392: Chapter 392 Wotu is naked, shoot!

Afterward, they one after another pulled out the fire pistons given to them by Zhang Liang.

Zhang Liang had studied the principles of these fire pistons, so he was easily able to manufacture them.

With the help of the fire pistons, the efficiency of the Qihuo Army in setting the felt tents ablaze increased significantly.

After unscrewing the caps of the fire pistons, they gave a gentle blow, and the faint spark instantly flared into a bright flame.

They applied the fire pistons to the kerosene, and with a 'whoosh,' the oil ignited instantly.

The fire fed on the wind, tongues of flame spreading rapidly to swallow the felt tents one by one.

Under the powerful combustion of the kerosene, the felt tents erupted into a raging inferno, illuminating the entire night sky as billowing smoke surged into the heavens.

This sudden conflagration instantly alerted the Langwo Tribe.

Chaos immediately erupted within the tribe, with shouts and the sound of galloping hooves intertwining.

The Sages, however, remained calm; they had long since taken precautions, with five hundred men standing by on standby.

They even held their scimitars while sleeping to prevent the Qihuo Army from taking advantage of the darkness to raid their camp.

Now, just as they had expected, the Qihuo Army really had come to launch a sneak attack.

The Sages arranged for some people to fight the fire while ordering the five or six hundred Axmen and swordsmen to strike out and kill these Qihuo Army members who dared to raid the camp.

Amidst the flickering firelight, the tall and sturdy warriors of the Langwo Tribe charged out from the felt tents.

They were of massive build, gripping scimitars tightly in their hands, the blades glinting with a cold, icy light under the reflection of the flames.

"Die for me!"

Their eyes revealed ferocity and rage, like provoked beasts charging at the Qihuo Army with menacing looks. These old fogies who refused to die actually dared to raid the camp. If they didn't show them some color, they really wouldn't know that they were already useless and that their era had passed.

Because the Langwo Tribe warriors were so large, they were extremely conspicuous in one's field of vision, which greatly increased the probability of the Repeating Crossbows hitting them.

However, the Qihuo Army did not blindly shoot at their torsos.

After all, in the dead of winter, these Langwo Tribe warriors were all wearing thick leather coats. Those coats were meticulously crafted from tough animal hides, and they wore them so thick and tightly that it was equivalent to wearing a layer of natural armor.

Even if the arrows hit, it was difficult for them to penetrate deep into the body, making it hard to deal a fatal blow.

The members of the Qihuo Army were mostly experienced old hunters, and they knew the enemy's weaknesses well.

At this moment, they calmly adjusted their sights, aiming precisely at the faces of these Langwo Tribe warriors.

Their gazes were steady and focused, and the Repeating Crossbows in their hands adjusted slightly as their targets moved.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

The Repeating Crossbows made crisp sounds as arrows shot out like falling stars, piercing the night sky and flying toward the Langwo Tribe warriors with chilling killing intent.

The accuracy of the arrows they shot was excellent, with almost every arrow hitting its mark.

One after another, the Langwo Tribe warriors were hit in the face; the ferocity on their faces froze instantly, and their bodies, like heavy sacks of grain, slumped to the ground, splashing up snow.

Blood spread across the snow, dyeing the pure white ground a piercing red. Beside the fallen Langwo Tribe warriors, their scimitars also dropped, making dull thuds.

However, the Langwo Tribe warriors behind them did not shrink back because of this; they continued to shout and charge forward recklessly, attempting to break through the Qihuo Army's defensive line.

Besides wanting to avenge their companions, the Sages had their personal guards act as a Supervisory Squad; if anyone dared to retreat, they would be shot dead by the guards' bows and arrows.

"Charge!"

"Charge for me, kill these old guys!"

The Sages of the Langwo Tribe shouted loudly from the rear to boost morale while simultaneously looking for weaknesses in the Qihuo Army's line.

They knew well that if they could not quickly repel these invading enemies, the Langwo Tribe would suffer a heavy blow.

On the Qihuo Army's side, although Langwo Tribe warriors continued to fall, they were also facing immense pressure.

These Langwo Tribe warriors were all elites, and the speed at which they charged was extremely fast.

The distance between the two sides closed rapidly.

Beyond ten paces, the Repeating Crossbow was formidable; within ten paces, the Repeating Crossbow was both fast and accurate.

More and more Langwo Tribe warriors fell from being hit by arrows.

