After yesterday's busy day, the whole school is full of bamboo poles, the top of the slippery tip, ranging from ** meters to more than ten meters long, like a long spear, if there are mutated creatures in the air to pounce down, I am afraid that there will be a few holes in the body.

I don't know if it's lucky, it's been almost three days since Ling Tao came here, and there has been no incident of flying mutant beasts attacking the school from the air.

The erected bamboo pole, two or three meters away from the ground, is tied with a strip of bamboo poles, and a layer of shelves is erected, similar to the scaffolding of a construction site, which not only makes the erected bamboo poles not easy to fall down, but also plays a fixed role, and the shelves can play a good defensive role.

In this way, coupled with the dense sharp bamboo sticks around the fence outside the school, the villagers living here are much safer, at least not living in fear all day long.

On the playground, the members of the two combat brigades have been assembled, and they have to protect the lives of their families with their own hands, although there is no training that is forbidden by orders, but the action is more active than that of the army.

After yesterday and most of the night's efforts of the blacksmiths, the villagers of more than 100 combatants were finally equipped with iron spear heads, although the spear head was simple, it could only be regarded as a diamond-shaped iron piece, many of them had not been sharpened, but they were not desperate with bamboo spears and mutant beasts.

"If they were born in the era of cold weapons, these villagers would be able to be regarded as a group of bandits when they were pulled to a certain mountain", looking at these villagers, Ling Tao muttered strangely in his heart.

It's no wonder that Ling Tao thinks so, in Liangshan in history, there were only a few hundred old and weak women and children at the beginning.

"Hello Mr. Ling", Ling Tao's arrival received heartfelt greetings from the villagers, which is from the heart, not to do a little falsehood, and is more enthusiastic than welcoming a certain leader on some occasions.

"You guys are alright, by the way, have you all got your bows and arrows ready?" Ling Tao nodded with a smile and said.

At this time, the black-faced old man who made the bamboo bow that Ling Tao had seen yesterday appeared behind him, followed by more than a dozen villagers, young and old, carrying four or five bamboo baskets.

"It's all ready, just wait for Mr. Ling to test the power of the bow and arrow," the black-faced old man smiled.

After greetings, Ling Tao looked at the bamboo baskets they had brought over, four of the five bamboo baskets were filled with well-made bamboo bows, and the remaining one had arrows inside.

The arrows are also made of bamboo, Ling Tao also saw yesterday, the carpenter sawed the bamboo into a section of equal length, and then asked the villagers to make the size of a little finger, and then used tiles and other things to scrape the edges and corners, and then used a knife to cut a groove at one end, and then put an arrow made by the blacksmith on the other end, so that the arrow was completed.

Of course, like the sticker heads in the hands of the villagers, these arrows are relatively rough, not as good as professional arrows, I don't know how many times the difference, but they can still be used.

Ling Tao picked up an arrow and weighed it, nodded and said: "I can make so much in one day, and it is thanks to the villagers who work overtime and work hard, it will be better to find a way to get some feathers to add to the arrows, and the arrows shot are more stable and will not flutter."

"What Mr. Ling said is, but the current conditions are limited, and we can only go so far," the black-faced old man smiled.

Ling Tao nodded, put down the arrow, picked up a bamboo bow from the bamboo basket, weighed it, it was quite weighty, and then held the bow in his left hand, put his right hand on the bowstring, and pulled it hard, the bow was like a full moon, and it didn't take much strength, Ling Tao even felt that if he used a little more strength, he was afraid that he would be able to break the bamboo bow.

"Mr. Ling is really good strength, we tried it when we were winding in the morning, these bamboo bows, because of the different materials, the strength of pulling is from fifty catties to eighty catties, I didn't expect Mr. Ling to be able to pull it so lightly", the black-faced old man exclaimed.

Ling Tao didn't say anything, as soon as his fingers loosened, the bowstring made a buzzing sound, trembling nonstop, if the heart path was strengthened so many times and practiced for so long in the military body boxing, if even this bow could not be pulled away lightly, then there would be a problem.

