In front of the City of Wei, there was a lonely horse and a lonely corpse in the field.
Just like the confused warhorse, the people in the City of Wei and the Tang camp did not know what happened. Where did the arrow come from?
There was a deathly silence in the wilderness. It was absolute silence. Everyone was stunned.
After some time, the hoofbeats sounded again.
Another grassland cavalryman set off from the city gate and slowly rode towards the Tang camp in the south.
Everyone stared at this cavalryman, knowing that he would die in the next moment. The commander of the Duoer Cavalry of the Golden Tribe Royal Court obviously wanted this cavalryman to die so that he could find out where the arrow came from.
There was a soft hum, and there was a slight breeze in the morning light.
The cavalryman's cloak fluttered in the wind and dissipated before he could turn into a cloud.
Just like his life.
Another ordinary arrow pierced deeply into his eye socket, causing a spray of blood to spurt out.
When this cavalryman was shot to death, he was only a few dozen feet away from the City of Wei.
The hoofbeats sounded again and several grassland cavalrymen rushed out of the City of Wei.
The cavalrymen kept waving their leather whips, leaving bloody marks on the warhorse's buttocks. Their shouts broke the silence in front of the city gate. They were unafraid of death.
At this speed, even the best warhorse could not last long. It was not enough to support these cavalrymen from the City of Wei to the Tang camp in the south. But obviously, they did not care.
This time, the grassland people did not care about the rhythm, nor did they care about using time and speed to accumulate momentum. From the beginning, they rode at the fastest speed. They just wanted to rush out of the city gate.
They could not let the arrow that came from nowhere destroy the momentum of the Duoer Cavalry. They could not let the arrow break the rhythm of the Duoer Cavalry. They had to prove something.
Even if they would be shot to death soon after they got out of the city gate, it would at least prove that the mysterious and powerful archer could not do anything more unimaginable and could not stop all the cavalrymen.
But what happened next was really unimaginable.
The morning breeze blew gently, and the white cloaks spread out like clouds. There were three soft swishing sounds, and then the clouds suddenly disappeared, and blood suddenly appeared. The three grassland cavalrymen still didn't even make a sound before they fell from their horses to the ground.
Their eye sockets were pierced by arrows, and the liquid in their eyeballs mixed with blood flowed down.
The three arrows were still the standard arrows most commonly used by the Tang army.
What was even more shocking and frightening was that when these three Duoer Cavalry were killed, they were closer to the gates than the second Duoer Cavalry. More accurately, when they charged out of the gates, they were killed by the arrows.
That arrow … where did it come from?
Still, no one could see where the arrow came from.
Because the arrow was too fast.
How could an ordinary arrow be shot so far? How could he shoot so fast?
Speed and distance depended on the bow and the archer's strength, but what about accuracy?
The Duoer Cavalry was fully armored, with only their eyes exposed. Moreover, they were galloping at high speeds, which made it even harder to hit them. Yet, that person was able to hit them from such a distance!
Who on earth was that archer?
From the north to the south of the grassland, the Golden Palace, the Northern Battlefront Army, and the Horse Gang by the Shubi Lake, there were countless geniuses who were good at riding and shooting. Yet, none of them could do it!
The entire City of Wei fell into absolute silence again.
Some people had vaguely guessed where the arrow came from. Not where it came from, but who it came from.
For example, the Nation Master, Lebu, and A Da.
To be able to kill elite cavalrymen with wooden arrows over such a long distance, he must have unimaginable strength. He must be one of the most powerful cultivators in the world.
When people talked about a truly powerful archer, they would usually think of General Xiahou. After Xiahou was killed, there was only one person left, and that was the one who killed Xiahou.
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Not everyone could not see where the arrow came from.
At least, the Tang soldiers around the place where the arrow came from could see it clearly.
In an inconspicuous fort in the far north of the Tang camp, there was a fence that was built last night. There was someone standing behind the fence, and something that looked like a short fence.
A dozen Tang soldiers looked at that person, too shocked to speak. They did not know what to do at this moment. Only then did someone wake up and hurried to report to his superior.
That person was wearing an ordinary Tang uniform, just like any other Tang soldier.
He held an unusual iron bow in his hand. The body of the bow was dark, with complicated Talisman lines engraved on it. The iron bow seemed to have some kind of magic power.
