Quick Transmigration: The Mad Beauty Refuses to Be the Scapegoat!

"What is this?"

Jiang Lai picked up the crossbow on the table, raised the bow stock, closed one eye to aim the arrow at the distant target, and placed his forefinger on the trigger.

A sharp and short "whoosh" sound was heard, as a sharp wooden arrow swiftly flew out and effortlessly penetrated the five-centimeter thick wooden target under everyone’s watchful gaze.

Everyone was wide-eyed with shock, staring at the terrifying weapon in Jiang Lai’s hands.

Ayuan recognized it at a glance.

"This is the weapon you used the day you saved us."

"This is called a crossbow, a weapon that shoots arrows using the bow arm and bowstring."

The beastmen had long mastered the making and use of bows and arrows, but those were simple bows that relied on momentary bursts of strength, limiting their power significantly.

However, the crossbow was different, it was easier to operate, more powerful, and once was the most formidable weapon of the cold weapon era.

Even though it was just wooden, Jiang Lai used the toughest wood, and the bowstring was made of molecular strings exchanged from the marketplace by Little Buding, which were unbreakable over time and had excellent tension.

That alone was enough to intimidate any invaders approaching the territory.

Jiang Lai handed the crossbow to Ayuan.

"You give it a try, close one eye, aim just below the center, do it the way I just did, go on."

Ayuan took the crossbow.

It had some weight, much heavier than a regular bow.

He inserted the arrow, set it up in front of him, aimed at the target, and pressed the trigger following Jiang Lai’s example.

"Whoosh——"

The arrow sliced through the air, firmly embedding itself in the nearby big tree.

Although it was off-target, the technique was still correct.

"Just like that, you teach everyone, the key is accuracy, keep practicing."

As everyone began learning, two elderly women cheerfully commented.

"We’ll go prepare some food for you, the leader likes tomatoes, let me pick some for you."

They were about to leave but were stopped by Jiang Lai.

"You two grandmas, don’t wander off, stay here and learn with everyone."

"We can’t learn it...it’s enough if you all do."

According to tribal traditions, the females’ work usually only involved raising cubs and farming, household chores, and other supporting tasks.

Tasks like hunting and defending against enemies were male duties.

So, when Jiang Lai was teaching everyone to use the crossbow, the two elderly women naturally planned to leave.

"We’re too old, teaching us would be a waste of time."

"It’s never too old to learn if you wish, if not, you can leave."

The two elderly women exchanged glances, and then said simultaneously.

"We want to, as long as the leader doesn’t mind us being old and slow to learn, we’re more than willing. In the future, even if we can’t help much, at the very least, we won’t be holding you back."

Jiang Lai nodded with a smile.

"I’ll teach you two personally, Ayuan, you take some uncles over there."

At night, under the illumination of incandescent lamps and the Wolf Clan’s natural excellent night vision, even deep into the night, it didn’t affect everyone’s learning at all.

In the latter half of the night, Jiang Lai felt sleepy and wanted to rest.

The two elderly women, surprisingly, were still energetic, showing no signs of fatigue, taking turns practicing shooting.

It seems that all these years of child-rearing really suppressed their innate nature.

Jiang Lai yawned.

"Grandmas, keep practicing, take a rest if you’re tired, and be careful not to get hurt."

"Don’t worry, leader, you go get some sleep, I’ll make you fried eggs in the morning."

So wonderful, able to do chores, cook, care for people gently and considerately, and now also able to spare energy to learn shooting, where could one find such great grandmas?

A night passed, and everyone made significant progress.

Jiang Lai originally thought that these crossbows would be more handy for the relatively stronger males, but unexpectedly, the two grandmas advanced the fastest.

Their accuracy was strong, with seven out of ten arrows hitting the target.

Of course, the fastest learner was still Ayuan, a natural warrior, quick to react and accurate, the crossbow in his hands seemed like a toy, and every one of the ten arrows hit the mark.

Seeing that everyone was learning adequately, Jiang Lai worked overtime to make each of them a crossbow.

The arrows were crafted from the hardest bamboo wood in the forest, and the arrowheads were sharpened stones, not as sharp as metal arrowheads, but they had some weight to stabilize the arrow’s direction, preventing wind from easily altering its trajectory, and were quite harmful.

Everyone who got their arrows was thrilled.

The one Ayuan held was the biggest and heaviest, and the most powerful. When he shot through a wooden stake under everyone’s gaze, Jiang Lai clapped his hands in satisfaction.

The day she completes her mission was just around the corner.

As the strongest weapon of the cold weapon era, Jiang Lai was still making improvements.

The current arrows could only be shot one by one, and the bow body and stock were made of wood, limiting explosive power and prone to wear.

What she needed to do now was to expedite the iron smelting process.

Of course, things had to be done one at a time, and as long as the plans were set, the Wolf Clan would grow and prosper as Jiang Lai envisioned.

Besides making crossbows, Jiang Lai studied some woodworking, using a modern woodworking craft guide given by Little Buding. She made a prosthetic leg for an uncle whose leg was severed, though somewhat rudimentary, once secured, he could walk slowly.

Besides, there were two with arm severed; Jiang Lai made them different prosthetics.

The severed arms were replaced with sharp and pointed knife blades.

With iron being precious, Jiang Lai dismantled some insignificant parts from the harvester, re-smelted, and re-forged, making two sharp short knives after two failed attempts.

One end of the short knife was inserted into wood, and the other wood end was bound to the severed limb.

Speechless with astonishment, the uncles looked at their new arms.

They never thought that their arms would someday become sharp weapons.

"Wear them and get used to them normally, so if the time comes to resist foreign enemies, you can protect yourselves."

One of the uncles, fixating on his new arm, said, teary-eyed with excitement.

"It’s better than my original arm."

He thought that he would be a useless old wolf for life.

But now, he felt full of strength again.

Several other uncles, with limbs intact but other injuries, curiously gathered around to observe.

"The leader is truly amazing!"

"You’re lucky to meet the leader, old fellow!"

"Life now is seriously better than a dream, from now on, I swear to protect our tribe with my life!"

The Wolf Clan loved swearing to defend the tribe to the death.

Jiang Lai was accustomed to hearing this, let them make their impassioned oaths beside her while she continued to attend to other tasks.

Another batch of bricks in the kiln was ready. Once finished, the entire wall could almost be built.