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Chapter 41 Ranged Suppression

A wave of scorching heat hit us, and a faint smell of burning filled the air.

That red-glowing battle axe was like a silent slap, striking hard across the faces of all the doubters.

The members of the archery club looked at each other, and their hands, which had been gripping the longbows tightly, unconsciously loosened a little.

Faced with an absolute disparity in equipment, any words seem pale and powerless.

Zhao Yanzhi stared at the axe, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

He desperately wanted that weapon.

Or rather, he desperately wanted this power that would allow him to survive, or even thrive, in this damned world.

"How is it?"

Jiang Ming slammed the shield on the ground, making a dull thud.

"Is this enough sincerity?"

Without any hesitation, Zhao Yanzhi slung the composite bow over his shoulder.

"Done."

But he immediately stepped forward and added in a low voice.

"But I have one condition."

Jiang Ming raised an eyebrow.

"you say."

"We can't involve the student council members in this."

Zhao Yanzhi spat in the direction of the school, his face full of disgust.

"I find Wei Yuan's bastard annoying. He's always spouting bureaucratic nonsense and all he does is boast and steal credit. He's got absolutely no skills. If I have to take them with me, I'd rather not go."

Jiang Ming stroked the hilt of his sword, not immediately agreeing.

He was weighing his options.

Bringing the student council along means more cannon fodder, which can share more of the hatred, making the attack on that goblin camp more forgiving.

However, the drawbacks are also obvious.

With so many people talking at once, it was difficult to unify command, and the distribution of spoils was also a major problem.

More importantly, Zhao Yanzhi and his group are the only ranged damage dealers he knows of in the school.

In this early stage without firearms, the combined firepower of a dozen or so composite bows was far greater than that of Wei Yuan's dozens of men wielding wooden sticks and homemade weapons.

Quality is more important than quantity.

"OK."

Jiang Ming nodded, agreeing readily.

"Then let's cooperate. The spoils will be distributed according to merit; whoever kills gets to keep it. If both of us want the dropped equipment, we can bid on it or exchange it with our existing resources."

"happy!"

A genuine smile finally appeared on Zhao Yanzhi's face.

Since we've decided to pull off something big, we need to call in reinforcements.

With only a dozen or so people on site, going to charge into the camp of forty or fifty goblins would be suicide.

Zhao Yanzhi turned to look at the thin boy at the end of the line.

"Ah Wei, you're quick on your feet."

"Go back to the girls' dormitory right away and find Xu Shishi and Su Xiaoxiao."

"Tell them there's a big business opportunity here, and tell them to bring all the girls who are good at fighting, willing to fight, and willing to help."

Ah Wei paused for a moment, then subconsciously glanced at the shadows of the trees not far away.

"President, on this road..."

"I will arrange for people to meet you along the way."

Zhao Yanzhi patted him on the shoulder and gave him a trusting look.

"Stop dawdling, go now!"

Ah Wei gritted his teeth, turned around and ran, darting into the bushes like a startled rabbit.

Jiang Ming watched Awei's disappearing figure, then turned to look at Li Bin.

"Old Li, draw the map."

"Tell President Zhao about the terrain of that camp."

Li Bin pushed up his glasses and pulled a crumpled little notebook from his pocket, on which he had drawn a simple topographical map that he had just figured out on the road.

The core members of the two teams quickly gathered together.

The tense atmosphere instantly transformed into a pre-battle meeting room, driven by shared interests.

The team has assembled.

Jiang Ming's group of six, plus the fourteen archers led by Zhao Yanzhi, made a total of twenty people.

Although their numbers are small, this is definitely the strongest fighting force in this area at present.

After the discussion, the group set off in a grand procession towards the riverbank.

Every now and then, a few wild animals would dart out from the woods along the way.

"Whoosh—"

A hare that had just poked its head out of the grass was pinned to a tree trunk by a sharp arrow before it could even open its mouth.

Zhao Yanzhi maintained his archery posture and glanced at Jiang Ming.

With a hint of showing off.

"Good accuracy."

Jiang Ming stepped over the rabbit's carcass without expression.

"Of course."

"Let me do it next time."

"You're dreaming," Zhao Yanzhi replied irritably.

The group walked through the woods they had come from, and their view suddenly opened up.

The goblin camp was still out of sight on the riverbank.

But Jiang Ming knew that the goblin camp was deep in the woods on the other side of the river.

This riverbank is the only way to get there.

"stop."

Jiang Ming suddenly raised his right hand and clenched his fist as a warning.

His enhanced perception allowed him to immediately detect the unusual sounds coming from the forest on the opposite bank.

That's the goblin's unique cry.

Messy and disorderly.

"It must be those little green dwarfs coming."

Wang Yang excitedly licked his lips and gripped the blazing battle axe tightly with both hands.

He was furious because his monster was stolen from him earlier, and he had nowhere to vent his anger.

"Perfect timing!"

"I'm going to stick to this guy!"

Before he finished speaking, five or six short, green-skinned men suddenly sprang out from behind a pile of rocks on the other side of the riverbank.

This should be a goblin squad responsible for patrolling the perimeter of the camp.

Upon seeing humans, instead of fleeing, they brandished their rusty scimitars and wooden clubs, howling as they charged towards them.

"Wah la wah la!"

The piercing cries echoed across the empty riverbank.

"There are only six."

Li Bin quickly reported the quantity.

"They're all regular monsters, no elites."

"Brothers, let's go!"

Wang Yang roared and charged out like a heavy tank.

His fat bulged taut, and the battle axe in his hand dragged behind him, the blade occasionally striking the protruding pebbles on the ground and sending sparks flying.

This is the romance of close combat.

Zhong Chengyu and his two dorm mates carrying shields followed closely behind. Although their movements weren't as fluid, they were full of momentum.

Jiang Ming didn't rush in. He held his sword and stood guard on the flank, ready to finish off the enemy at any time.

however.

Just as Wang Yang was less than five meters away from the nearest goblin, he raised his axe high, ready to strike.

Suddenly, a series of rapid whooshing sounds filled the air.

"Bang bang bang!"

The sound of the bowstring vibrating blended together.

A dozen or so carbon arrows, like black raindrops, fell precisely into the goblin horde from around Wang Yang's body.

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

The dull thuds of sharp weapons piercing flesh rang out one after another.

The goblin at the very front suddenly had three arrows lodged in its head, and it fell straight backward like a hedgehog.

Green blood sprayed all over Wang Yang's face.

Then came the second one, the third one...

Before the goblins could even raise their weapons, they were bombarded by this terrifying rain of arrows.

The once menacing patrol team was reduced to a large number of casualties in the blink of an eye.

The remaining two, who were lucky enough not to be hit in vital areas, were also wounded below the neck and were screaming and rolling on the ground.