The short fence next to the person was not a real fence, but a dense array of arrows. At least a thousand arrows were stuck tightly in the soil, squeezed together, and looked like a fence.
Hoofbeats sounded again in the City of Wei. No one knew how many Duoer Cavalry were trying to rush out of the city gate.
That person took out an arrow from the forest of arrows beside him, placed it on the string, and pulled the bow in silence. When the iron bow was half drawn, he loosened his fingers, and the string returned to its original position. With a swoosh, the arrow flew away.
A muffled groan came from the City of Wei in the distance, followed by the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.
At this moment, that person had already taken out a second arrow from the ground, and repeated the previous action.
Another muffled groan and the sound of a heavy object falling to the ground came from the City of Wei's gate. Another cavalry was shot down.
All the trained Tang soldiers knew that shooting an arrow was actually a breakdown of several actions, starting from the pulling of the arrow and ending with the release of the string. The people watching from the side in shock did not think that there was anything special about that person's action … it was even simpler and more mechanical than the archery actions commonly seen in the Tang camp.
Because it was simple and mechanical, it was not tall and straight, not to mention elegant.
But that person's arrow was fast, so fast that it was beyond the scope of human imagination.
In the direction of the City of Wei, the Duoer Cavalry's charge was no longer as slow as before.
But that person did not act like in some legends.
From the first arrow to the sixth arrow, the surrounding Tang soldiers did not blink. It was not because they were too shocked to blink, but because they did not have time to blink.
In the blink of an eye, six arrows pierced through the air.
Logically speaking, these Tang soldiers should not have been able to see the archer's movements. But they could, because the archer's movements were so accurate and steady that it was hard to imagine. There was no change in the repetitive movements. His fingers were always in the same position on the bowstring. Even the sleeves on his forearms did not tremble.
The six repeated actions were the overlapping shadows in the morning wind. When combined together, it could be seen clearly.
But there were shadows.
More arrows left the ground, were placed on the bowstrings, and pierced through the air.
The grassland cavalry that rushed out of the city fell to the ground, and then smashed into the ground, creating small blossoms of blood.
The cavalry did not stop charging, and the arrows did not stop shooting, not stopping at all.
In the end, the cavalry charged out of the city gate so fast that even that person could not aim. So he stopped aiming, and just shot with his elbows and wrists.
The sharp arrows crossed a long distance and came to the front of the City of Wei. They fell on the grassland cavalry, the warhorses, and the tough leather armor.
But they broke through the armor!
The moment the arrows touched the surface of the leather armor, they had completed their mission. The shafts were twisted into pieces by the huge force, but they still pushed the sharp arrowheads to their final destination.
That was deep inside the flesh of the cavalry or their mounts.
Looking at the figure of that person behind the fence, the Tang soldiers' eyes became more and more respectful.
Everything that happened was so unbelievable.
How terrifying the power of those arrows were?
What was that person's body made of? How could he shoot so many powerful arrows in a row? Even the martial arts masters in the army had to rest after shooting dozens of arrows. Otherwise, their muscles would definitely be seriously injured. But that man had already shot more than a hundred arrows, but his expression did not change. His body was as still as a mountain. Not to mention that his breathing had become rapid, even his chest did not seem to rise or fall!
Suddenly, urgent bugles sounded around the Tang camp.
Hundreds of Duoer Cavalry went around the city wall, and tried to occupy the higher ground of the meadow, and then charge towards the Tang camp.
But that person ignored them, and only stared at the city gate.
The Duoer Cavalry that was hiding in the city finally grasped the rhythm of the arrows. They found an opportunity, and opened the city gate completely. Then, dozens of cavalry that were the best at riding rushed out at the same time!
Dozens of Duoer Cavalry rushed out of the city gate, like countless clouds of fog rushing out of the gate between two mountains!
At this moment, no matter how amazing that person's archery was, he could not kill dozens of cavalry at the same time, not to mention that there were hundreds or even thousands of cavalry behind him waiting to continue the charge.
The Tang camp's shouts became more and more urgent, and six thousand cavalry mounted their horses, ready to counterattack. If the mysterious and terrifying arrows could not protect the front of the Central Military Camp, then they could only rely on the cavalry themselves.
But that person did not give the Tang cavalry a chance to fight.
He continued shooting arrows in silence. Facing the grassland cavalry that rushed out of the city gate like a cloud of fog, he shot an arrow.
He only shot one arrow.
