The research of the crossbow bed has reached a critical moment, and even when Adong and their caravan returned, Luo Chuan did not go, leaving Xi fully responsible. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Wait, if you use such a thick tendon rope and such a hard crossbow machine, the warriors in the tribe can't operate it." The design of the ballista bed is gradually finalized, and if such a huge guy makes it, if no one can use it, it is also blind. Ben raised his own questions.

After pondering for a while, Luo Chuan drew a few more sets of things. "It's called a lever, and you can pull the bowstring apart by adding a fulcrum to the ballista, and pressing down with two of these levers. Two or three warriors will be able to open the bowstring. ”

The whimsy of the leader has been seen by several craftsmen. Although everyone couldn't understand it, they could get the desired result after making it in the end, and no one refuted it and added this design directly.

"Then the crossbow machine part is made in an arc, this is called the trigger, and the fighters hit it with a wooden hammer when they fire." The last two problems were solved, and everyone showed a knowing smile, and the parts were assigned one by one. For the time being, there was nothing to do with Luo Chuan, and he ran out alone to breathe.

"Uncle, how did the ancients get it, a crossbow bed is so wasteful." As soon as Luo Chuan walked out of the carpenter's room, he saw a huge figure squatting outside the room, followed by two soldiers staring at this big guy vigilantly.

Xingtian was very unhappy in the past two days, the adults didn't let the children play with him, the others ignored him when they saw him, and there were two followers every day. Fools usually don't understand a lot of truth, but fools tend to be very sensitive. "What's wrong with the clansmen, is it because the punishment is not good?"

When the big guy saw Luo Chuan, he immediately showed a lovely smile, "Chief, I've read all the stories you gave me, you can write me another one." As he spoke, he picked up the axe on his body and waved it, wanting Luo Chuan to see that he also wanted to learn the punishment in the story.

The action of drawing the axe immediately alerted the two warriors, and they put bows and strings in their hands and drank in one go. If it weren't for Luo Chuan's quick reaction, he would really have ejaculated. "I'm here, put the bow away."

The warriors of the tribe reluctantly put away their bows. "It's because you're the leader, we're nervous, if this big guy is injured, what will the tribe do."

Xingtian looked aggrieved, what did he do wrong, why did everyone treat him like this. He wanted to ask something from Luo Chuan, but when he saw Luo Chuan's indifferent face, big tears suddenly slipped down. Aggrieved, he carried two stone axes alone and silently walked to the side.

In the outer city of Huangxia, although he only sent Adong and their caravan away yesterday, it is unlikely that anyone will come today, but he still walked to the edge of the city silently.

The giants attacked, causing the status of Deserted Summer City to plummet. There is no way to keep everyone safe here, and naturally some people want to find a new way out. One of them was the tribe of Hebo, who chose to travel to the jungle due north. I didn't expect to go out in the morning, and before noon, these people came back again, and looking at them, they seemed to be greatly frightened.

"Hebo, aren't your people moving out?" There are not many acquaintances here, and Hebo can be counted as one.

Hebo's pale face was still filled with horror. "Today we went out of the city, and before we went out into the jungle, we saw many gods. Luckily they didn't care about us, otherwise our whole clan wouldn't have come back. ”

The gods in Hebo's mouth are naturally giants, and of course the wind will not follow these people to call it that. "It's good to come back, they come out to harm people again?"

Hearing the wind say this, Hebo hurriedly made a silent movement. "Isn't it, it's good that they're going northwest, if we come to Deserted Summer City again, what will we do?"

"Northwest?" An uneasy emotion instantly rose from the heart of the wind. Aren't the tribes in the northwest, aren't they?

The uneasiness became stronger and stronger, and at last the wind wanted to put a pair of wings on him, and before they could come to their senses, the wind brought a sound of wind and rushed out of the city gate.

"I'm going to bring the information to the chief, hurry, hurry!" To outsiders, this man looks like a cheetah, but the wind is still not satisfied with his speed, and he wants to pour blood all over his body into his legs.

The belongings on his body were bound by the wind, and he discarded his clothing as he ran.

The sand and stones on the ground were the tribulation of the wind, and he allowed the grains of sand to pierce his feet.

The scorching sun was the enemy of the wind, and he sweated and hung a film of water on his body.

The wind is..., and if it is not the wind, it is the son of the wind, and it should not add to his torment. The wind of the deserted summer turned into a whirlpool, and around the wind, blowing away the sand and stones on the ground for him, and the heat of the scorching sun for him. Nature's winds merge with a human called the wind. This human ran faster and faster, so fast that the antelopes that really ate grass in the deserted summer did not notice that there was a human in the wind just now.

The cloth shoes given to him by the deer clan had long been trampled by the wind, and the soles of his feet had been ground into a bloody blur, and he did not stop, and he had already seen the thick footprints of the giant as he ran.

The heart of his chest, louder than the little drum that the leader played with for the children, as if he was about to jump out if he ran again, he did not stop, for he had already seen the dust and smoke brought up by the giant's walk.

Everything that could be vomited in the stomach was spit out, and the bitter juice that was still green just now now has appeared with bloody flesh. He didn't stop, because he was going to leave the giant behind.

His eyes could no longer see what lay ahead, and he only ran according to the route he remembered, he didn't stop, he wanted the leader to hurry up and get ready for battle, because he was a scout.

"I can't run." His body kept telling him. He didn't stop, "How can I not run, I am the child of the wind when there is wind." ”

"Huh" Di Tian just now clearly felt that a fast anti-heaven thing ran in front of him, didn't pay attention to it so much, and led the giant forward quickly, and after this jungle, he could reach the tribe that the Eagle Clan said. It did not believe that a small tribe could withstand the advance of his giants.

The wind had already run to the river, and the raft had been carried by Adong and rowed to the opposite bank.

The wind was not frightened by the river in front of him, "Wind, help me, help your son!" The speed did not decrease but increased, and the whole person actually ran on the surface of the river.

The people who were still working on the riverbank only felt that a flower was in front of them, and they were swept by a fast figure.

"Chief, chief!"

Seeing that this angry bed was about to be made, Luo Chuan was looking excited when he suddenly heard a terrible shout. "Wind? He's back? ”

When Luo Chuan walked out of the carpenter's room, he was stunned by the scene in front of him. The person in front of him, where is there a human form. Bloodstains all over his body, blurred by the flesh cut by the branches in the woods. A pair of thick soles of the feet are only half of the body. The blood vessels in both eyes burst, and nothing is visible.

"What's wrong with the wind?" Luo Chuan was shocked and didn't know what to do, even if Ling Chi was in this state.

He heard the leader's shout, but the wind did not move, and as soon as he stopped, he could not move. "Chief." As soon as he said two words, he spat out a bloody piece of flesh, "Giant... Coming... I don't have time... Count clearly. ”

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A shrill cry sounded from among the tribes, an alarm that only sounded when the tribe was attacked.

All the warriors put on fishing nets and took their bows, arrows and axes. Those who were still on the periphery of the tribe put down everything they had and ran in the direction of the tribe.

Yun Jie was taking the children to collect stones by the river that could teach the children to count. Hearing the siren, he hurriedly ran back to the tribe with the children.

The tribesmen were not slow to react, but the attack was faster, and the giant's thick head was already emerging from the trees. They looked at the rushing river and stopped.

No one believed that a barren river could stop these behemoths, and indeed it was, they were waiting for the Emperor's order to attack.