The deputy general around him hesitated: "Will it make a big deal?"

Chu Luo repeated expressionlessly: "Shoot the arrow!"

The deputy general was sure of the general's determination. He picked up the whistle hanging around his neck, breathed a sigh of relief, and then started to blew it in three or two shorts.

Those "first-mount" that had never been seen appeared on the lake. The soldiers on the boat took down their long bows, bent their bows and arrows, and aimed at the Maitreya scholars on the opposite side...

Another shrill whistle sounded, as if the impermanent whistle was screaming in pursuit of life.

Immediately afterwards, an endless rain of arrows rose from the lake and fell on the Maitreya religious believers in a blink of an eye.

There was no blood blooming in the dark, but the sound of sharp blades entering the flesh and the continuous screams undoubtedly reminded people that a massacre was in progress.

The rain of arrows poured down continuously, separating a three-meter-long death zone between the Xiangyang Lake Water Army and the Maitreya believers. However, the bloody killing not only did not scare the crazy Maitreya believers, but also stimulated their madness. They shouted "I am going to the joy of the other people". They rushed into the rain of arrows and were shot to the ground one by one. If there were a pair of eyes that could see through the darkness, they would be shocked to find that the expressions on these believers who fell down by the arrows were not fear, pain, nor happiness, but liberation...

Nothing to love life, nothing to suffer death...

Even though the darkness greatly reduced the stimulation of bloody killing, the strong bloody smell still reminded the archers on the lake that what they did, and their hands were slowed down for a while. It was this moment when the sparseness was swept over by the believers. Their madness had already scared the soldiers on the opposite side, and the spear stabbed out was soft and powerless.

The mobs who finally broke through the rain of arrows were very motivated. They clamped the spears that pierced with their arms and even their bodies. The believers behind rushed up and threw the soldiers in the front row to the ground.

The soldiers in the back row simply threw away their spears and ran into the camp, regretting that their parents had fewer legs. Less than two feet behind them, countless ferocious Maitreya scholars were chasing them...

The captain guarding the camp saw clearly on the tower. If he waited for these people to run in, the camp gate would not be closed in time. Before he could soften his heart, he swung the axe in his hand and slashed hard on a tight rope on his right hand.

The rope broke in response to the sound and suddenly flew out. Almost at the same time, the hanging camp gate lost its concern and landed on the ground, blocking the deserters who had already rushed to the door.

The deserters slapped the strong camp gate desperately, wailed, begged, and scolded... Some people turned around and kowtowed in tears, begging the Maitreya religious believers to spare their lives.

The believers who shouted "The one who kills one person is the Bodhisattva of One-distance, and the one who kills ten people is the Bodhisattva of Ten-distance," were already in a state of madness, ignored any begging, and rushed up frantically. Several people pressed down one, and bit it like a wolves. Soon, there was no other soldier standing under the camp gate.

The captain on the tower had a gray face and roared, "Cheer, shoot these beasts to death." But he forgot that he was also an accomplice.

After a brief pause, the rain of arrows on the boat fell down again. At this time, Che Yinguo also took his archer camp to the wall. The two sides attacked each other, and the power was more than twice as high, and the distance between three feet below the wall was cleared.

At the end of the team, a sound of whimpering snails suddenly came to mind. The manic and rushing church people turned around and ran. The team of tens of thousands of people completed the turn in the blink of an eye and retreated like a tide.

On the top of the city, the archers on the warship also stopped shooting. They looked at each other with pale faces, unable to tell whether today was a killing or a nightmare.

When Chu Luo saw Che Yinguo appearing on the wall of the camp, he couldn't help but feel anxious, but the situation was serious at that time and had no time to take care of him. Seeing the enemy retreating, regardless of Che Yinguo's greeting on the shore, he jumped onto a red horse boat and ordered the soldiers to row back to the Zhongjun Village at full speed.

Seeing that he arrived at the dock, he jumped up and jumped to the shore before the ship stopped. However, because of his inertia, he staggered forward a few steps. He didn't care about his image and adjusted his steps slightly, and rushed into his mansion like those crazy teaching people.

After passing through the two courtyard walls, he finally arrived at the backyard of his living. Seeing that the door was closed, his fear was slightly calmed down. He leaned on the sword and gasped for a while. Then he walked to the door nervously. When he pushed it, he couldn't help but be foolish in the local area.

The room was in a mess, and the bed with great importance was lifted off the bed board, and the large iron cabinet under the bed had been completely destroyed...

Qin Lei stood at the bow of the boat, looked at the fleeing Maitreya monks and whispered: "Send a signal!"
Chapter completed!