It's really hard to just farm peacefully.

Chapter 161

The door panel that Jiang Yan was holding was not thick enough, and many times she was almost pierced by the arrows that shot towards her, piercing through her palm.

If the guards on the city wall had not stopped after firing a few rounds, she might have given up on the spot. After all, she would not die faster if she did not pull people away.

It’s not that the guards don’t want to continue shooting arrows to stop the attack, but although Heyang County is considered a semi-important town, its arrow reserves are far from sufficient.

Originally there was a workshop for production, but in recent years the craftsmen were either recruited to the front lines or sent to the old emperor to help build the palace.

The craftsmen never came back after they left. They had to pick and choose the arrows they were issued with, and often recovered the good ones and carefully maintained them.

But it will always wear out after use, and many times they have to make and polish it themselves, but the accuracy and lethality are not as good.

Like the arrows they are using now, firing at a volley into a crowd of people can always hit a few people whose aim is not very demanding. The first thing they use is the arrows they sharpen themselves.

But doing it yourself is time-consuming and laborious, and due to lack of professionalism, many defective products are produced. It is great if you can prepare ten buckets and a hundred sticks on a daily basis.

Now that the epidemic is raging outside, no matter which type of arrows we use, one will be less and less. The guards dare not and cannot go out of the city to collect them. How can we not feel sad?

Therefore, when they found that the group of people below were approaching only to drag the wounded away and had no intention of ramming the city gate, they simply stopped and let it go.

Even though she stopped, Jiang Yan didn't dare to let go of her worries. After all, deception or betrayal happened all the time, and she couldn't leave her door panel.

The other people who helped also found something to cover themselves. After carrying the heavy objects, searching and dragging, they were exhausted and panting in a short time.

After searching and stopping for a while, when Jiang Yan and the others finally found all the people who were still breathing, night fell again.

Jiang Yan found a corner with few people and rested some distance away. She looked carefully in the light of the campfire... My goodness, the way the wound was treated was so rough that even if she did it... it wouldn't work.

A branch was stuffed into the wounded man's mouth, and then two people tied his hands and feet, while the other one quickly pulled out the arrow with a "pop".

The injured person convulsed in pain, and blood instantly splattered out from the hole. It was immediately covered by a handful of ash and then tied tightly with torn strips of cloth.

This set of actions of pulling out the arrow, stopping the bleeding and bandaging the wound seemed to be performed on Jiang Yan. She unconsciously gasped and hissed in pain.

The man treating the wound had sharp ears. He glanced at Jiang Yan and said, "Have you rested enough? Go tear some strips of cloth back. There won't be enough."

This meant that Jiang Yan was to go to the deceased and get some back. Jiang Yan responded and walked over. Suddenly, he felt that stripping the deceased's clothes was a bit immoral, but at the same time, he felt that it was forgivable to give in for the living.

She took out her treasured pair of scissors and began to cut the cloth, but she kept her head down and dared not look around.

But as he was tearing, Jiang Yan's eyes involuntarily wandered away, and then focused on the arrow that was so close to him.

Just pull it out. I don’t know how long it will hurt like this…

Just pull it out. With these, you don't have to worry about blisters on your palms...

Jiang Yan handed a large stack of cut cloth strips to the people who were treating the arrow wounds, and stared at the six arrows scattered at their feet... The arrowheads were in the shape of triangular pyramids.

She suddenly whispered to herself: "This must be made of iron, otherwise how could it be so sharp." Then she stepped on it and crushed it carefully.

In fact, she couldn't tell what material the shoes were made of, but the hard touch through the soles made her make a decision.

In ancient times, Zhuge Kongming borrowed arrows from a straw boat, and today, Jiangyan recovers second-hand arrows on the "battlefield".