good defensive role.

In this way, coupled with the sharp bamboo sticks densely covered around the school's outer wall, the villagers living here are much safer, at least they will not live in fear all day long.

On the playground, the members of the two selected combat brigades had already assembled. They wanted to protect the lives of their families with their own hands. Although there was no strict training, their actions were more active than the army.

After the hard work of the blacksmiths yesterday and most of the night, all the villagers with a hundred or so fighters were finally equipped with iron gun heads. It's sharpened, but it won't be too hard to fight mutant beasts with a bamboo spear.

"If he was born in the era of cold weapons, this group of villagers would be regarded as a bandit if they were dragged to a certain mountain top." Looking at these villagers, Ling Tao muttered strangely in his heart.

It's no wonder that Ling Tao thought this way. In the history of Liangshan, at the beginning, there were only a few hundred people including the old, the weak, women and children.

"Hello, Mr. Ling." When Ling Tao arrived, he received sincere greetings from the villagers. This was from the heart, without any falsehood, and it was more enthusiastic than welcoming a certain leader on some occasions.

"Hello, you guys, by the way, are the bows and arrows ready?"Ling Tao smiled and nodded.

At this time, the black-faced old man making bamboo bows that Ling Tao had seen yesterday appeared behind him, followed by more than a dozen villagers, old and young, carrying four or five bamboo baskets.

"Everything is ready, just wait for Mr. Ling to test the power of the bow and arrow," the black-faced old man said with a smile.

After exchanging pleasantries, Ling Tao looked at the bamboo baskets they brought over. Among the five bamboo baskets in total, four were filled with made bamboo bows, and the remaining one was filled with arrows.

Arrows are also made of bamboo. Ling Tao saw it yesterday. The carpenter saws the bamboo into a section of the same length, and then asks the villagers to slice it into little finger-sized pieces. Cut a groove with a knife on one end, and then put a blacksmith's arrowhead on the other end, so that the arrow is considered complete.

Of course, like the sticky gun heads in the hands of the villagers, these arrows are still relatively rough, not as good as professional arrows. The difference is not known how many times, but they can still be used anyway.

Ling Tao picked up an arrow and weighed it, nodded and said, "I can make so much in one day, thanks to the villagers working overtime. It's hard work. It will be even better to find a way to add some feathers to the arrow. Well, the arrows shot are more stable and won't flutter."

"What Mr. Ling said is true, but the current conditions are limited, and this is the only way to go," said the black-faced old man with a smile.

Ling Tao nodded, put down the arrows, picked up a bamboo bow from the bamboo basket, weighed it, it was quite heavy, then held the bow in his left hand, put his right hand on the bowstring, and pulled it hard, the bow was like a full moon, and it didn't take much effort. With so much strength, Ling Tao even felt that if he used a little more strength, he might be able to break the bamboo bow.

"Mr. Ling is really strong. We tried it when we wound it in the morning. Due to the different materials of these bamboo bows, the strength to draw them may range from fifty catties to eighty catties. I didn't expect that Mr. Ling could do it so easily. Pull it away," the black-faced old man exclaimed.

Ling Tao didn't say anything. As soon as he loosened his fingers, the bowstring hummed and trembled unceasingly. If he had strengthened himself so many times and practiced military boxing for so long, if he couldn't even pull this bow easily Open, then there is a problem.

"Have you tried all the power?"Ling Tao asked.

"Not yet, the bowstring was brought here just after the bowstring was strung, but it's ready, Mr. Ling, look over there," said the black-faced old man, pointing to one side of the playground.

Ling Tao looked and found that at some point, there was a shelf on the edge of the playground, with a wooden board on it, and some crooked circles were drawn on it, and it was unknown whose masterpiece it was.

"Mr. Ling, please test the power of these bamboo bows for us," some villagers booed.

Encouraged by the villagers, Ling Tao became interested. He held a bow in one hand, and put an arrow on the bowstring in the other. He opened the bow and drew it into a full moon. He aimed at a wooden board about 40 meters away. A lasing sound came out.

Then, then there was no more, the arrow didn't know where it flew.

In such a situation, the villagers suddenly burst into laughter, not ridiculing, but just finding it funny.

Ling Tao blushed, threw the bamboo bow into the bamboo basket and said, "Hehe, this is the first time for me to use a bow and arrow, so I won't make a fool of myself. Come, let me have a look."

Speaking of Ling Tao walking aside, Xin Dao said that in addition to practicing military boxing, swinging swords and military stabs, I am afraid that he will have to practice bow and arrow skills. .

Then a villager came out, and was introduced by someone nearby, saying that this villager used to be a good hunter in the village, and he was good at archery.

He found a bamboo bow suitable for him in the bamboo basket, then opened the bow and set an arrow, and shot it out. The arrow hit the wooden board three to forty meters away with a sound, penetrating three points into the wood, and the tail trembled endlessly.

"This bow needs about 80 catties of arm strength. The lethality at this distance is the best, but it is not the limit. If you use the projectile method, [-] meters should be the best and most lethal distance for this bow," said the villager. Looking at the 'archery target' in the distance, he nodded and said.

When he said this, none of the surrounding villagers had any objections, and apparently all agreed with him.

Since the school is full of bamboo poles, it is obviously impossible to experiment with the projectile method he mentioned, so he can only give up.

Bamboo bows are easy to make. I made a lot of them yesterday, and I can make two battle brigades with a hundred people each with a bow. Then Ling Tao said: "Everyone come and choose the bamboo bows that suit you, but the arrows are limited. There can only be five of them."

People from the two brigades chose the bamboo bows that suit them, and proceeded in an orderly manner. This time lasted almost an hour. A's Ling Tao was extremely hot, but he could only endure it.

Ling Tao didn't choose bows and arrows. Firstly, these bamboo bows were too weak for his strength, and he was afraid that they would be broken if he accidentally pulled them. Secondly, he had a gun in his hand, so he wouldn't be able to use it for the time being.

After everyone finished selecting, Ling Tao stood in front and looked at the villagers who were holding a spear and a bow and said, "Well, for the sake of caution, leave [-] villagers to protect the school, and everyone else will go out with me to find useful supplies ".

"Okay, everything is according to Mr. Ling's arrangement," the villagers said enthusiastically.

After their fight with the mutated beast yesterday, after a night of preparation, and now that they had weapons in their hands, they were no longer so afraid of the mutated beast, and everyone was still a little eager to try.

Watching Ling Tao take eighty villagers out of the school, Mr. Zhou, who appeared here at some time, stroked his beard and said, "The so-called raging soldiers, a raging nest, if it wasn't for Ling Tao, the little guy who took the lead, I'm afraid People in Zhoujia Village can only wait here to die..."

"It's all the luck of our Zhou Family Village. It's a pity that brother Zhuzi brought him, but I..." the black-faced old man sighed.

"Hey..., this is fate..." Taigong Zhou said sadly, Zhou Zhuzi is his son, although he is already old, but with him, it is still a white-haired man sending a black-haired man...

(End of this chapter)