Wooden guns, this is a landmark building for cannon fodder soldiers.

"Get closer, get closer..." After a few breaths, Qin Hu had made sure that he was not wrong.

The other party may be the enemy's scouts, which were called scouts in this era. They were trying to enter the camp and conduct reconnaissance.

Of course, if conditions permit, you can also throw poison, set fire, or perform a beheading operation.

"One, two, three..." He and Qin An lay on the ground motionless, until now, he suddenly jumped up and threw the wooden gun out as a javelin.

"Puff!"          The scout could not wear armor. Because of the inconvenience of movement, the shot directly pierced his chest.

Then Qin Hu picked up the wooden gun belonging to Qin An, jumped out of the shaft, and chased him desperately in the opposite direction.

For the reliability of intelligence, scouts require mutual surveillance and do not allow alone action, so at least two are allowed.

After a few strokes, Qin Hu threw a black shadow to the ground.

Then he held the wooden gun and strangled it to his neck. With a crisp sound, the man's head lowered.
Chapter completed!