393: Chapter 393 The Wotu Who Was Shot in the Buttocks

Zhang Liang saw that the morale of the Langwo Tribe warriors had completely collapsed and knew his combat objectives had been achieved.

Next, it was time for him to integrate the Langwo Tribe warriors.

Naturally, it was impossible for him to kill all of the Langwo Tribe warriors.

Only by incorporating the Langwo Tribe warriors into his ranks could his power be enhanced.

He had the Qihuo Army shout: "Drop your weapons! Those who surrender will be spared!"

The Qihuo Army did not hesitate for a second and shouted in unison: "Drop your weapons! Those who surrender will be spared!"

Their voices converged like rolling thunder, echoing over the pasture.

The repeated angry shouts seemed to possess an invisible force, striking at the hearts of the Langwo Tribe warriors.

At this moment, the Langwo Tribe warriors watched their companions fall one by one, while their leader Wutu and the Sages had also fallen into crisis; their morale had already plummeted to the absolute bottom.

Their eyes were filled with fear and confusion, and the scimitars in their hands seemed to become incredibly heavy.

Hearing the shouts of the Qihuo Army, many began to waver. Especially as they watched the Qihuo Army closing in and saw the Repeating Crossbows aimed at them, the instinct for survival gradually took the upper hand.

Finally, one Langwo Tribe warrior was the first to drop the weapon in his hand.

The scimitar hit the ground with a "clang," making a crisp and abrupt sound on the silent battlefield.

Following that, like a chain reaction, more and more Langwo Tribe warriors followed suit, throwing their weapons onto the ground.

"I surrender, I surrender! Don't kill me!"

"I surrender too! Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

Their faces were full of fear, and their eyes revealed a desperate longing for life.

Seeing this, Zhang Liang immediately called out to the Qihuo Army: "Everyone, take their weapons and tie them up! Be careful, don't be ambushed by anyone feigning surrender."

"Understood!"

The Qihuo Army moved into action quickly.

Their division of labor was clear: two men aimed Repeating Crossbows at a Langwo Tribe warrior, while another used rope to bind him securely and take away his weapons.

This way, even if someone wanted to feign surrender for an ambush, the two Qihuo soldiers staring him down could react quickly and kill him.

Zhang Liang being this cautious was not actually his own original idea.

Zhao Fusu often published stories in the newspapers, and Zhang Liang had once seen a short story Zhao Fusu wrote titled "The Cunning Soldier."

[A soldier, seeing enemy troops approaching aggressively, slowly raised both hands to indicate surrender.]

[The enemy soldiers, seeing his hands raised high and without weapons, gradually let down their guard. On the battlefield, those who surrender are usually seen as having lost their ability to resist, so the enemy soldiers' wariness decreased as they slowly approached the soldier who had his hands up.]

[As the enemy soldiers drew near, they never imagined that this seemingly non-threatening person surrendering was actually hiding a deadly intent.]

[As it turned out, the hands the soldier had raised were fake, while his real hands were hidden inside his wide robes, tightly gripping a Repeating Crossbow, waiting for the perfect moment to strike. Just as an unsuspecting enemy soldier walked up to his side to take him away, The Cunning Soldier suddenly attacked.]

[With lightning speed, he pulled the Repeating Crossbow from his robes, aimed it at the enemy soldier, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.]

[With a "whoosh," a sharp bolt shot out like a flash of lightning, instantly piercing the enemy soldier's chest.]

[The enemy soldier's eyes widened, his face filled with shock and indignation. Before he could even react to what had happened, he fell straight to the ground, blood quickly spreading beneath him.]

[The other four enemy soldiers were furious, but before they could attack, a bolt flew toward each of their faces.]

[The Cunning Soldier used the Repeating Crossbow to launch an attack on them. None of the four enemy soldiers could react in time before being struck in the face by the bolts, dying miserable deaths.]

[After killing the five enemy soldiers, The Cunning Soldier did not panic at all.]

