This time is not the past. Even if you have more gunpowder, we are not afraid. Even if everyone dies, we will take down this mountain.

The head of the Zhao family shouted loudly, "Shoot the arrow! Shoot the arrow!"

He didn't need to give orders at all! When the soldiers behind the bunker just emerged, the archer had already begun to look up at the sky at forty-five degrees and was ready to shoot.

"put!"

The leader in the formation shouted loudly.

"Peng!"

Hundreds of feather arrows soared into the air, and a dark cloud enveloped the soldiers on the bunker.

Then... it was like water dripping from rocks, wind over the hills, hundreds of feathered arrows fell into the military formation, but did not have any impact on them.

The crossbowmen were all a little dumbfounded. Could it be that so many arrows were all lost?

Hell?

"preparation!"

"put!"

The second round of arrow rain followed closely, and the locust flew towards the soldiers of Junshan! Then... the splash of water did not splash, and the soldiers of Junshan seemed to have a god to protect their bodies, completely ignoring the overwhelming rain of arrows.

The crossbowmen were no longer calm... What's going on?

Everyone looked at the leader in the formation with confusion, and the leaders were speechless.

They deeply doubted this reality.

Zhu Zhen and others were behind the cover, and their bodies began to twitch.

Yang Xun covered his stomach and smirked, "Lord, these stupid guys won't read the "Romance of the Three Kingdoms" you wrote at a glance, and they don't even understand the borrowing arrows on the straw boat.

I worked hard at the straw man, but I didn't look for the real shooting position."

The head of the Zhao family began to panic. Even if he was wearing armor on the opposite side, the dense rain of arrows should have fallen.

Unless, unless they are not humans! After the head of the Zhao family understood, he immediately shouted: "Don't waste your energy, that's a straw man!"

The archers were no longer able to do it. After shooting at a group of grass men for a long time, they were already exhausted.

As they just put down their bows and arrows and stretched their arms, Yang Xun and others quickly jumped onto the cover, raised the balls of blessings, lit them with a torch and threw them down.

Fireballs are made of bamboo slices and iron wire, and the weeds cut from the mountains these days are exposed to the sun.

When it gets burned a little, a raging flame immediately ignits.

Because it is a ball and the skeleton is made of iron or fresh bamboo, it can ensure that they roll on the hillside for a long time without falling apart.
Chapter completed!