"I will avenge you, as well as the little basket and the others."

Luo Ze gently squeezed her palm.

"I have something to revenge, it's good that no one comes to me for revenge."

Jun Qianqian grinned.

But in Roze's opinion, she didn't have to force herself to accept these things.

The sneak attack of the Luli tribe brought them more psychological damage, and this uneasiness will take a long time to recover.

Just let the enemy go?

No way!

Jun Qianqian went to discuss the making of the shield with Daze, and Luo Ze sat quietly in his room until Daze called him to eat, and the family found the clansmen standing quietly in the courtyard.

"What are you doing standing here?"

Luo Ze asked knowingly.

"We are willing to go to war with the patriarch!"

The clansmen shouted in unison, the sound was earth-shattering, and Jun Qianqian also showed her curious little head from the door.

"Figured it out?"

Luo Ze wanted to ask them what they had gone through, but he could almost guess it, so he looked disinterested.

"You're normal!"

Jun Qianqian punched Luo Ze's waist socket from behind.

The head of the clan looked disgusted at the people, like words?

"Huh!"

Luo Ze immediately straightened up, and his expression became much more serious.

"The patriarch is right, we have good intentions for Lu Li, but they sneak attacked, obviously trying to kill all of us."

"When they are well rested, they will definitely not let us go."

"Why should we let them go!"

Purple Flower's counterattack should be sooner rather than later, now that the clansmen have understood and are ready to go, they will immediately put it on the agenda.

"I'm going to light the fire in the blast furnace!"

Daze, a non-combatant, immediately rushed to his blacksmith's shop.

"Come and load a few quivers, and each family should bring at least enough food for two days."

Jun Qianqian also has to take people to make shields, and the only remaining people in their family who can cook now are Xiao Ze.

"This is the glorious task given to you by the organization, prepare the food for your second brother, just eat the undead."

The patriarch's family is all confidential personnel, and the burden of logistics support falls on the eldest child in the family.

"I know!"

Ozawa agreed very happily, he has learned to make cotton clothes, is there still a need to cook?

Who made their family have no normal person except him.

Housewife Ozawa, come on!

The penetration of the arrows produced by the Purple Flower Tribe is known to everyone.

The strength of the bamboo bow seldom allowed the arrow to pass through the planks, and the timber used as a fence was removed and nailed into square shields, with handles made of hard leather on the back, which could protect the whole person behind him.

"With this, we don't have to worry about being shot by arrows."

Daze raised his shield with a sense of accomplishment.

"But if the enemy also learns to make such things, won't our bows and arrows be useless?"

Ana tried to carry the shield behind her back, experimenting with what position would not interfere with walking.

"We can make heavier, more penetrating bows, or prepare more heavy crossbows, so that wooden shields are as vulnerable as paper."

And the bow and arrow also have the god skill point of projectile.

"Otherwise, we can shoot the arrows diagonally into the sky, so that when the rain of arrows falls, it will be vertical to the ground, unless you put the shield above your head, but in that case, we can make up the knife from the front?"

The shield's defense is one-sided, and as long as the arrows are enough, the enemy cannot be without flaws.

"Is it okay?"

Ana was dumbfounded when he heard this, now that the number of Purple Flower's archers was limited, they could barely line up on the city wall, so everyone naturally only needed to practice flat shooting.

But in the ancient cold weapon period, when the archers attacked in formation, they were their own comrades-in-arms in front and behind.

I haven't practiced this technique before, not only because of lack of time, but also because I don't need it urgently, but now it seems that it is best to join everyone's practice as soon as possible.

"Qianqian always has a way."

Luo Ze looked proud.

"Don't talk about that, you guys go and prepare."

Kai'Sa led people to cook in the clearing, the wheat had just been put into the granary, and before it had time to be floured, this time she had to set off with dried fruits and barbecue meat set off.

Early the next morning, the thirty-five people who were going to the Luli tribe stood neatly in the open space.

"You have to be careful."

Jun Qianqian and Daze stayed up all night, and finally drove out all the equipment, she now has two huge dark circles under her eyes, and she is still pulling the corners of Luo Ze's clothes with a worried face.

"I know."

Luo Ze was grabbed by Jun Qianqian, and he ruthlessly crammed Sun Tzu's Art of War, but he was not worried about losing.

The enemy doesn't even know what the art of war is, okay.

"A tribe that doesn't know the art of war will know to sneak up at night?"

Jun Qianqian attaches great importance to the enemy strategically, but she is more worried that everyone will rush to the head, lose touch with the large army, and cause losses by going deep alone.

"I'll keep an eye on Loban."

Luo Ze followed Jun Qianqian's line of sight and looked over, it was Luo Ban with a face like a black iron.

He was afraid that his stomach was full of anger now, and he urgently needed an outlet.

"Uh-huh."

Jun Qianqian walked in front of Luo Ban.

"I'll take care of Ah Xia."

"Qianqian?"

Luo Ban's eyes were empty, and he didn't know what he was thinking, and he raised his head to look at Jun Qianqian in surprise.

"The rest of us will be with her, you have to be careful."

Jun Qianqian reminded him.

"I know, Ah Xia will be handed over to you."

Of course, Luo Ban understood why Jun Qianqian was talking to him alone, he was not so irrational and would not be carried away.

When Luo Ze led the team to set off, the whole tribe was very quiet, and Jun Qianqian was still in a state of staying up all night and bursting with adrenal glands.

Anyway, she can't sleep now, so she might as well go visit Ah Xia first.

"Lord Qianqian."

Ah Xia sat on the kang and kept looking at the window, the window had been sealed in winter, but the city gate could be seen in that direction.

"Are you feeling better?"

Jun Qianqian walked in and sat on the kang eaves, Kai Sha was boiling mutton soup in the kitchen, and a green bamboo girl named Xiaoqiu was sitting in the room to accompany Ah Xia.

"It's much better."

Ah Xia's face is still very pale, and she has to have a small confinement for a miscarriage, and her eight-month-old child dies, which cannot be regarded as a miscarriage, and her body needs time to recover.

"You're in a better state of mind than I thought."

Jun Qianqian took Ah Xia's hand, her palms were dry and warm, and it seemed that her physical condition was fine.

"Everyone brought me the best food in the house, and so many people cared for me and took care of me."

Ah Xia smiled, looking like she had seen through the red dust, and Jun Qianqian was even more uneasy when she saw it.

"There will still be children, you are both so young."

Jun Qianqian squeezed her hand.

"I'm too anxious."

Ah Xia looked at her empty arms and muttered to herself.