Gu Ji and Tian Hong had always thought that the Han Tribe warriors carried short spears made of iron. Only now did they realize that those things were not weapons meant to be thrown.
A slender sword was mounted at the front of this strange iron-tube weapon, and it could be attached and removed with ease. However, that seemed to be merely an auxiliary function, because in truth, this was evidently a long-range weapon.
Something similar to a bow or crossbow.
Yet neither of them saw any arrows mounted on it. They only noticed that whenever the Han Tribe used the weapon, it produced a tremendous bang, like summer thunder exploding overhead, and spouted flames.
Any prey struck by it would immediately gush blood and collapse, a large hole blown into its body.
They could not figure out what this thing was, whether it was some technological creation or a gift from the deities. But one thing was clear to them: this weapon was terrifyingly powerful. There probably was not a single tribe in the world that could stand against the Han Tribe.
They did not understand or know much about the other tribes, but one thing they knew very well was that the White House Tribe definitely could not win.
Forget the fire-spouting weapons in the soldiers' hands. Even if they all switched to broadswords, wooden clubs, and spears, the White House Tribe still would not stand a chance.
Why?
Because the Han Tribe chieftain's guards alone numbered a full fourteen hundred, and every one of them was a sturdy adult male.
Looking at the White House Tribe in contrast, its entire population was only around two thousand. The men, women, old, and young of the whole tribe together did not even outnumber the guards beside Luo Chong.
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