The significance of this village congress is to determine the absolute leadership of Cao Zhishu over the village, and this spirit of calling on everyone to be democratic and open allows the villagers to devote themselves to it and consider problems with the spirit of the protagonist.

If Cao Zhishu really wants to be dictatorial, then it is also okay. It's just that Cao Zhishu wants more to be active, active, and voluntary. This is an ethnic group with a long history, and if you want to be truly fed, you can't rely on an outsider. Others can only build a yì, but cannot fundamentally change.

And this novel way of thinking and method is the best beginning that Cao Zhishu can set off now, and it is far from the end. It is definitely more advantageous for them to get used to this model and brainstorm ideas than to go it alone. If one generation is not good, there will be the next generation, and there will be no gain if there is no pay, which can be regarded as something that Cao Zhishu dug out of his heart and lungs.

"What is a trap? A trap is a place that can make it difficult for the prey to get out once it falls in, and the traditional one is the most practical and tried-and-true one, the trap! I only have two requirements, first, the trap must be big enough. Second, the pit should be deep enough. The ultimate goal is that the prey falls in and cannot climb up again. The diameter of the pit must be more than five meters, the depth must not be less than 15 meters, there can be no slope, and it must go straight up and down. Cao Zhishu explained.

This kind of giant trap, once formed, definitely has a terrifying effect, except for the real high-level demonic beasts, the general wisdom of the lower level of the demonic beasts and beasts fall into it, and they can't come up.

"What is a trap? A trap is an arrangement that can kill the prey. We pay attention to a practicality, and combine it with the pit. At the bottom of the pit, arrange some sharpened wooden thorns, which must be sharp enough and thick enough, and each one must be ground open for blood grooves. The roots should be long enough, and after they are buried, they will be tamped with soil!" Cao Zhishu guided with oil and vinegar.

It is natural that the prey that falls in this way will be pierced under the action of gravity, even if it is strong and immortal, it will not survive for a moment if there is a blood trough to bleed. Warcraft are also flesh and blood, and they will hurt if they are beaten, and they will die if they bleed too much. Cao Zhishu had a feeling that in addition to being a little stronger than ordinary beasts, a little more intelligent, and having the magic of a demonic beast, it was just like that. Everyone is fleshy, and the wisdom of the Mongolian orcs is obviously much higher than that of ordinary middle and low-level demonic beasts, there is no reason to pay casualties when facing such an opponent, which Cao Zhishu does not want to accept.

"Remember, be good at using the chain of traps and grasp the distance between them. The approximate number is jù, and the drawings I sent you have explained above. After the arrangement, it must be camouflaged in place, and all of your own people can see clearly, this is the most important thing. Don't tell anyone but the people in the village. Cao Zhishu thought for a long time and added.

In addition to those demonic beasts and beasts that came to harass, Cao Zhishu felt that he was careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years, and it was difficult to ensure that the village would not meet other opponents in the future. The last time the businessman was a businessman, he gave Cao Zhishu a wake-up call, and let Cao Zhishu understand that this world is not a world where good people walk everywhere. In Cao Zhishu's view, honest people are often synonymous with loss, and the insidious belly is more in line with the trend of the development and progress of the intelligent race. And he, the village party secretary, needs to let the villagers know these things.

With the start of Cao Zhishu's password, the whole people fell into the boom of digging pits. The man is responsible for digging the pits, and the women are responsible for mixing the dug soil with water, and then adding stones to it, and finally tamping it. The simple earthen walls that form the perimeter of the village are not necessarily stronger than the all-stone walls, but they can win in terms of thickness. It's just a few days later, and the effect that Cao Zhishu wants has been achieved.

If you want to hunt, you don't necessarily need to go to the mountains to find it, and Cao Zhishu came up with a few very cunning ideas.

The village was originally in the mountains, and there were often wandering beasts and monsters. Most of these animals wander around foraging for food, and each family prepares a little leftover meat or something to put on the trap. The foraging beasts had a very smart nose and sent them themselves. I actually did it, and the effect was really good. This kind of good method of being able to harvest almost without hard work has made the villagers recognize the wisdom of Cao Zhishu and increase their support.