"Have you tried all the power"? Ling Tao asked.

"Not yet, didn't this just come with the bowstring, but it's ready, Mr. Ling, look over there," said the black-faced old man, pointing to the side of the playground.

Ling Tao looked and found that he didn't know when, there was a shelf erected on the edge of the playground, supported by a wooden plank, on which some circles were painted crookedly, and he didn't know whose masterpiece it was.

"Please Mr. Ling give us a real-time look at the power of these bamboo bows," one villager coaxed.

Instigated by the villagers, Ling Tao became interested, held a bow in one hand, picked up an arrow in the other hand and put it on the bowstring, opened the bow and pulled it into a full moon, aimed at the plank about forty meters away, and then let go of his hand, and the arrow shot out with a loud sound.

And then, and then there was no more, and the arrows didn't know where they were going.

In this situation, the villagers suddenly burst into laughter, not to laugh, but to find it amused.

Ling Tao's face flushed, and he threw the bamboo bow into the bamboo basket and said, "Hehe, this is the first time I have used a bow and arrow, so I won't be ugly, you guys, I'll just take a look."

Saying that, Ling Tao walked aside, in addition to practicing military body boxing and sword swinging and military stabbing in the future, I am afraid that I will have to practice the skills of bows and arrows.

Next, a villager walked out, and was introduced by the people on the side, saying that this villager used to be a good hunter in the village, and he made a good archery, and he didn't know whether it was true or not.

He found a suitable bamboo bow in the bamboo basket, and then opened the bow and set up an arrow, and an arrow was shot, and on the wooden board thirty or forty meters away, the arrow pierced on it with a bang, and the tail shook for three points.

"This bow requires about sixty catties of arm strength, which is the best lethality at this distance, but it is not the limit, if it is projectile, eighty meters should be the maximum and best distance for this bow," the villager nodded and said as he looked at the 'arrow target' in the distance.

When he said this, none of the surrounding villagers had any objections, and they all apparently agreed with him.

Since the school was full of bamboo poles, it was obvious that the projectile method he was talking about could not be realized, so he had to give up.

The bamboo bow is simple, and there are a lot of bamboo bows made yesterday, and it is completely capable of making two combat brigades with a bow for a hundred people, and then Ling Tao said: "Everyone come and choose their own suitable bamboo bows, but the arrows are limited, and only five can be used."

The people of the two brigades selected the bamboo bow that suited them, and carried out it in an orderly manner, this time was almost an hour, and when everyone had selected about the same, it was already in the middle of the day, and under the scorching sun, Ling Tao, who was wearing leather armor, was extremely stuffy, but he could only endure it.

Ling Tao didn't choose a bow and arrow, firstly, these bamboo bows were too weak for his strength, for fear that they would be broken if he was not careful, and secondly, he had a gun in his hand, and he couldn't use them for the time being.

After everyone finished choosing, Ling Tao stood in front and looked at the villagers with a spear and a bow and said, "In this way, for the sake of caution, leave twenty villagers to protect the school, and the others will go out with me to find useful supplies."

"Okay, follow Mr. Ling's arrangement," the villagers said enthusiastically.

After yesterday's fight between them and the mutant beasts, a night of brewing, and the weapons in their hands at this time, they are no longer so afraid of the mutant beasts, and they are still a little eager to try in their hearts.

Watching Ling Tao leave the school with eighty villagers, Zhou Taigong, who didn't know when he appeared here, touched his beard and said: "The so-called soldier is a bear, and there will be a nest of bears, if it weren't for Ling Tao, this little guy took the lead, I'm afraid that the people of my Zhoujia Village can only wait here for death......."

"This is all the luck of our Zhoujia Village, but unfortunately, Brother Zhuzi brought him, but he ...... it", the black-faced old man sighed.

"Hey......, this is all fate......", Zhou Taigong said with gloomy eyes, Zhou Zhuzi is his son, although he is also old, but in his place, it is still the white-haired person who sends the black-haired person .......