Bloodline Lord of War

  Chapter 34 Bow and Arrow Showdown

  The indigenous army moved again and continued to move forward.

   When they moved within two hundred steps of Robin's camp, the elf archers took the lead in starting the battle.

   "Ready—"

  Essara shouted with a long voice, and all the elf archers immediately bent their bows and set their arrows. The arrows pointed obliquely at the sky above the native army, and they were ready to throw.

"put!"

   Following an order, sixty elf archers released their bowstrings at the same time, and there was a sound of "collapse", and the trembling sounds of the sixty bowstrings almost overlapped.

  The dense feathered arrows flew over the heads of the front row iron guards, climbed obliquely into midair, and began to descend after reaching the apex. The entire flight trajectory was a perfect parabola.

  Two squadrons of thirty elf archers aimed at both sides of the aboriginal army. The sixty feathered arrows split into two waves in the air and landed in the hobgoblin archers phalanx on the left and right sides respectively.

  Robin must first destroy the opponent's archer unit.

If it were the original half-elf archers, they would not be able to shoot so far with their weak muscles. Although the elf bows they made were expensive and powerful, and were widely praised by the imperial army, these half-elf bowsmiths could not shoot so far. The true power of the elven longbow cannot be exerted.

  But after becoming an awakened person, these pointed ears are no longer what they used to be.

  Even if the elf archers were thrown, they were still surprisingly accurate. When a round of arrow rain fell, a group of hobgoblin archers were immediately knocked down.

  And this round of arrow rain has just landed, and the second round of arrow rain has already flown into the air.

   "Prepare—let go!"

Under Aisha's command, the elven archers turned into human archery machines. After shooting one round, they immediately started the second round of bending bows and setting arrows. In one minute, three waves of arrow rain fell into the sky. In the camp of hobgoblins.

  The aborigines lacked shields, so they could only rush forward carrying the rain of arrows. The hobgoblin archers were completely exposed to the range of the elves, almost equivalent to streaking.

  Arrows rained down from the sky, and the screaming sound of the arrows piercing through the air made one's scalp numb.

   Hobgoblins fell to the ground constantly with arrows, and some were killed on the spot by an arrow piercing through their heads;

  Some were shot in the body, and immediately lost their combat effectiveness, fell to the grass and howled in pain;

  Some people were hit by arrows in their shoulders and limbs, or pulled out the arrows with great determination, or just let the arrows stick in their bodies.

  Under the bombardment of round after round of arrows by the elf archers, the phalanx of the hobgoblin archers was only slightly chaotic, but there was no sign of collapse.

  Robin couldn't help admiring this scene. The hobgoblins are indeed a natural military race.

   Of course the hobgoblin archers would not sit still, they immediately launched a counterattack.

   In the process of moving forward, the hobgoblin archers raised their bows and arrows one after another, and launched several rounds of throwing in the direction of the elf phalanx.

   But their accuracy is really poor, coverage shooting only needs to shoot the arrow in a general direction, and they don't even need to aim. But with such a low-level requirement, none of these hobgoblin archers could meet it.

  The arrows they shot flew into the sky and began to fly freely. Only a small part flew in the right direction, and the rest of the arrow ghosts knew where they shot.

  Archers are elite units that require years of training. A qualified archer cannot be trained overnight. Although these hobgoblin warriors have a lot of strength, they are obviously amateurs in using bows and arrows. It seems that they have just changed to archers not long ago.

  And the bows and arrows they use are completely defective, the so-called "made in the wilderness, must be defective".

Needless to say, the craftsmanship of the bow is completely lacking in craftsmanship. Although the hobgoblins make the bows very large, they are almost as tall as them standing on the ground. It looks quite bluffing, but the actual pulling force is pitiful. It's just a look.

  The hobgoblin archers pulled their bows with all their strength, the veins on their foreheads popped up, and some even broke the bowstring. But the range of the arrows they shot was ridiculously short, and they couldn't even touch the edge of Robin's camp. In front of the iron guard's spear formation, they shot a row of "puff puffs" about fifty steps away.

   The iron guards were stunned, thinking what are these hobgoblin archers doing? funny?

   Compared to the bow, the arrows they used were the real disaster.

  Because of the extreme lack of iron in the wasteland, the arrows used by these aborigines are all wooden arrows. To put it bluntly, they are a thin wooden stick with a sharp point, and the armor-piercing ability is almost equal to zero.

   What's more terrible is that they can't even make the shaft of the arrow straight, which is one of the reasons why the big elf archers can't shoot accurately. If the arrow shaft is not straight, the shot arrow cannot maintain a good flying posture in the air, and naturally it is impossible to shoot accurately.

