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"Kill~"

"Kill~"

The 30,000 "Rongchao" army rushed towards the solemn frontier formation with blood and courage. The shouts shook the sky and the earth, as if they could shatter the world.

"Beat the drum! Form the formation!"

"Dongdongdongdongdong~"

"Drink~"

On Zhang Zhaotong's side, three-way drums sounded, and five square arrays immediately arranged in a row in a row. Many soldiers in the army also took the battle for the first time, so they were inevitably a little nervous. However, after the arduous training of the border army's career and more than a month of marching, all the prerequisites for becoming a qualified veteran have been completed. What they lack is the baptism of war. As long as they waved the weapons in their hands and brought out the first blood mark on the enemy's body, they completed the final transformation and turned into a cold war machine.

War is so dark and cruel, warrior! No matter how luxurious words are used to modify it, it cannot change the fact that exists for the sake of killing. If a warrior can no longer wave his arms to take the enemy's life on the battlefield, no matter how brave he is, he will never be a qualified warrior!

"The crossbowman is ready, follow my order~"

"The enemy's army is one hundred and forty steps away from our army's large formation! The wind direction is smooth! The middle formation is thrown!"

"Shit ~"

The five hundred feather arrows rose one after another and rose into the air. With the roar of string thunder, they formed a thick black arc and fell towards the enemy's running line...

"Puff puff puff puff puff..."

"ah……"

"No……"

The arrow feathers drove the arrow shaft to accelerate and rotate. The cold arrowhead ruthlessly brought out a wave of boiling blood from the locked target, turning into blood beads the size of beans and scattered in his own array...

The enemy soldiers who were caught in the arrow immediately let out a miserable whine. Several young and strong men without armor were shot in the body, chest, throat, storefront and other parts, and howled and fell to the ground. Before they could moan, they were overwhelmed by the big feet of countless companions, as if they had never appeared in the world...

Dozens of other Long Army soldiers were shot in arrows on their arms, waists and even legs, and they lost the ability to continue fighting, but they were crowded in the already chaotic military formation and could not leave the battlefield at all. They had no choice but to grit their teeth and endure the pain and rush forward...

"Run over, rush over!"

Seeing that his formation became a little chaotic because of a wave of feather arrows, Hua Yun yelled anxiously and asked the entire army to rush forward. As long as he avoided the terrifying rain of arrows, he believed that he would definitely defeat the opposite army.

People are always like this, and they always have two choices for things that have not been born. Either respect them as gods or disdain them. Flower clouds belong to the latter.

Although Liu Ce's border army's outstanding achievements have been heard from time to time, he still naively thought that this was just an exaggeration from the world. Just imagine that Liu Ce was a beggar in a temple. How could the lowly tribe among the lowly tribe have such an amazing record? He would not believe it even if he was killed...

For example, now, when they are attacked by arrow rain, they still maintain this optimistic and innocent idea, believing that as long as they rush up, the iron armor formations on the opposite side will immediately disintegrate. When the time comes, a hundred thousand troops will join forces, and they will definitely be able to wipe out all the "exaggerated" army, take their armor for themselves, and expand the strength of the "Longchao".

Innocence is a good thing, and optimism is a rare mentality, but sorry, at some point, it is stupid to combine the two! For example, when Hua Yun's ridiculous thoughts arise in his mind, he is destined to pay a heavy price...

"Wind~"

"Wind~"

"Wind~"

One hundred and ten steps, Zhang Zhaotong's five square formations of copper whistles roared together, but when he heard a deafening roar of strings, a black cloud floated in the air, causing the distorted noise of the air to roar, roaring towards the army led by Hua Yun...

"Puff puff puff puff puff puff puff puff..."

"Ahhhh~~"

This time, a rain of arrows composed of 2,500 pieces rushed into the bodies of the Long Army soldiers like dense locusts. The cold arrowheads greedily gnawed the flesh and blood of the arrow soldiers. The affected areas were full of splashing red, accompanied by shrill howlings, completely disrupting the formation of the Long Army.

"Free~~"

"Free~~"

"Free~~"

"Tututu~"

Before these enemy troops who were rushing to the formation came back to their senses, Zhang Zhaotong once again ran a devilish roar. The next moment, the impatient crossbowmen who had been waiting for a long time shot, and five hundred crossbow arrows ready to fire out quickly from the tight shield gap, shooting all the Long Army soldiers who were advancing in the forefront to the ground. The splattered blood collided with each other and turned into a blood mist on the battlefield. The strong fishy smell stimulated the olfactory nerves of the soldiers who rushed forward all the time.

"Puff~"

"Uh~"

A Long Army soldier held a shield in his hand and saw a crossbow arrow flying towards him quickly. He was shocked and instinctively blocked the shield to his chest. However, he was still a step slower. The crossbow arrow penetrated into his chest along the edge of his shield. The thin layer of leather armor on his body could not stop the penetration of the crossbow arrow.