Zhang Liang watched the tense situation; although the Qihuo Army currently held the upper hand, once those fearless Langwo Tribe warriors broke into their ranks, it would instantly cause massive casualties to the Qihuo Army.

They were fighting in the Langwo Tribe's home base; once the opponent regained their senses and mobilized a large number of tribesmen, they would be driven into a corner!

Zhang Liang quickly thought of a countermeasure in his mind.

He knew he had to quickly come up with a method that could completely stabilize the situation.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck his mind.

"Gudu."

Zhang Liang called Gudu over and said to him, "Take a hundred men, circle around to the rear of the Sages, launch an attack on them, and disrupt their command!"

"Understood."

Gudu took the order and left, taking a hundred Qihuo Army soldiers. They left the main force, took a circuitous route to the rear of the Sages, and launched a surprise attack on them.

"What's the situation?"

At this time, Wutu also emerged from his felt tent. He saw the Sages directing the battle and asked them about the situation.

Wutu had crawled out of a nest of beauties; in this dead of winter, he had only haphazardly thrown on a single layer of clothing and grabbed a scimitar before rushing out of the tent.

It was only because his constitution was strong; otherwise, it was over ten degrees below zero!

The Sages replied, "It's Zhang Liang's Qihuo Army launching an attack on us."

"What!"

Wutu was shocked to hear this and said, "How do these people dare? A bunch of people who are about to lie in coffins still won't stay quiet!"

At this moment, taking advantage of the chaos on the battlefield, Gudu crouched low and led a hundred Qihuo Army soldiers, having already crept up behind Wutu.

Gudu had sharp eyes; seeing Wutu, he pointed at him and shouted, "That's Wutu."

"Shoot him, hurry up and shoot him!"

"Everyone, don't worry about aiming; Wutu isn't wearing clothes, just aim at Wutu and shoot!"

Wutu was extremely depressed hearing this. Damn it, who isn't wearing clothes? This Chief is still wearing a single shirt and pants.

Under Gudu's command, over a hundred Qihuo Army soldiers aimed their Repeating Crossbows at Wutu and launched a sudden volley.

"Swish swish swish, swish swish swish..."

In an instant, arrows fell like a rainstorm, shooting toward the Chief of the Langwo Tribe.

Wutu brandished the long blade in his hand, trying to block the incoming arrows.

However, facing the dense rain of arrows, he gradually became overwhelmed.

Just then, an arrow grazed his cheek, slicing his skin, and blood flowed down his face.

Wutu was startled; he had never thought that these old men he usually looked down upon could actually bring him such a great threat.

He began to realize that his previous underestimation of the enemy might cause the Langwo Tribe to pay a heavy price.

"Shoot, keep shooting!"

"Don't let those Sages off either!"

Gudu continued to give orders.

Under his command, the group of Qihuo Army soldiers also aimed their Repeating Crossbows at the Sages and fired.

The Sages of the Langwo Tribe began to struggle to dodge amidst the rain of arrows.

"Ah!"

One of the Sages was unfortunately hit in the arm by an arrow, the sharp pain causing him to cry out.

As Wutu and the Sages fell into crisis, the offensive rhythm of the Langwo Tribe warriors began to be disrupted.

A large number of Langwo Tribe warriors were shot dead, which also caused fear of these Qihuo Army soldiers with Repeating Crossbows to sprout in their hearts.

Their morale was severely hit, and the momentum of their attack gradually weakened.

"Kill them!"

Zhang Liang saw the opportunity and commanded his Qihuo Army to launch a counter-charge.

"Kill!"

"Charge!"

The Qihuo Army shouted loudly, charging toward the Langwo Tribe warriors from all directions.

They constantly pulled their triggers, and the rain of arrows was like a downpour, surging toward the Langwo Tribe warriors.

"Ah, ahhh!"

Amidst screams, the bodies of the Langwo Tribe warriors fell heavily to the ground.

"Run, hurry and run!"

Their morale was finally shattered by the Qihuo Army; they ignored the obstruction of the Supervisory Squad and fled.

When there were few deserters, the Supervisory Squad could still control the situation.

When everyone began to rout, the Supervisory Squad knew that their cause was lost.

Watching a massive wave of arrows sweep toward them, the members of the Supervisory Squad also felt their souls leave their bodies in terror.

Out of the instinct to survive, they also greased their feet and ran incredibly fast.