Before his words echoed in the air, Han Sanhe's expression turned cold and ruthless as he raised his right hand lightly.
What followed was a series of commands that rang out resolutely behind him.
In front of them, the countless fleeing Dongxuan soldiers saw that they had regained their footing and were regrouping. It was as if hope had dawned upon them and they were about to return to their troops. However, they were shocked to see tens of thousands of longbows drawn, the arrowheads glinting coldly as they pointed at the sky in front of them.
There were many Dongxuan soldiers who saw this, but they did not know the purpose of this action and who it was aimed at.
Yutang's pursuing troops were still a distance away; they were not even within the range of the arrows. Was this not an aimless shot?
"Teacher!"
Zhan Ge's heart skipped a beat when he saw the situation.
Han Sanhe ignored Zhan Ge's call and ordered faintly, "Release the arrows!"
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh …
Countless sharp arrows covered the entire sky in an instant.
The arrows that blanketed the sky were not aimless. The fleeing Dongxuan soldiers who were still surging forward suffered the sudden rain of arrows almost unprepared, collapsing with cries of agony.
With just a single wave of arrows, no less than ten thousand routed soldiers were killed on the spot!
They were the last part of Dongxuan's fleeing troops, the link between Dongxuan and Yutang's pursuing troops.
Han Sanhe had cut off this link for the sake of the follow-up battle, like a warrior who had cut off his wrist, ruthlessly.
The rain of arrows stopped as the thick stench of blood permeated the air.
The stench of blood had always been a common occurrence on the battlefield, but the source of such a huge commotion and casualties was their own people. It was inevitable that it was different from the past. The entire Dongxuan troop suddenly fell into an unprecedented silence.
It was the duty of a soldier to obey orders. It was not that the tens of thousands of archers did not know what they were doing, but since the order was given by their superior, they had to execute it. Although they already had a rough idea of what to do, the reality was still shocking and chilling to the core.
Since the tens of thousands of archers were acting this way, the other Dongxuan soldiers were even more fearful and doubtful.
"I know what you want to say," Han Sanhe said expressionlessly, "It's not too late to wait for them to rejoin the troop. In fact, as long as we mobilize the Shadow Knights that have already been gathered to support them, they will be able to return safely, right? "
Zhan Ge stared straight ahead at the black mass of corpses of his comrades. The corpses were like porcupines. He felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife. For a moment, he actually forgot to reply.
"But you've forgotten that time waits for no man. Let's not talk about how they're going to deal with Yutang's pursuing troops if they rush over and have no time to get into formation."
Han Sanhe said coldly, "Furthermore, their so-called return will only cause another wave of chaos to the troops that have already formed their combat capabilities. You have to know that at this point in time, even the slightest disturbance or the slightest disturbance will cause a huge impact. We won't have the room to reorganize the troops anymore."
"At that time, as long as the enemy charges and establishes an advantage, they will be able to trigger the panic from before. At that time, it would truly be a crushing defeat, and they would die a graveless death. "
Han Sanhe uttered faintly, "Battle song!"
Although Han Sanhe's voice was nonchalant, his tone was cold and harsh.
Zhan Ge shuddered when he heard him, lifting his head in terror. "Teacher!"
"Listen carefully, watch carefully. This is the last time I'm teaching you!" Han Sanhe said rather ominously, "What comes next is another lesson. This time, it's called … cultivation of aura!"
Before his words echoed in the air, he waved his hand.
Suddenly, a loud roar erupted from the janissaries. "Roar!"
Then, thousands of people roared at the same time. The sound was earth-shattering and deafening.
"Fight!"
"Fight!"
"Fight!"
All the soldiers and steeds, all the soldiers were energized at once.
Then, a voice hollered, "Chill with a sword! Mountains and rivers! "
The voice was unexpectedly majestic and impassioned.
Three thousand janissaries puffed out their chests at the same time, shouting with all their might, "Chill with a sword, mountains and rivers!"
Another person's voice rang out, "Chill with a sword, mountains and rivers!"
This time, there were more echoes. "Chill with a sword, mountains and rivers!"
It was no longer a call for a hundred or a thousand responses, but tens of thousands of people.
Then, another voice led the way, "Chill with a sword, mountains and rivers!"
