"Shot?!"

Pelo looked at Jun Qianqian in surprise, not to mention aiming, she didn't find a figure on the mountain!

Zihua's shooting training pays attention to hitting the target, and everyone has not deliberately aimed at the bull's-eye, but Jun Qianqian, who has always been bowstring and pulls her face, is actually as talented as a marksman like Luo Ze?

"Come again!"

Jun Qianqian's expression remained unchanged, and instead of being happy that she had hit the target, she shouted and pressed the strings again.

Whoosh – whoosh –

The two of them fired crossbow arrows one after the other like a fixed battery, and the city wall probably had the same intention, and the enemy would never leave the position until he approached the city wall!

"There seems to be no one on the mountain."

Pello looked at the rockets that had long since been extinguished, and no more rocks fell from the top of the mountain.

"Then let's go to the city walls!"

Jun Qianqian paid some attention to the cliff, but she also decisively turned the heavy crossbow outside the city.

She wondered which tribe had the audacity to fight them at night!

In this battle, the people of the Purple Flower tribe were very confused, they didn't know where the enemy was, they could only defend the city wall, and the enemy would definitely be able to kill with a shot, but after waiting for a long time, they didn't see soldiers coming to the city.

"The enemy has retreated?"

Jun Qianqian breathed a sigh of relief for the time being.

"Are we going to pursue?"

The clansmen couldn't confirm the situation either, so they could only look at Luo Ze and wait for him to make an idea.

"Don't chase it yet, wait for dawn."

Roze sent someone to light a torch and bring the corpse of the enemy who had fallen from the cliff, and the dead man was a man who looked to be in his thirties, his chest pierced by a wrist-thick crossbow arrow.

"Qianqian is amazing!"

Everyone looked at the wound that went straight in and out, and sighed.

"Don't talk about this yet, is anyone hurt? The wounded come to me to disinfect! ”

Jun Qianqian and Pello also left the watchtower and joined the crowd on the side of the city wall.

"We're all right!"

At best, the archers had a few bumps in the panic, and it didn't hurt to deal with them.

"Then I'll go to the cave and see the others!"

Jun Qianqian nodded, she was a little afraid to look at the corpse on the ground, turned around and ran away.

"Qianqian ......"

Luo Ze wanted to catch up, but he couldn't leave the forward position.

The non-combatants who had taken refuge in the caves were in much worse condition than on the front lines, with several injured by falling rocks and collapsed houses, most seriously Xiao Basket and Ah Xia.

Half of Xiao Basket's face was hit by the collapsed beam, a blur of flesh and blood, and the light was too dim for Jun Qianqian to even confirm whether her eyeballs were injured.

"I've washed it and bandaged it!"

Luckily, Xiaobasket is a strong girl.

Ah Xia's condition is also serious, she was born prematurely.

"Why didn't anyone call me back to deliver the baby?"

Jun Qianqian frowned tightly.

"She gave birth so quickly that the baby was born before we could boil water."

At this time, Ah Xia was holding her baby, her posture was twisted and curled, and she also had a wound on her calf, which was why she fell to the ground hard, causing the baby to be born prematurely.

"Let me take a look at the child."

Kai'Sa has done everything she can, whether it's washing the newborn from vernix or cutting the umbilical cord, she does it well.

But the newborn baby boy, weak like a kitten, breathed hard, and his little face was purple.

"Seven lives and eight don't live."

Jun Qianqian immediately thought of this old saying.

"It's all my fault, it's all my fault that I fell......"

Ah Xia was still crying quietly, she didn't want to affect others, but when she saw Jun Qianqian, she finally couldn't help crying.

"Ah Xia, I have to tell you, this child may not survive."

Jun Qianqian held Ah Xia's hand, this woman was really miserable, she finally married the person she liked, but she was going to lose their first child.

"Can't you save the goddess?"

Ah Xia had already felt this bad news, Jun Qianqian's words were not comforting at all, but Ah Xia was not surprised.

"I can't save it, Ah Xia, you calm down and listen to me, this child is born prematurely and you fall, he is born with cardiopulmonary insufficiency, and he may die at term."

This is probably the debilitating illness she had heard about.

There is a saying among Chinese folk that seven lives and eight do not live, saying that babies born seven months prematurely are easy to survive, and eight months old are easy to die.

When I watched the soap opera with my family, Jun Qianqian was very curious to look up this information, in fact, this statement has no direct relationship with pregnancy in July and August.

The baby is born prematurely, and if it is the mother's fault, there is no difference between July and August.

However, if there is a problem with the baby's own development, the sick fetus will basically be born prematurely in August.

This is the reason why premature babies who are eight months pregnant have a high probability of premature death.

"Is that so?"

Throughout the autumn harvest, everyone rarely saw Ah Xia go out, they often visited her, and they always saw her lying on the kang to rest.

Maybe she has already felt that she and the child in her belly are not destined enough.

"I don't know how to comfort you, but the people who threw stones down the hill are dead."

Whether it was because of this attack or because of the baby's congenital deficiency, it is an indisputable fact that Ah Xia and Loban lost their child.

If hatred can divert Ah Xia's self-blame, Jun Qianqian doesn't mind putting the black cauldron on the enemy's head.

"I know, it's my fault, I didn't protect him."

Ah Xia didn't turn her attention to the outside, just hugged the child who was still struggling to breathe.

The dawn of the next day did not make everyone happy, and everyone felt uncomfortable that night.

The child still died, and everyone didn't know how to tell the news to Luo Ban, who was guarding the city wall, Jun Qianqian went to find Luo Ze, and Luo Ze relayed the matter to Luo Ban.

Loban was calm, he handed over the work of the guard to someone else, then laid down his weapon and left, and when the people around him asked what was going on, he didn't say a word, just shook his head, his fists clenched.

"Do you want to go out of the city to retrieve the arrows and look for the corpses?"

Jun Qianqian didn't want to go back to the cave, she just wanted to breathe outside again.

"Well, we'll leave right away."

Neither of them mentioned anything about last night, as if nothing had happened.

"Be careful, and set up a watchtower at the top of the mountain in the future."

"I understand."

Jun Qianqian watched Luo Ze and them set off.

Daze's arrows have an accurate number, everyone should try to find the arrows back, except for the unburned rocket on the cliff, the rest of the crossbow arrows and corpses can not be found.

But judging by the bloodstains, the enemy's ranks should have folded in a lot of people last night.

"What now?"

The Purple Flower Tribe only had one body that fell off the cliff, and only half of the arrows were recovered.

"On the optimistic side, if we lose dozens of arrows, we have killed dozens of enemies."

Jun Qianqian sat on the chair, staring at the instep of her foot.

At least they have inflicted heavy losses on the enemy, and the mountaintops that were once overguarded will no longer be exploited.