   This group of hobgoblin archers was originally a group of laymen who had temporarily changed jobs, and the bows and arrows they used were armament garbage. Their combat effectiveness can be imagined.

   It’s okay for an amateur archer like this to bully the natives of the wilderness, but it’s pure courting death for an elf archer.

  Robin was a little worried about these hobgoblin archers. After all, he also lacked shields on his side, so he could only resist the rain of arrows on the opposite side. However, when he saw the accuracy and range of the target on the opposite side, he realized that he was completely overthinking.

  Smaug sitting on the sedan chair was very annoyed. He found that the archers he had worked so hard to build were completely ineffective, and even the arrows he shot couldn't reach the opponent, so he could only be beaten passively with his head depressed.

   "Order the troops to speed up and shorten the distance to within a hundred steps, and then the hobgoblin archers will shoot at the enemy's bow and arrow phalanx with all their strength!" Smaug straightened up on the chair, with a ferocious expression, and roared angrily.

The native army immediately accelerated its pace of advancement, but the barely constructed formation began to become chaotic, especially the gnoll infantry phalanx in the center. There was a disconnect in the phalanx.

  The hobgoblin archers advanced quickly against the rain of arrows from the elves. The distance of a hundred steps might not be long, but on the battlefield, it was enough to determine the outcome.

  After paying a terrible price, the hobgoblin finally shortened the distance between the two sides to within a hundred steps. At this time, almost half of their companions had been killed or injured, and behind them, countless hobgoblins fell on the grass forever.

Some of them were hit by arrows and died on the spot; some lost their ability to move after being hit by arrows, and did not receive timely rescue, and finally bled to death; Terrible.

   "Fight back! The archers shoot their arrows!" Smaug stood up, hopping on his palanquin, and shouted, his little yellow eyes almost bursting into flames.

  The hobgoblin archers stopped advancing immediately. They took out wooden arrows from the quiver made of sheepskin. The remaining archers faced the rain of arrows from the elves, bent their bows and mounted arrows, and launched a counterattack against the elves.

   "Fire the arrows!" With the chief's roar, the hobgoblin archers fired a volley.

This time they were finally able to throw their arrows into the elf camp. Although the aim is still random, but at such a short distance, as long as the arrow is shot in the general direction, it will almost fall into the phalanx of elf archers middle.

  Seeing that his warrior finally succeeded in counterattacking, Smaug was not happy in time. Immediately afterwards, he was surprised to find that a round of arrows fell into the archer phalanx on the opposite side, but none of the opponent fell down.

It turned out that although the hobgoblins were finally able to shoot the arrows, the wooden arrows they used couldn't pierce the armor at all, and they could hear a sound when they fell on the green vine armor of the elf archer, and even broke into two pieces. Scratch the elven warriors.

  The rattan armor on the elves is made of special vines, not only breathable and light, but also slightly less protective than iron armor.

  Seeing the rain of arrows coming from the black cloud, the elf archers were a little nervous at first, but when the arrows really fell on them, they themselves were a little confused.

Ok? I seemed to be shot by an arrow just now?

  Aisha bent down to pick up a hobgoblin arrow that missed. The last time her tribe confronted the dragon vein goblin, the goblin tribe hadn't developed archers yet.

  She took a look at the wooden arrow, the shaft was obviously bent, the arrow feathers were uneven, and the arrow seemed to be scraped out with a knife. She couldn't help showing a puzzled expression: Is this also called an arrow?

  The elf archers sneered disdainfully. They unhurriedly took out feather arrows from the quiver, and taught these hobgoblin novices a vivid lesson with practical actions, telling them what a real archer is.

  The archers on both sides launched the final duel. The rhythm of the elves was fast and steady, and three waves of arrows rained into the hobgoblin's phalanx every minute.

   The hobgoblin archers were also frantically returning fire, but they were completely out of rhythm, and after only two volleys, they turned into chaotic free fire. They can't be accurate, and the power of archery is equivalent to tickling.

After several rounds of shooting, the hobgoblin camp, which had already suffered heavy casualties, finally couldn't bear it anymore. There were not many archers left who could continue to stand and shoot, and the corpses of their companions were lying at their feet. The fifty hobgoblin archers were almost wiped out.

  On the elf side, only a few unlucky ones were scratched, and no one was killed.

   Then Aisha stopped the salvo and changed to free fire.

  The elf archers began to roll the remaining hobgoblins who could still stand one by one, even the hobgoblins lying on the ground and howling. They were burning with revenge and vowed to kill every wilderness native.

  (end of this chapter)