All the two hundred thousand Dongxuan soldiers who were already in formation chanted in unison, "Chill with a sword, mountains and rivers!"
In the end, everyone, be it the injured, the janissaries or the routed soldiers, roared at the same time, their voices growing more and more uniform.
More and more forceful.
More and more direct.
The flag was waved.
The cheering stopped abruptly.
However, Zhan Ge could clearly feel the soaring fighting spirit, the invincible aura, coalescing into form amidst these few chants.
They were routed soldiers who had just been gathered, but they had formed an aura that was sharper than a dagger in a matter of moments.
Zhan Ge even felt a surge of confidence that even if Fu Baoguo were to arrive with his army, he would be able to fight them with such a troop in his hands.
There was only awe in Zhan Ge's heart at this moment.
Han Sanhe's method of reorganizing the army seemed ordinary, at most, but to be able to achieve such a feat at a time like this, when they were on the losing end, was truly a miracle!
It was unbelievable!
On the opposite side, Yutang's cavalry appeared amidst the smoke and dust as expected, their ferocious aura not diminishing at all.
Han Sanhe squinted and said, "The aura has been formed, but it's a pity that the combat power is still incomplete. This is the third lesson I'll teach you, and the last lesson I'll teach you in this life. "
"This lesson is called Sacrifice!"
Zhan Ge's heart skipped a beat as he lifted his head to look at Han Sanhe and cried out involuntarily, "Teacher, you …"
Han Sanhe stared at the opposite side with narrowed eyes.
A rush of galloping could be heard as a crimson cloud burst out from Yutang's cavalry formation. It took only a few breaths but it had already traversed thousands of feet and arrived before Dongxuan's troop alone.
As the crimson cloud arrived, a voice filled with murderous intent rang out, "Han Sanhe, since you're already here, do you still think you can leave?"
A tall and majestic crimson steed entered Dongxuan's sight.
The red steed was taller than ordinary horses by at least one and a half heads, and its body was almost two and a half meters tall. Its entire body was covered in red fur, and it stood there like a burning flame, raging endlessly.
The pair of horse eyes were filled with intelligence. When their gazes met, Dongxuan's people actually felt a faint sense of disdain.
Disdain?
This was merely a horse, but it actually gave off the feeling that it did not even consider the two hundred thousand soldiers in front of it worthy of its attention!
It stood there, its red mane floating in the air like flames. It looked at the group as if saying, "All of you are trash!"
On the horse's back, a person stood tall and straight, equally arrogant and disdainful.
That handsome and exquisite face made everyone feel ashamed of their own inferiority. His figure was tall and slender, like a jade tree in the wind. His purple robe fluttered slightly in the wind but his gaze was like a bolt of lightning, filled with boundless iciness. As he scanned the Dongxuan troop in front of him, his gaze focused on Han Sanhe.
The long saber in the man's hand was still gleaming with a crimson glow. It was a ghastly sight, but there was a hint of a cruel smile on his face.
"Hahaha …" Han Sanhe's chuckle rang out calmly. His eyes were filled with admiration as he looked at Yun Yang and said with a smile, "So it's Young Master Yun who has graced us with your presence. It looks like this old and useless one hasn't guessed wrongly. Young Master Yun is no ordinary person indeed."
Yun Yang smiled faintly and said, "I'm very pleased to be looked upon so highly by Marshal Han."
This time, Han Sanhe's composure struck Yun Yang as something special and unexpected.
Han Sanhe could feel Yun Yang's deific sense lingering on him. He could not shake it off no matter what he said under such circumstances; he could not help feeling apprehensive.
Other than being the publicly acknowledged God of War, Han Sanhe also had considerable cultivation base attainment that was no weaker than Old Marshal Qiu or Leng Daoyin. He was already at the pinnacle realm's advanced level. Based on his talent alone, Dongxuan might lose a God of War but it might gain a heaven realm cultivator if he were to devote himself to cultivation.
In spite of this, Han Sanhe had already circulated his deific consciousness to its maximum, but he still could not break free from Yun Yang's harassment. The only reason was that Yun Yang's cultivation base was far above Han Sanhe's and had reached a height that exceeded Han Sanhe's knowledge!
Han Sanhe was not the only one who was shocked, the experts beside him were equally shocked.
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