Unlike before, this arrow was not pulled out from the grass beside him, but from the quiver on his back. That arrow was obviously different, the arrowhead was a round cylinder.
A shrill whistle sounded in the morning sky.
Under everyone's gaze, the arrow flew in an arc, and landed in front of the City of Wei.
There was a moment of silence.
Then.
Boom!
A loud bang sounded in front of the City of Wei, raising a lot of soil, as if it was going to tear open the sky!
Among the flying soil, there were the broken limbs of horses and cavalrymen, and even some heads flying in the air.
The City of Wei's gate collapsed, the soil and bricks in the soil rustled down, crushing countless injured Duoer Cavalry. Muffled groans and cries of pain could be faintly heard in the dust.
Another arrow came from the south.
This time, the sound of the arrow was clearer than before, not like a breeze, but like a hurricane, whistling mournfully.
The whistling of the arrow sounded continuously.
Hundreds of arrows, as if there was no break, passed through the morning wind, passed through the dust, and shot into the depths.
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A grassland cavalry jumped off his dead horse, pulled out his scimitar, and looked around anxiously, but did not know where the enemy was. Suddenly, an arrow came from the south, and pierced through his chest.
A grassland cavalryman crawled up with blood all over his body and walked out of the smoke and dust. He kept shouting something, appearing particularly ruthless. Suddenly, an arrow was shot into his mouth and came out from the back of his head, bringing with it a flower of blood.
A grassland cavalry fell to the ground, waved his scimitar, and killed his horse, which was still kicking after being shot. He struggled to stand up, eyes full of fear, and then he saw an arrow flying towards his fear.
Puff, puff, puff, puff. The arrow hit the leather armor, the eyes, the throat, and other different places, but made a very similar sound, which was the sound of something piercing.
Those arrows seemed to have magic power, and could pierce through everything.
In the dust in front of the City of Wei, there were deaths everywhere.
The sound of arrows and muffled groans, which represented death, rang incessantly.
After an unknown period of time, the dust finally settled, and the morning sun fell again, falling in front of the City of Wei, plated with a layer of red light. The morning sun finally peeked out of the grassland, red as if it was stained with blood.
The morning sun was like blood, and the front of the city was covered in blood.
At this time, the people inside and outside the city had already confirmed where the arrows came from.
Everyone looked at the Tang camp, at the fence.
Until now, not a single grassland cavalry could rush to the Tang camp.
In fact, except for the first three cavalrymen, no one could rush out of the City of Wei.
It was a mess in front of the City of Wei, with the corpses of the cavalrymen and warhorses piled up into a small hill.
Fresh blood flowed down from the small mountain like countless tiny waterfalls.
Back then, in front of the Verdant Canyon, Jun Mo blocked with his sword, and no one could pass.
After Jun Mo lost his arm, no one thought that such a scene would appear again.
Who would have thought that the scene in the City of Wei would appear again today, but in reverse.
Today, with one arrow in the south, no one could come out.
That person, with an iron bow and a ground full of arrows, had sealed the Golden Tribe Royal Court's most powerful cavalry in the City of Wei!
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At the same time the explosion occurred at the city gates, the hundreds of Duo 'er Cavalry that were charging towards the Tang camp from both sides also suffered a crushing blow. The crossbow battalion that had been hiding at the side all this while, released their long-prepared rage and concentrated crossbow arrows at the same time.
There was a buzzing sound on the grassland. It was the sound of zither, as if countless zithers were playing the same tune. After a while, when the sound disappeared, tens of thousands of crossbow arrows fell at the same time, like a rainstorm.
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The Royal Court had designed the route of their charge to pass through the city, because this was the shortest distance and the shortest time. However, no one expected that this route would be so dangerous.
The attack from the two sides needed to go around the city, so it was not direct enough to break through Xu Chi's rain of crossbow arrows. Therefore, the real turning point of the battle was still the middle route, and it depended on whether the Duoer Cavalry could rush out of the city gate.
Only by rushing out of the city gate could there be a possibility of continuing the charge, and all the subsequent plans could be carried out. If they could not even rush out of the city gate, how could they talk about anything else?
Behind the mountain of corpses that was dripping with blood at the city gate, the angry and violent curses of the nobles of the Royal Court could be vaguely heard, along with the merciless orders and hurried footsteps. No one knew how many people were rushing over, hoping to clear the mountain of corpses from the city gate in the shortest time possible, so as to make way for the cavalry behind.
