Chapter 399: Pulling the Arrow

Lanzai's eyes lit up after hearing this; this kid Gongxia really had a way, so he wanted to immediately send another team of soldiers to pursue, but was stopped by Gongxia.

"No need to rush for now. You saw it too; in their condition, they can't run fast. Let them keep chasing. We should make some rafts first. We can't keep letting the Soldiers hold onto logs to cross the river, can we? In this weather, if they soak in the water and then get hit by the wind after crossing, will they still be able to hold a Spear to fight?"

Lanzai had no way to refute this, and instead felt that in front of Gongxia, he seemed to have no presence and couldn't display his own abilities, so he dropped a line, "Go ahead and command the work yourself," and then left to rest.

Gongxia didn't say much. Among these leaders, they were also competing with each other. After all, that was how the Suiren Clan was now: if you had ability, you rose; if you had no skill, you went down. The competition was extremely intense because a massive population was fighting over limited resources.

These people were only lucky enough to climb to this position to display their talents, while most people, even if they had the ability, didn't have that good fortune. They started in a desperate situation where they couldn't even get enough to eat, and it was a struggle just to keep themselves alive, let alone climb higher.

Gongxia told the soldiers to throw the dead and dying soldiers into the river, but while preparing to lift the bodies, he noticed the arrows stuck in the corpses and felt these arrows were much different from the ones they used.

So he squatted down and pulled one out from a corpse; he didn't expect it to be so difficult to pull. He could already imagine that if a living person were hit, even in a non-fatal spot, just pulling this Arrow out would be a great agony.

After he pulled it out, he discovered the Arrowhead was actually made of Iron and still carried a cold glint. His mood began to grow excited. Iron was extremely precious; their Suiren Clan didn't have much Ironware, and what they did have were some Short Swords traded from Huaxia, or as Huaxia called them, Dajian.

He had one himself; he treasured this Dajian immensely, usually reluctant to use it, and would often wipe and maintain it. In his daily life, he used his Bronze Knife and Sword.

But if he went to the battlefield, the Dajian was a bit too short and not easy to use, though that didn't stop them from all coveting these Dajian. Iron knives had become a symbol of status in their Suiren Clan.

Gongxia took the arrow, walked to the riverbank, and rinsed the bloodstains off with clear water, revealing the perfect iron arrowhead. This made him burst into loud laughter; this was his greatest harvest.

Thinking of how many more Arrows were on the ground, he became even more excited, so he hurriedly ran back and began to pull out the Arrows stuck in the dirt one by one. Without exception, they all had Iron Arrowheads.

More than thirty Arrows were tucked under his arm; he didn't dare let go, fearing they would drop. The surrounding Soldiers saw this too, and although they were tempted, they didn't dare go up to pick them up.

After picking up the ones on the ground, he pulled them from the corpses. After finishing with the corpses, he turned his gaze to the Soldiers who hadn't died yet. He stepped forward, gripped an Arrow stuck in a Soldier's thigh, and pulled with force, but it didn't come out. He gripped the Arrow shaft and twisted it, wanting to adjust the position of the Arrowhead in the flesh, but the Soldier wasn't dead yet and it wasn't a fatal wound, so he screamed out loud in pain on the spot.

Gongxia didn't care. He originally wanted to curse, but after that one miserable scream, the soldier's face turned pale and he went silent. If not for the rise and fall of his chest, he would have thought the man was dead.

This time, Gongxia exerted force again, and the arrowhead was pulled out along with flesh. At the same time, the leg began to bleed profusely, accompanied by another scream.

The other wounded who hadn't died, upon hearing this scream, began to pull them out themselves. At least if they did it themselves, they could suffer a little less. But they underestimated the power of the Arrowhead; originally, after being hit, they hadn't thought of pulling them out and were just lying on the ground waiting to die, but until now there was no sign of them dying, just constant pain.

As soon as they moved the arrowhead, they would shriek in pain, then hurriedly let go of the arrow, preparing to catch their breath before pulling again. But by this time, Gongxia was already looking for his next target.

A soldier was stared at by Gongxia, and then began to cry while pulling. No matter how much it hurt, he had to endure it. It was stuck in his arm, and since he hadn't died yet, he probably wouldn't die if he pulled it out.

After Gongxia glanced at him, he moved on to the next target. Whenever Gongxia took action, it naturally brought about a series of miserable screams.

One Soldier was terrified, but really couldn't bring himself to pull hard, so he used both hands, gritted his teeth, and insisted on snapping the Arrow shaft, threw it far away, and then lay on the ground pretending to be a corpse, his body covering the bit of broken Arrow in his stomach.

Just as Gongxia had pulled out two more, Lanzai couldn't help but come out, because he heard the sounds were too miserable and was curious about what was happening outside. As soon as he came out, he saw the atrocities of Gongxia and the arrows he was clutching.

Lanzai's original anger was immediately attracted by the shining arrowheads. Gongxia also knew it couldn't be hidden, so he simply waved for him to come over and help.

As the saying goes, see it and share it. Although there was no such rule now, since they had discovered it, they certainly couldn't let Gongxia keep it all to himself. The tribal chief wasn't here, so the two of them were the biggest leaders. There were some minor leaders, but they hadn't discovered this, so these things naturally belonged to the two of them to divide.

Lanzai hurried over to help. In a short while, they had pulled out all the arrows they could see. The soldiers who wouldn't have died were now close to death after being roughly handled by them, but Gongxia always felt something was wrong.

He looked around and discovered the one pretending to be dead. He clearly hadn't seen an Arrow on him, yet he had fallen down. So how was he injured?

Gongxia and Lanzai went over to look and flipped him over. The soldier was extremely terrified, his eyes tightly shut, his eyelids trembling incessantly.

Gongxia discovered it but didn't say anything, just gave a laugh, and then found the broken arrow. He gripped the arrow shaft with his fingers, but couldn't exert force. The pain made the soldier unable to pretend anymore, and he began to scream. With this scream, the muscles in his stomach contracted, and the arrowhead became even tighter.

Gongxia couldn't be bothered with nonsense; he took his big sword from his waist and began to slice at the wound, intending to cut the flesh to take the arrowhead out.

The soldier finally couldn't endure it and fainted from the pain. Gongxia also got his wish and took out the last arrowhead.

Then he and Lanzai exchanged a look, tacitly understanding, and prepared to find a place to distribute these Arrows.

But neither of them saw the surrounding Soldiers; the look in their eyes had changed, the Spears in their hands were gripped tighter, and their faces had become ferocious from gritting their teeth.