Chapter 1171: Not a Single Dark Cloud

Sure enough, they had not advanced very far when a volley of spears flew directly over; had they not been hunched over, those spears would have struck the Huaxia Soldiers directly.

To throw far enough, the angle must be a bit higher during the throw, using that high angle to achieve distance; if thrown straight, one must use an exceptional amount of force, and in any case, throwing a spear is not an easy task.

In conditions of such heavy fog, throwing spears is more like a game of chance; as long as you throw enough, you will eventually hit something, and since they are basically Wooden Spears or tipped with stone, the cost is low, and it is perfectly fine for one person to carry several; as long as you hit one, you have already made a huge profit.

After pushing forward another few dozen meters, everyone felt they were panting heavily; the fog had not dissipated, and it was now tainted with a bit of the scent of blood, making everyone's senses even more impaired.

Otherwise, those with a keen sense of smell could easily detect the rank, foul odor of a person dampened by the fog in such humid air, but now there was the smell of blood everywhere, along with the scent of mud and Grass, making it impossible to smell clearly.

As the commander, Shaoyin was also walking at the very front; everyone had stretched the battle line very wide, and in such dense fog, it was impossible to maintain a uniform speed of advance, so for the sake of command timeliness, Shaoyin had to be at the very front to give orders to advance or halt in time.

As soon as he stopped, the Soldiers he could see nearby could also stop in time, and the Soldiers further away would not end up unaware of the situation, blindly pushing forward, and eventually becoming separated from the main force.

After Shaoyin stopped, he pricked up his ears to listen carefully and could already hear the rustling of footsteps in the distance, as well as a bit of conversation; he could not judge the distance, but human figures were not yet visible, and Shaoyin believed that the other side was also observing at this moment, guessing their movements, and likely never expected them to launch an attack in such weather.

But this was also reasonable; after all, such thick fog was the perfect opportunity for an attack—if their Jiang Surname Tribe could do it, why couldn't he?

It was just that this sudden encounter had disrupted the Huaxia plan, and now they could only play it by ear.

Xiong was on the mountaintop, listening to the screams in the distance, and his heart panicked instantly; according to the timing and the speed of advance, they should not have launched an attack at this time—this was unreasonable, unless an accident had occurred.

Xuanyuan also heard the sounds, but he hurriedly urged Xiong: "Stay steady, stay steady, don't be anxious yet, let's listen a bit more; we cannot fall into chaos."

Xiong nodded; he was a bit nervous but knew what had to be done—it was impossible to lose his footing and immediately send the remaining Soldiers to provide support, ending the battle prematurely just because of this small change; Xuanyuan, meanwhile, was afraid that Xiong would worry about Shaoyin and delay the entire battle for his sake.

This was something Xuanyuan could not accept; if Xiong dared to order the Soldiers to provide support now, he could immediately dissolve the alliance with Baifeng upon returning and no longer attack the Shennong Clan with Huaxia; he would rather suffer a bit more loss and spend more time than let the Huaxia troops ruin him.

And Xiong could only trust Shaoyin now; Shaoyin's ability was no worse than his own, and he believed he could handle it; if support were truly needed, he would naturally blow the Whistle, and it would not be too late for them to provide support once the Whistle sounded.

Fortunately, such screams did not last long and stopped immediately; they guessed it must have been a small skirmish, the kind that could not be avoided, and the ensuing war would likely not be as easy as expected.

Shaoyin and his men were still waiting, and the other side did not move either, perhaps waiting to see who would lose patience first; Shaoyin was not anxious at all, as they had already lowered their bodies and had the charging Soldiers hold their Shields in front.

Now they were just waiting for the fog to clear; once the fog cleared, they would be able to let loose; last time, too many of Huaxia's Weapons were not used, which was why they suffered such a great loss, but this time it was different—Huaxia had brought everything out, and it would be strange if they still could not win.

Because of the sudden change in the situation, Xiong also issued instructions to move the Strong Crossbows further down and move the boxes of Explosives down as well, now ready to fire at any moment; if the Bed Crossbows were too far away, the range might not be enough, and if a full-scale battle broke out, the Bombs could not be fired into the crowd for fear of accidentally injuring their own people.

The sun rose higher and higher, and as the sun rose, the fog dissipated quickly; after all, it was a plain, and there was only a small valley here, so the fog would not remain as thick at noon as it would in the deep mountains.

The fog thinned bit by bit, and the field of vision extended bit by bit; Shaoyin could see the figures on the other side, all standing straight and waiting, while the Huaxia Soldiers were all lying prone or crouching to hide their forms, which was also a way to dodge the thrown spears.

The view became clearer and clearer, and Xuanyuan and the others standing on high ground already had the exact location of the enemy; it would not be long before both sides could see each other clearly; they could see figures now, but everyone was holding back, and no one made the first move.

Xiong made a prompt decision and ordered the Soldiers: "Quick! Push the Strong Crossbows further down; once the distance is sufficient, immediately attach the Bombs and bombard them at will!"

Once the order was given, the Soldiers were also excited; the two Strong Crossbows were pushed rapidly forward, and in the end, it was as if they were being carried; the Soldiers carrying the Explosives and the Arrows were all moving forward quickly.

Upon reaching a position where they were sure they could fire, they immediately fixed the Strong Crossbows in place, and then three men exerted force to pull the bow open and set the string; after the Bomb was tied to the spear-like Arrow, they aimed at the sky, immediately lit the long Fuse, and used a hammer to strike the Banjiji, and the long arrows carrying the Bombs flew rapidly toward the enemy camp.

However, both Strong Crossbows missed; they went very far, but they did not land in the crowd at all, instead blowing dirt and Grass high into the air.

Hearing the explosions, the people of the Jiang Surname Tribe were instantly panicked; they were at a loss, wanting to retreat but not knowing where to retreat to, and not daring to charge, falling into a state of chaos for a moment.

The two Tribal Chiefs of the Jiang Surname Tribe heard the thunderous sound and immediately looked at the location of the explosion; seeing that no one had been hurt, their hearts were much more settled, and they were even quite happy.

"The Great Shaman on the other side has started summoning Heavenly Thunder so quickly, and twice at that, but neither hit; that's good, we don't need to fear him today, as he likely has no way to summon Heavenly Thunder again."

Jiang Cheng looked up at the sky: "The sun is already out, there isn't a single dark cloud, let the Soldiers charge!"