As for whether the iron hooks and ropes would hurt the bodies of the tribal warriors in the process, it was no longer within the grassland people's consideration. The desire to live had overwhelmed everything else.
However, for the last warriors of the Golden Tribe Royal Court, today was destined to be a day of despair. The Tangs did not give them any chance, not even a chance to move the bodies of their compatriots.
Inside and outside the City of Wei, there was suddenly a brief moment of silence.
The sky that was dyed red by the rising sun suddenly revealed its original azure color.
The wild flowers that were gently swayed by the wind on the field suddenly stopped moving, and the air that wrapped the fragile petals suddenly became countless times more viscous.
The grassland warhorses in the city and the warhorses in the Tang camp outside the city all looked up at the sky at the same time, becoming a little anxious and restless, but too afraid to neigh to vent their emotions.
The aura of heaven and earth was undergoing a drastic change.
The heaven and earth that human eyes could see did not change at all.
It was even more tranquil and beautiful than before.
In the silence, suddenly there were countless hissing sounds, and then a horrible scene appeared in front of everyone's eyes — the mountain of corpses of the cavalrymen and warhorses in front of the City of Wei collapsed.
He watched as his building collapsed. When the building collapsed, it must have disintegrated, starting from the eaves and beams of the building. The mountain of corpses also began to disintegrate from the inside.
The tough leather armor and the strong body of the warhorse instantly disintegrated, turning into countless pieces of flesh and blood. The thin waterfall formed by the blood became much thicker, and then everything fell apart!
In the middle of the mountain of corpses in front of the City of Wei, there was a huge gap, about two feet wide.
Apart from blood and flesh soaking in the bloody water, there was nothing else in the wound.
The streets of the city could be seen at a glance.
People standing in the city could also clearly see the scenery outside the city.
But at this moment, there was no one left standing in the City of Wei.
The streets were filled with fallen yellow soil and accumulated dust.
The wind was howling incessantly.
The peasants and slaves who were carrying the bodies of the cavalrymen, and the hundreds of Duoer Cavalry who were standing in the middle of the street ready to charge at the Tang camp … all disappeared.
Just like the bodies of the cavalrymen in the gap of the mountain of corpses.
These lives, which were still alive a moment ago, had now become formless chunks of flesh and blood.
The street became the coldest and most terrifying Shuraba in the Buddhism Sect.
There was nothing left except death.
This was a tunnel of death.
This was an arrow path.
The arrow path extended from the south to the north of the city, breaking a mud wall in the north of the city. Dozens of carriages on the wall emitted clear light, protecting themselves. The corners of the carriages were damaged, revealing something pale inside, which looked like human bones.
The national master looked to the south, his face pale.
The people who were affected by the arrow path fled in all directions, bleeding, avoiding the second attack that did not happen. There were panicked shouts everywhere, only quieting down after a long time.
The people hid behind the wheels, behind the uneasy horses, following the national master's gaze to the south. Their faces were full of fear, and their eyes were even showing signs of losing focus.
At this moment, a straight Leng Ning Yun slowly appeared in the sky above the streets of the City of Wei.
Some people had already guessed who the person who shot the arrow was. Now that the famous Leng Ning Yun appeared in front of them, their guesses were confirmed.
In an instant, thousands of people died, half of them were Duoer Cavalry who were ready to charge.
This was not a massacre, but it was more terrifying.
Facing such an unimaginable scene, facing an enemy beyond imagination, the grassland people could not even be angry, only fear, and despair.
Even the bravest man in the tribe lost all confidence at this moment.
Scattered sounds of hooves came from the south gate of the City of Wei.
The smoke and dust from the gap in the mountain of corpses gradually settled.
A man walked in from there.
An old horse was dragging an old cart behind him. The cart was filled to the brim with arrows.
The man carried a quiver on his back and an iron bow on his shoulder.
The man's clothes were mottled by the blood and dust that fell from the sky.
He was wearing an ordinary Tang military uniform.
He looked like an ordinary soldier of the Tang army.
He was just an ordinary soldier of the Tang.
Many years ago, he was a soldier in the City of Wei.
After many years, he finally returned to the city.
He was a wanderer who returned to his hometown at the border village.
He was a veteran who dreamed of the Horn Battalion.
He was covered with dust and unstoppable.
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