Chapter 252: 17 + 3 Plasma Gun Units

Zelna, and the rest of the archers made it past the top of the mountain, and to the enemy in just thirty minutes.

It was a short trip for them, no doubt, and once they found the enemy, they didn’t waste any time either. They didn’t even talk to each other, and spread out, about a hundred meters away from each other, or around three-hundred feet, just so they could attack the enemy from all sides.

Once the first arrow pierced through flesh, an uproar broke out across the brigade. They were not happy, and one would think that the enemy wouldn’t be surprised by yet another attack, and would expect it, but no, they were angry as if they were being attacked the very first time tonight.

Their intelligence could truly be compared with that of a rock’s. It was non-existent, truly, so at this point, the archers were wailing down on animals, rather than conscious beings. The enemy should’ve given up hours ago, when giant clones tore through them, and the fact that they didn’t give up painted a very good picture of where their intelligence stood in the bell curve.

The archers weren’t sad at all about killing them.

Other than Zelna who had run out of arrows, the other eleven archers each had fifteen arrows in their quivers. This was how much their dinosaur-skin quivers could fit without being over-stretched, but in this situation, it was enough.

Arrows rained down on the enemy, from many sides, one after the other, wounding one man after the other, and even killing some on the spot.

A wound from an arrow would cause enough bleeding to put them at great risks of losing their lives sooner, rather than later. Unless the enemy had ’medics’ within them, which would hardly be possible considering their general stupidity, every wounded man or woman should not make it past the Ass-crack of the Mountain.

Be it by an arrow, or by a rock on the shoulder or spine, they’ll all be falling into an eternal slumber soon.

The archers did not miss either. They were skilled, and knew where to shoot even in the depths of night, prior to sunrise. The enemy were packed like sardines, after all, so it was hard to miss them.

At the end, along with the damage that Zelna delivered earlier on, the archers either killed or wounded a total of one-hundred and eighty people!

The amount of wounded, and even dead people was a lot higher than what the QT riders have reported.

Jimmy was preparing for a risky battle, but it would be a surprise if even two-hundred people within the enemy brigade made it past the Ass-crack of the Mountain.

Anyway, once the archers ran out of arrows, they flew away from the battlefield rather quickly. They used the cover of the night to secure a safe trip above the enemy, not to mention, they flew high above, so as to avoid any random spear that the enemy might toss towards them.

“Dumb fuckers,” Zelna smirked, “Don’t they know that the spears will fall back down on them? They’re killing their own people.”

Zelna was no genius, but she could list a number of things regarding why the enemy was stupid. They were not tactical, and at this point, they wasted so many spears shooting at random, that she’d be surprised if the survivors didn’t slip out of the Arse-crack of the Mountain swinging their fists, rather than flinging spears.

The enemy quite likely ran out of ammo, and unless they picked up rocks, or they had some powerful mages amongst their midst, the following battle was going to be like beating a deer with a shovel. Jimmy and his people had every advantage that was out there!

The archers got back to Jimmy, and counted a lot more people than what they left behind.

Along with Jimmy, and the QT riders, there were twenty-five people here! If the archers were counted, they were thirty-seven in total.

Jimmy walked towards her, with four plasma guns strapped on his back, and said, “I know you guys ate plenty of bugs there already, but I need three of you to learn how to use these weapons, and blast on those fools before they get here. You don’t have to get close to the enemy to shoot them, just make sure your aim is right.”

“Our aim is always right,” She straightened her back, and stood proud, confident. “Give me the weapon.”

“Careful,” He said, as he grabbed one of the guns by the strap. “If you’re tired, you can shit this one out. We have seven QTs, but I still might need you to fly our shooters away from danger. You never know what can go wrong.”

“I keep telling you not to worry about us, but you won’t listen, huh?” She smiled.

“I worry about everyone,” He said, “I haven’t lost a single man or woman in battle so far, and I’d like to keep it that way. Clones can be replaced, but people? No. If you get killed, there’s nothing I can do to reverse that.”

Anyway, with an hour remaining before the enemy poured out of the Ass-crack of the Mountain, Anna put some rigid work in to teach the archers how to shoot a gun.

The plasma guns had no string to pull, just a button where the trigger was supposed to be. Shooting someone, or themselves by accident was as easy as pressing the button at the wrong time. These plasma guns had no safety, they could not be turned off, and would only be considered safe once they ran out of charge. Every shooter had to be cautious at all times.

Anna taught them the basics, and with that, the tribe had a total of twenty shooters now. Every plasma gun in their possession could be put into use!

“Alright, you’re ready.” Anna said, “Now fly up there, and keep your damn distance. From each other too. You don’t want to get shot by a plasma gun, trust me on that.”

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