He only heard a light sound of bone cracks, and then his heart seemed to be hit hard. Then a bone-bending pain made his whole body cold as if he was in a cold cellar. He could no longer help but vomit a mouthful of blood, and his face turned back with a very distorted face, feeling the terrifying suffocation of life at the end of his life, and the terrifying scene of the darkness of death, were finally ruthlessly trampled by countless big feet.

This crossbow arrow broke all his heart and sternum...

"Huh~"

"Swish~"

After five hundred crossbow arrows, another round of crossbows was fired at once. The Trisidic tactics of the powerful crossbows and the shooting of the stair bows were combined. This terrifying long-range strike allowed Longjun to give this group of "new recruits" who had almost no combat experience and systematic training to vividly teach this group of "new recruits" who had almost no combat experience and systematic training. Tuition is their own life!

The closer the crossbow arrows are, the greater the lethality. Within the visible straight line, the Long Army soldiers who rushed to the formation were killed and injured. Even the shields in the hands of many people were cracked by the high-speed rotating crossbow arrows.

The feather arrows were specifically responsible for cleaning up the soldiers of the central and rear army. Under the long-range strikes of three waves of crossbows, these Long Army soldiers were already on the verge of collapse at eighty steps...

"Run, don't stop, keep rushing!"

Seeing the army began to slow down, Hua Yun was extremely anxious, but no matter how he roared and whipped, or even threatened with death, these were already scared by the overwhelming rain of arrows and the crossbow arrows as fast as a meteor. Looking at the scene of howling everywhere and blood flowing, they became more and more careful, fearing that the terrible crossbow would attack on them again.

"Shot the arrows and crossbows, shoot me hard, and shoot this group of bastards to death!"

"Huh~~"

As the saying goes, what you are afraid of is what you are afraid of, Zhang Zhaotong roared extremely arrogantly when he saw the enemy slow down. In the next breath, with the sound of the bronze whistle that made people feel ripped off, thousands of arrows passed by like a storm, and rushed to the "new recruits" who had just started fighting formations again...

"Puff puff puff puff puff..."

"Sher~~"

The arrowhead broke through, and the sound of ground like a minced meat brought all the soldiers in the Long Army who were caught on the ground. From a distance, these soldiers who rushed to the battlefield were like wheat fields harvested in autumn, and were "cut" to the ground. The entire battlefield was filled with painful whine, as if they were in hell...

"Well~"

"Bang~"

"Ah, my legs~"

Hua Yun, who was immediately trying his best to command the battle, suddenly a war horse under his crotch neighed and pushed him to the ground. Looking closely, he saw that his war horse was pierced by more than ten feather arrows. He was lying in front of him, panting, dying, obviously he couldn't survive. When Hua Yun fell to the ground, he broke his right leg, and he screamed loudly in pain...

"General Hua is dead, run away quickly, we are defeated~"

Unexpectedly, Hua Yun fell into the horse and became the last straw that overwhelmed these soldiers. People who didn't know why were they screamed in horror when Hua Yun fell into the horse. In an instant, the three battle formations collapsed and all shouted and ran towards the formation behind them frantically.

They were still seventy steps away from Zhang Zhaotong's formation, and they were defeated by the rain of arrows before they could even fight each other...

"When you come back, you are not allowed to retreat, you are not allowed...ah...retreat...help...help...help...help..."

Hua Yun, who was about to gather the defeated army again, roared loudly, but was stepped on by the army that had already lost control, and immediately turned into a cry for help.

However, the defeated army that fled in all directions was not enough to care about him. As long as you can survive, even the King of Heaven will not stop him. The war is too terrible. It is really not done by humans. It is better to go home and farm honestly...

"Save...save...save...save...save..."

"Oh...Oh..."

With infinite attachment to life, Hua Yun felt the sound of the flesh and blood being trampled on his body. He lay on the ground, his face covered in blood, stretched out his palm to the broken city tower. Gradually, his vision became blurry, and finally he opened his eyes and cut off his vitality.

"Prince of Longchao" became the first victim since the founding of the country. He was trampled to death by his own people. When he was collecting the body, he found that Hua Yun's whole body had already been trampled into mud, and even his intestines and eyes were trampled, and there was no inch of complete skin on his body...

"Highly twenty steps, don't take prisoners. If you lie on the ground, you will be killed by all the soldiers of the border soldiers!"

The enemy army was shot at zero casualties at the beginning of the battle and was defeated by 30,000 people. Zhang Zhaotong was overjoyed and issued an order to advance, and at the same time cruelly ordered the killing of prisoners...
Chapter completed!