Coming to the square in the middle of the village, thinking about the scene where he was despised some time ago, Cao Zhishu couldn't help but feel a lot of feelings. Now the situation is different, the whole village, young and old, gathered on the side, looking at the branch secretary who showed his muscles bare-chested, with a little reverence in his eyes. Cao Zhishu has unconsciously won the trust and recognition of the villagers, just like a member of a big family. He was both a wise priest and a warrior of great force, and his heart was really warm, and he should be given the necessary respect.

In front of the branch secretary, there were large bundles of wooden sticks with the fragrance of planing wood. These are all freshly cut and grinded, each one is one meter and five long, and one end is deliberately sharpened, and a deep enough blood groove is opened.

Buckley and Cao Zhishu had the same idea and planned a study class.

After seeing the good skills of the branch secretary in the javelin, Barkley wanted to learn this handsome throwing technique. And Cao Zhishu considered the actual situation, the giant forest boar people were born with a strong body and huge strength, and they also had a strong interest in martial arts. They are not afraid of any battle at all, and the monsters on the ground have never been difficult for them. But if it's a flying demonic beast, if there is no ground-to-air means, then it can only be deflated.

It's unrealistic to always count on someone else to help, and the best way to do that is to develop their natural warrior potential, and there are many ways to do this, but the most practical one is javelin throwing. Simple and practical, under their huge strength, just the wooden javelin can have a strong lethality.

"Watch my movements. Those who practice martial arts pay attention to the unity of a waist and a horse! The force starts from the soles of the feet, and the twisting of the waist is brought to the arms, and it must be done in one go! There is a distance, and you can increase the inertia and strength through the guò run. There is no distance to ensure the force by the centrifugal force of the foot rotation with one foot as the central axis. It's like this......"

Cao Zhishu kicked up a javelin, and a yellow light flew out with a twist of his waist, and a sandbag that was hanging thirty meters away was directly penetrated by this incomparably fast javelin. The punching bag was just a muffled sound, barely shaking. That's because the speed is too fast, and the focus point is not large, so that the penetration is very sharp.

Cao Zhishu's strange strength was really amazing, and the javelin pierced through the stone wall of a private house in the distance, and a series of ping-pong sounds sounded. Cao Zhishu's face turned red, and he just wanted to show his skills, but he didn't pay attention to controlling his strength. But it didn't matter, because all the villagers were stunned, and even those who didn't understand it could feel the horror of this amazing shot. All that remained in the square was the faint sound of sand sliding from the sandbags. Even Wangcai, who was gnawing on the coarse grains, stared at the domineering Cao Zhishu with a pair of eyes, and he didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

With a demonstration, Cao Zhishu barely persuaded the whole village to say that they wanted to learn this fighting technique. This is in the mountains, and the materials for rough javelins are everywhere, and they cost almost nothing. Needless to say, the martial factor in the bones of the Giant Forest Boar People also aroused their great interest in this long-range attack method.

Cao Zhishu also selected a few spear and stick leaders, almost all of whom were old and serious older generation of Julin warriors. Cao Zhishu taught them the skills in detail, how to hold the gun, how to exert force, and how to add spin when throwing.

They don't have a lot of brains in other ways, but they're pretty quick to get started with this kind of attacking technique. A few instructors have been able to rely on their own brute force to throw javelins with great lethality within fifty meters, but the crosshairs are much worse than the branch secretary.

That's not a problem at all, now you just need to know the way. The crosshairs can only be felt by countless trainings, and the subtleties and trajectories of each person's strength are different, and only on the basis of long-term training can everyone have a javelin stunt.

The daily life of the wild boar people in the giant forest is actually very simple, except for feeding the livestock, digging wild vegetables and so on, they are not engaged in farming, and there are too many hours to count every day. And this ethnic group also has a persistent spirit, and if you practice this stunt with one tendon, sooner or later, everyone will play a good javelin, including female compatriots.

The branch secretary had even seen an astonishing scene, a female comrade in the giant forest shot a sandbag forty meters away and bounced more than a meter high and swayed. This brute force is not ordinary, it can really hold up half the sky. In time, the all-hands army will no longer be an unattainable dream, and their Javelins will have a longer range and be more threatening!

