Chapter 269: Even a lion hunting a rabbit needs to give its all!

After Chen Wuji reminded them, everyone's attention fell on the bows and arrows beside the Long Spear.

"I can't see clearly, but it seems maybe a bit smaller than the ones we use?" Chen Luozi narrowed his eyes, almost staring himself blind, he asked uncertainly.

Chen Wuji said, "Your eyesight really isn't good; compared to the bows we use, it's much smaller, and the material for the bow looks like mulberry or zhe wood or something like that."

A hunter must have a good pair of eyes, not only to see far, but also to have keen eyesight.

This is probably the best thing Chen Wuji inherited from the original owner.

In his previous life, although he wasn't nearsighted, he repeatedly teetered on the edge of being nearsighted.

If placed in his previous life, even if those bows were within a hundred meters, he couldn't tell what material they were made of. While scrolling videos unintentionally, he saw many African tribal hunters able to see license plates a kilometer away; his first reaction then was, "Damn, they're messing with an unsolved mystery—how could human vision be that exaggerated?"

But now he believes it.

That nest is about four to five hundred meters away from him.

But he can clearly see what the bows and arrows look like; the patina on them is also very clear, with no blur at all.

"Have you ever seen hunters using this kind of bow?" Chen Wuji asked.

After a moment's thought, Chen Luozi said, "I've seen the most made of bamboo, plus some zishan wood; mulberry and zhe wood seem relatively rare around here."

"Actually, the main point is that the style of this bow is different; the bows used by Yunan hunters are all similar, and I've never seen one this small—this is indeed somewhat strange."

Chen Wuji nodded.

The bow he previously used was made of zishan wood; it's a good bow, not cheap, and its price isn't much lower than the horn bow he's currently using.

But for most hunters, this investment is somewhat luxurious; they're more accustomed to making bows and arrows from bamboo themselves. Although bamboo easily warps and molds when damp, this stuff is lightweight and cheap—you don't need to spend a single copper coin to find your preferred material in the mountains.

"I feel they're like scouts of the Qiang People." Chen Wuji said in a low voice.

Although they wear the clothing of Dayu Commoners, there isn't much visible difference in appearance.

But various clues give him a strong suspicion.

Chen Luozi's face showed a hint of a cruel smile: "Actually, there's no need to think so much—just kill them and leave one alive to ask, and we'll know. They've abducted women and are playing this disgusting game, treating those two women as playthings; chopping them up wouldn't be unjust at all."

"Move in!" Chen Wuji said, "I'll draw the enemy's attention; you ambush left and right, act as the situation demands."

"For such a small matter, you still need to pull out tactics? Wuji, your mind is getting dirtier and dirtier." Chen Luozi chuckled lowly, making a joke.

Chen Wuji was speechless: "If we rush straight over, there's risk—what if they take those two women as hostages? If we can kill one of them by surprise, why take this risk?"

If there's usable terrain, we could silently approach and take their lives when they have no weapons; that would naturally be best.

But their campfire is about ten meters from the nest; at that distance, when Chen Wuji and the others charge out of the woods, they'd have enough time to react and grab their weapons.

Since that's the case, we might as well just walk the dog.

Chen Wuji made a hand signal, pointed to the woods on the right, then sneaked over.

At the angle between the two mountains, the lake stretched out like a tail, forming a narrow shallow area.

Here, the distance to the nest is less than two hundred meters.

Chen Wuji walked out of the woods, holding his bow in his left hand, and shouted loudly: "Grandson, release those two ladies, or I'll draw my bow."

He disguised himself as a hotheaded hero rescuing beauties, preparing to challenge the six opponents single-handedly.

By the fire, six men in short brown garments, with their pant legs rolled up, heard the shout and looked over; then they rose angrily, and one pointed at Chen Wuji's nose and yelled: "What damn thing is yapping over there? Get lost quick, or I'll feed your head to the fish."

One man beside him suddenly stepped forward, politely calling out to Chen Wuji: "Brother, you've misunderstood; they're our wives and concubines, not abducted—if you don't believe me, ask them."

The two women looked nervous, weakly nodding.

"Do you think I'm blind? Release them!" Chen Wuji shouted.

The man who had spoken first flew into a rage, stooping to snatch a knife from the nearby sand, then strode toward Chen Wuji, cursing: "Damn your mother, you little turtle bastard, do you even know your place?"

"Stand there; if you move again, I'll shoot!" Chen Wuji shouted.

That man suddenly sprang up, his eyes turning dangerous.

At that very moment, the other five also quickly began to arm themselves.

Chen Wuji hesitated not, and loosed an arrow.

The triangular sharp arrow, trailing a string of blood flowers, pierced into his chest, the shaft going in nearly one-fifth; at such close range, Chen Wuji was using a hard bow, whose penetrating power is extremely strong.

The triangular arrow is a highly trusted armor-piercing arrowhead on the battlefield.

An arrow capable of piercing armor can definitely penetrate three-tenths into a foe wearing only a single layer of clothing.

With a thud, he fell to the ground.

He struggled to stand up, but his attempts failed several times.

However, he managed to let the arrow pass through his back and exit.

At that moment, the other five also had their bows, arrows, and knives ready; seeing this, Chen Wuji turned and ran, meanwhile throwing out a harsh remark: "You bunch of wastes, if you've got the skill, don't sleep these few days—I've got you marked."

The arrow whizzed past his ear, startling Chen Wuji; he darted into the woods on his left.

These few people's archery is fairly strong; a little more and they would have hit the mark.

Fortunately, they were aiming for his head, not his chest.

The other five didn't bother to check whether that man was dead or not, and hurriedly pursued.

Just then, Chen Luozi and the others burst out.

Those five were all drawing their bowstrings, completely unaware of the ambush in the woods beside them; they were taken completely by surprise, not even managing to loose an arrow before Chen Luozi's group hacked them down.

It was a very fair five-on-five, as if precisely calculated, one-on-one extremely equitable.

Chen Luozi felled his opponent with a single blow, originally intending to deliver a second strike, but upon turning he saw everyone else had already finished; Chen Wushuang had even chopped off the enemy's head, so he hastily sheathed his blade, leaving one alive.

"What are you up to?" Chen Luozi demanded harshly, stepping on the wound in the man's chest.

That man's face was ferocious: "Who are you?"

He even threw the question back.