I am a Primitive Man

? Bows and arrows are no strangers to future generations. Whether it is film and television works or martial arts, they are full of them.

Before the emergence of hot weapons such as guns, bows and arrows have always been the most convenient and effective long-range attack weapons.

Later, many types of bows appeared.

Horn bows, iron tire bows, sky-shaking bows, Scottish compound bows... There are quite a few types.

However, these various bows and arrows, which have left their names in the long river of history because of their respective advantages, have little to do with Han Cheng and the current Qingque tribe.

Because Han Cheng couldn't make all these bows, this was not only limited to the existing difficult conditions, but also restricted by Han Cheng's few bow-making knowledge.

All he can do now is to multiply the simplest bow that he used to play with when he was a child.

The straight branch caught by Han Chengxiang has become a bare one.

After comparing the height of Senior Brother Bi, Han Cheng made a mark at a distance of about 20 centimeters lower than Senior Brother Bi, and let Liao cut it off carefully from here.

At both ends of the branch, grooves were carved little by little with a stone knife. This is the place for hanging bowstrings.

After the groove was carved, Han Cheng asked the senior brother standing aside to put the branch on the ground and press it down hard.

The branch was pressed into a crescent shape by the elder brother, and Han Cheng took this opportunity to tie the ropes that had been brought before to the two ends of the curved stick.

After tying it tightly, let the senior brother let go, the rope that was still a little loose was immediately stretched tightly.

The bow was too big for Han Cheng. He picked it up with his hand and pulled it, but he could only pull it a little.

The bow is heavy and not very elastic.

The crowd watching on the side saw the bow and arrow which was far from what they had imagined, and couldn't help but look at each other in blank dismay.

Hou Yi shot down the sun with this thing?

Even the second senior brother who is the farthest and most accurate at throwing things can't throw this thing too far, right?

Son of God,

This……

Some people couldn't help asking out their doubts, and Han Cheng smiled and said, this hasn't been done yet.

While asking the iron head to bring some chicken feathers, he picked up a few straight branches that were just cut off from this branch, the thickness of a little finger, and put them in the fire. After burning one end, he sharpened it on the stone as much as possible.

At this time, Tietou also brought some pheasant feathers.

Han Cheng took it, and after aligning them, he placed them on the wood and cut them off with a stone knife.

Then pick up two pieces, align them, and tie them to the end of the arrow shaft with a thin rope, so that a simple feather arrow is ready.

Han Cheng wanted to let the big brother or other adults to shoot the bow, but they had never touched this thing before and didn't know how to use it, so the heavy responsibility of shooting the first arrow fell to Han Cheng, the son of God. .

The bow and arrow were not much shorter than Han Cheng. He held the bow in his right hand and lifted it up with great effort, while holding the feathered arrow in the other hand, he put the groove carved on the top of the feathered arrow on the bowstring, and pulled it desperately.

In front of him, there was no one there, and everyone left a large space for the Son of God to do something.

Everyone in the Qingque Tribe focused their attention on Shenzi, who looked very uncoordinated with a big bow.

Even though the bows and arrows made by the Son of God were far from what they had imagined, the story of Hou Yi shooting the sun that they had just heard last night made them not dare to underestimate the bow and arrows in the hands of the Son of God.

Some timid people suddenly became frightened.

Worrying that after Shenzi shoots this arrow, the sun will set in the sky.

There is only one sun in the sky, if it is shot down by the Son of God, what should we do in the future?

Thinking of the days when there would be no sun and it would always be dark, they couldn't help feeling terrified, and even wanted to speak out to prevent the Son of God from shooting the arrow.

stretch!

There was a sound of bowstrings, and the arrows resting on the bow flew out in response.

Everyone's eyes widened, and some timid ones looked up to the sky, for fear that the sun, whose faces turned pale from fright, would set.

Xing looked at it for a while, and saw that the sun was still hanging in the sky well, without the slightest sign of falling down. While he breathed a long sigh of relief, he was inevitably a little disappointed in his heart.

After letting go of her worries, she noticed that the surroundings were surprisingly quiet. She thought it was the god son's arrow that made some earth-shattering movement, so she quickly stretched her head to look. After seeing the situation there, her whole body Also stunned!

Like everyone else, surprisingly quiet.

Following her gaze, about five or six meters in front of Shenzi, the feathered arrow stayed there quietly.

Shenzi didn't know whether he was tired from exerting too much force, or it was too cold, or some other reason, his face and neck were a little red.

Han Cheng put down his bow, looked at the collective petrification crowd, and then at the unsatisfactory feather arrow, sniffled, and cursed secretly: Mother.

His expression looked a little embarrassed.

The power of the bow and arrow is completely beyond the expectations of the people in the Qingque tribe. Not only can it not shoot down the sun, it is even far from throwing it with hands...

Han Cheng called to the senior brother who was still stunned and hadn't recovered from the great power of the bow and arrow, and asked him to pick up the feathered arrow a few meters away, and then learn how he did just now to open the bow and set the arrow.

After Han Cheng's demonstration just now, which can be called a shame and a shame in the history of bow and arrow, the elder brother and others also know how to use bow and arrow.

He also used Han Cheng as a technical guide, and the elder brother's bow seemed to go smoothly this time.

Under Han Cheng's signal, he pulled the bowstring vigorously, and then let go of the hand holding the feather arrow. There was a 'swish' sound, and when he looked again, the feather arrow had disappeared.

Xing habitually looked four or five meters in front of the elder brother, but this time it was empty.

there!

Someone shouted in surprise.

Xing hurriedly followed the eyes of the crowd, only to see someone in the distance, holding the feathered arrow, and raised it high towards the crowd.

This distance is about 30 meters. Such a distance is still far away from shooting down the sun, but it also has a certain purpose.

At least not a few people in the tribe couldn't throw that far.

Han Cheng asked people to erect a tree stump at a distance of 30 meters, and asked the adults of the tribe to shoot at the stump with feathered arrows in turn. He wanted to see if there were any talented people who were more talented than divine arrows.

The senior brother's three arrows all missed, and the second senior brother was even worse. He didn't shoot the feather arrow into the rabbit pen at the production point.

Shang's three arrows also did not touch the stake.

This made Han Cheng sigh secretly, and then smiled again, feeling that his idea was too good, and it is really hard to find a natural archer. There are only so many people in his tribe now, and it is really possible that there is such a talent by chance. is too small...