Chapter 1392: Offensive and Defensive Battle (Part 2)

"Boom!"

The bombs began to detonate amidst the crowd; the firelight appeared exceptionally bright in the pitch-black night. A series of explosions in different locations allowed the charging people to personally experience the terror of the bombs.

However, for Huaxia, the effect of this attack was too poor, because the enemy seemed to know the weakness of the bombs and had all dispersed quite widely. There were not many people within the effective attack range of a single bomb, resulting in very limited lethality.

Not to mention being blown to pieces by the bombs, the number of people injured by shrapnel was very limited. The only effect was that the sound was very loud, providing sufficient intimidation.

The rumors brewing over the past few days had already made them extremely fearful of Heavenly Thunder, and now that such dense sounds of Heavenly Thunder rang out, the people of several tribes were already scared out of their wits.

But those Leaders knew they had no way back, so after a brief moment of shock, they continued to urge incessantly: "Charge up! Charge up!"

The speed of the charge slowed down, their formations became somewhat chaotic, and some were even retreating, wanting to flee, but the overall situation was still pushing upward.

When the Heavenly Thunder exploded with firelight, Jiebing, who was watching the battle from the foot of the mountain, had his eyes suddenly twitch in fear, and his feet uncontrollably took a few steps back. Such power, such terror, made his heart feel like it was beating a drum, thumping incessantly.

Jiang Ming and Jiang Cheng were also commanding at the foot of the mountain. The sound of the Heavenly Thunder made them fearful, but they were not as terrified as Jiebing. Their worry for the future of their own tribe had already outweighed the current fear; they could still distinguish between the relative importance of losing some people versus their entire tribe being finished.

Those Platoon Leaders and Battalion Commanders discovered the effect was not obvious, but through the recent firelight, they had clearly seen some of the enemy's distribution, so they gave the order to begin the second round of bombing.

However, this pause in the middle made the people of the Jiang Surname Tribe think that after such continuous release of Heavenly Thunder, the Great Shaman's ability seemed to have entered a state of depletion, and for a while, there was no way to release Heavenly Thunder so continuously again.

Thus, they roared even more vigorously: "No more Heavenly Thunder! Charge quickly! No more Heavenly Thunder!"

All the Leaders, as well as their Soldiers, were repeating these words, the purpose being to make the women at the very front charge faster. The noise was chaotic, but those women could not hear it at all.

They held Wooden Spears in their hands, and seeing they were about to reach the top, the constant flying wooden sticks caught them off guard. Furthermore, the tall and fierce Xuanyuan Tribe Soldiers standing directly in front of them made them afraid to advance; once they advanced, death was inevitable.

But the men behind had already pushed up, and the loose formation gradually began to crowd behind the women. The men were constantly urging, even using their hands to push, making those women move forward, but the women at the very front were somewhat afraid.

The bolder women were the targets of the Huaxia Crossbowmen. Anyone who dared to charge, at such a close distance, would definitely be hit. It was like calling a roll, picking off those women who wanted to poke their heads out one by one.

But soon a situation arose, and Huaxia Crossbowmen began to shout: "Out of arrows! Out of arrows! Quickly bring arrows!"

In the initial plan, they had not expected to fight to this extent. It was difficult for Crossbowmen to have such a long time to keep shooting like this, and now it resulted in the headless wooden arrows they had prepared being completely exhausted.

As for the other headless wooden arrows, as well as arrows with Stone Arrowheads and Iron Arrowheads, they were all stored in the Tents. Now everyone was at their respective positions, and no matter how they shouted, no one went to get arrows for them.

The noise was too chaotic, and Lu, standing on high ground, could not hear it at all. His gaze was locked on the Soldiers preparing to throw bombs again; he wanted the bombs to have a miraculous effect and had not thought the crossbows could contribute too much.

Xuanyuan, who had been patrolling with a Weapon, heard such shouting and hurriedly arranged for Yinglong: "Yinglong! Quickly, take the Soldiers to deliver arrows to their people!"

Yinglong was just about to agree, but immediately thought that the Tents where Huaxia stored Weapons were not allowed to be entered by others, and they were usually guarded.

"Tribal Chief, we cannot get in! Those are Huaxia's Tents!"

In his urgency, Xuanyuan directly grabbed a Huaxia Soldier who was anxiously shouting: "Go! Take our Soldiers to your Tents to get arrows! No one else is going to get them for you!"

That Soldier was stunned for a few seconds and felt it was wrong: "I can't! I don't have the authority!"

Xuanyuan directly punched that Soldier in the chest: "Look, is there a single idle person from your Huaxia here? If you don't go get them, you won't have a single arrow to use!"

The Soldier turned his head and took a look, discovering that the camp was basically empty. Everyone was fully prepared, ready for hand-to-hand combat at any time. The number of Huaxia Soldiers was small to begin with, and under such circumstances, not one was idle; everyone had to go into battle.

These Crossbowmen, after completing their mission, were to retreat, place the crossbows in a relatively rear position, and then switch to Knives to line up at the back for hand-to-hand combat.

Now, lined up behind them were Shield Soldiers holding Shields and Changdao, as well as Soldiers holding long spears, all wearing Iron Armor. They cooperated with each other to defend against the attack at the very front.

They were also the standard configuration of Huaxia Soldiers. Behind them was the only unit of Cavalry brought this time. They could not charge down and could only wait for the enemy to charge up before going to fight; by that time, the battle situation would be too critical.

The Soldiers who originally guarded the Weapons were now only three squads guarding the three Tents storing bombs; the several Tents storing food and arrows were already unguarded.

Now, the only ones truly idle were the Xuanyuan Tribe Soldiers. There was no time to consider any rules; if they continued to stick to the rules, more of their people would die. So, the Soldier slapped himself once and said fiercely: "Go! Follow me!"

Xuanyuan did not need to arrange anything more; Yinglong immediately gathered a dozen Soldiers and ran toward the Huaxia Tents. The Huaxia Soldiers tore open the Tents and scanned them: "These! These are them, take them, take them!"

The Xuanyuan Tribe Soldiers did not dawdle; each person grabbed a box. Although they discovered that some seemed to have arrowheads and some did not, there was no time to think too much. They directly carried them out and then ran toward the Huaxia Crossbowmen in various directions.

After putting down the boxes and grabbing a handful, they threw them into the boxes where the Crossbowmen took their arrows, and so on, quickly distributing the arrows.

The Huaxia Soldiers did not care who was getting the arrows for them, nor did they care what kind of arrows they were; as long as they had arrows, it was fine.

At this time, those women could no longer be suppressed and had charged up. The Xuanyuan Tribe Soldiers were stabbing forcefully, and the battle began to gradually enter a white-hot stage.