The secretary made a dead rule that each person should spend an hour every day honing this skill. Young children should also join the ranks, but only under parental guidance. Education should start from the baby, and Cao Zhishu understands this truth very well.

Spend an hour a day and live safely for the rest of your life. No one disagrees with Cao Zhishu's statement.

Barkley and Wei Handsome have long gone to the side to study and practice hard, these two guys have long been greedy for this skill, and the guidance of the branch secretary is very clear to them.

What Cao Zhishu didn't know was that in this world, the importance and secrecy of martial arts had reached an unbelievable level. Even a little trick will be regarded as an unpassed secret by many family tribes. This is true for humans, orcs, and even other races.

It's unimaginable to have such a selfless style like his. You must know that many very subtle tips can only be obtained by using and summarizing countless times, which are very valuable assets. The Human Empire also has an army known for being good at javelins, and the training courses are top secret.

Cao Zhishu is a foreigner from another world, and he is also a super enthusiast of competitive sports, and javelin is also one of the competitive sports. Skills.,It's too easy to check.,It's just a matter of thought.,You can find a lot of skills on the Internet or something.。 This kind of skill, which is completely effortless, has no effect on him at all when he teaches it to others.

Cao Zhishu pulled Wangcai's top flower skin and mentioned that there was a grim smile in front of him, which made the little beast a little dissatisfied. But since this little beast had been kicked by him a few times, he had been unspeakably polite to him.

After seeing the hideous face in front of him clearly, Wangcai nodded vigorously, as if he was currying favor with the branch secretary. The wisdom of the super-level demonic beast is vividly displayed in it. Small is small, but Wangcai's cunning Cheng dù is really not inferior to its cheap godbrother Buckley, a typical bully and afraid of evil.

Seeing the little beast's face, Cao Zhishu had to wonder if Aunt Susan's feed had some ancestral secret recipe, otherwise why were the things fed so cunning. Cao Zhishu completely forgot that he had also eaten Aunt Susan's big pot of rice during this time, and he was also extremely cunning. Cao Zhishu only made up his mind in his heart that if he had a future in the future, he would definitely send it to Aunt Susan's house to cultivate and transform well.

Cao Zhishu didn't have any strong interest in when this little birth would come in handy, as Wei Shuai said, maybe he really had to wait until his grandchildren. That's why he gave rise to such an idea that all the people are soldiers, and it is better to seek others than to seek himself. When you become stronger, you can not be trampled under the feet of others, and Cao Zhishu himself has always been in this style. But Wangcai is not without use value, but this is also a kind of super-level demonic beast.

"Wangcai, you don't know how sorry I am for you! At a young age, you were asked to recognize the thief as a brother, and the one who killed your mother became your godbrother, and you must not take your fate to heart. You are not a good seedling, even if the villagers want to eat it, you can understand it. Don't go astray, otherwise I won't be able to protect you, brother, no matter what happens, you must stick to your revolutionary position, this is very important!" Of course, not to mention Wangcai, the little beast is still nodding his head and waist.

Teaching all the villagers to attack the medium and long-range with javelins, the branch secretary can be said to be well-intentioned. And if he knew that his imaginary enemy was Wangcai's dead ghost mother, Wangcai would not be surprised by his teaching.

When the dead ghost mother of Wangcai came here to fight the autumn breeze and do the murderous and over-the-top business, the villagers couldn't help it at all except smash the stones, and smashing the stones was almost the same as helping it itch. But what if there were two more bipedal wyverns after that, it would be greeted by hundreds of sharp javelins that shot with great force!

Javelins! Look at the deep blood grooves! Hundreds of arrows! These fierce villagers are so hard to lose!

When will you put the venom of Wangcai or the poison of the earth formula or something...... Not to mention the bipedal wyvern, even if a real dragon enters the firing range without paying attention, it will be infected with colorful poison if he is not careful, and then turn into a hedgehog and slap the ground with a "clang"!

The picture was too brutal, and the black-bellied Cao Zhishu was a little unimaginable.