[He looked around alertly, and after confirming that no other enemy troops had noticed the commotion, he quickly dragged the bodies to the nearby grass to hide them. After burying the blood with soil, it was as if nothing had ever happened.]

[Then, he raised those fake hands again, standing in place to continue waiting for the next prey to take the bait.]

[Not long after, another enemy soldier saw his raised fake hands.]

[The same scene caused this enemy soldier to also lower his guard, thinking it was just another surrendering enemy and nothing to worry about.]

[Thus, he swaggered over. The moment he got close, The Cunning Soldier repeated his trick, quickly producing the Repeating Crossbow and firing at the enemy soldier. The poor soldier died before he could make any reaction.]

[The Cunning Soldier continued in the same manner, lured and killed approaching enemy soldiers one after another. His figure moved between the grass and the edge of the battlefield, every strike precise and fatal.]

[As time passed, more and more enemy soldiers fell under his Repeating Crossbow, and until their deaths, they never expected that this person who appeared to be surrendering was so devious and hid such a terrifying killing move.]

This short story written by Zhao Fusu had a huge impact on Zhang Liang, making him realize the importance of the Repeating Crossbow in actual combat and heightening his vigilance. One cannot be careless in real battle; after all, you only have one life, and if you die, you're truly dead.

"Drop your weapons! Those who surrender will be spared!"

More and more Langwo Tribe warriors surrendered and were tied up with their hands behind their backs by the Qihuo Army using pre-prepared ropes.

The Langwo Tribe warriors did not resist, silently enduring it all.

They knew that resistance at this point was meaningless and would only put them in an even more dangerous position.

Soon, most of the Langwo Tribe warriors were successfully tied up and gathered together.

Zhang Liang looked at these captives and said to the Qihuo soldiers guarding them: "Guard them well, do not lower your guard."

"Understood!"

The Qihuo soldiers responsible for guarding the captives all responded.

Wutu, the leader of the Langwo Tribe, watched his warriors drop their weapons and surrender one after another, his heart filled with shock, anger, and a deep sense of fear.

He knew well that once captured by the Qihuo Army, what awaited him would be the humiliating fate of becoming a prisoner, something his proud and arrogant self could never accept.

Thus, Wutu steeled his heart and decided to flee; as long as he lived, there would be a chance for a comeback.

Wutu's eyes darted around, and taking advantage of the chaos on the battlefield, he spotted a gap. Crouching low like a startled rabbit, he bolted toward the edge of the battlefield.

His speed was extremely fast.

He had only one thought in his mind: escape from this terrifying place.

Just as Wutu was fleeing, Gudu, who had been closely monitoring the battlefield's movements, discovered his actions.

Gudu's eyes were like torches, recognizing at a glance that the figure fleeing desperately was indeed Wutu. He thought to himself that this was bad; he must not let Wutu escape.

"Where do you think you're going!"

Gudu shouted loudly, his voice still clearly audible amidst the cold wind and the sounds of battle.

As he shouted, he quickly picked up the Repeating Crossbow beside him.

The Repeating Crossbow seemed to come alive in his hands as he skillfully adjusted the angle, steadily aiming the sight at Wutu's buttocks.

Originally, Gudu only wanted to hit the flesh of Wutu's buttocks to make him lose his ability to run so he could be captured alive.

However, the instinct for survival made Wutu sense the danger behind him.

He saw the bolt fired by Gudu from the Repeating Crossbow coming toward his backside.

Wutu was terrified.

As he ran, he twisted his hips, trying to dodge the bolt Gudu had fired.

It was precisely this panicked hip-twisting motion that caused the fired bolt to land perfectly on target.

"Argh!"

Wutu let out a wretched howl like a slaughtered pig, the sound sharp and shrill, echoing through the night sky.

The bolt buried itself deep into his rectum, and intense pain instantly surged through his entire body.

His body stumbled forward uncontrollably for a few steps before he crashed heavily to the ground.

He clutched his backside tightly with both hands, blood gushing from between his fingers and staining the snowy ground beneath him red.