"Charge," Pei Zi Yun ordered, and the chariot charged into the battlefield.
The Phantom Lady told him to return to the battlefield of Troy to search for the Blood of God. Once he reached Troy, he was to use his Priestess Sense to sense the surroundings to determine the location of the Blood of God as soon as possible.
In an instant, all sorts of visible and invisible images of the battlefield were imprinted in Pei Zi Yun's mind.
Hector is advancing, charging at the enemy's defense line, while Apollo is hidden above him, holding a terrifying shield, guiding Hector's charge.
This is the battle of the gods! Pei Zi Yun immediately saw all sorts of strange sights on the battlefield. There were mortals and gods, but he did not find the Blood of God that he needed.
Maybe the time isn't right yet. Pei Zi Yun thought to himself. Before him, the Greeks and Trojans were shouting and fighting fiercely. The heroes of both sides threw their spears at each other from time to time.
Spears and arrows flew all over the battlefield. If one was not careful, one could be pierced by a spear flying from afar. There was also the sound of bowstrings being pulled. This was the archers aiming at the enemy, waiting for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack.
In this war, both sides used everything they could for the sake of victory.
Pei Zi Yun's chariot did not continue deeper. His main goal was still to search for the Blood of God on the battlefield.
This was not the right time to obtain the Blood of God. Pei Zi Yun could use this chaotic opportunity to kill some Greek heroes. He picked up a bow from the chariot, put the quiver on his left shoulder, and looked around.
I've got it! Not far away, a Greek hero stabbed his spear, and a Trojan soldier fell. After killing one, he did not stop. He laughed and cut down another.
There were no Trojan heroes around, and it was difficult for the ordinary soldiers to defend against them. Some parts of the army had already collapsed. Pei Zi Yun took a closer look. "It's the friend of the King of Athens, Menastos, Arcesilaus."
"When I went to Athens, we had a drink together. Unfortunately, I can only take your life now." Pei Zi Yun took advantage of Arcesilaus's unpreparedness, nocked an arrow, and shot it.
Poof.
The arrow passed through and accurately hit Arcesilaus's head. It pierced deeply, and he died instantly. The heavy corpse fell to the ground, kicking up some dust.
Arkesilaos's master and guards were immediately in an uproar. Looking in the direction of the voice, they saw a young man nocking an arrow with a sharp gaze.
"It's Prince Paris. He killed Arcesilaus." A few people rushed forward in grief and indignation.
"Pu pu pu!" Pei Zi Yun, who was standing on the chariot, released another three arrows. The bowstring vibrated as the arrows were released. Without any suspense, another three people were killed.
Pei Zi Yun shook his hands, feeling sore and swollen. However, the morale of the Greek team had crumbled. They retreated backwards, trying to get out of the firing range.
"Trojans, kill them."
"Yes, Prince Paris." The soldiers of Troy had long been subdued by Prince Paris's stunning performance. They cheered and pounced forward to kill the remaining Greeks.
"Continue charging in." He then thought to himself, 'I can feel that my arrows have never missed their target. This must be Apollo's blessing. He is the god of long-range shooting.'
Although Apollo had been following Hector, he had also been paying attention to Paris's movements. When he saw Paris pick up his bow and shoot at the Greeks, he did not hesitate to bless Pei Zi Yun's bow and arrow.
Pei Zi Yun's archery skills were excellent to begin with. With Apollo's blessing, even someone as strong as Arcesilaus could not defend against an arrow and was killed instantly.
After killing a Greek hero, Pei Zi Yun once again searched the battlefield for another Greek hero that he could kill.
After a while, he saw another Greek hero not far away. This hero was continuously killing the Trojan soldiers, attracting Pei Zi Yun's attention.
Just as this hero used his long spear to kill one of the Trojans, Pei Zi Yun took advantage of this opening. He aimed his bow and shot out two consecutive arrows.
Whoosh, whoosh.
Like lightning, the two arrows arrived in front of this hero one after the other.
Clang.
This hero was indeed a hero who had been famous for many years. When he was ambushed, he was still able to react. He raised his spear to block an arrow, but when the second arrow came, he could only watch as it pierced into his chest.
Poof. The strength of the arrow was very strong. The arrow was almost half buried in his chest. This hero staggered a few steps and fell to the ground with a dull thud.
"Don't let Deiokos die," someone shouted loudly.
The death of this hero named Deiokos caused the nearby Greeks to be unable to defend against the Trojans' attack. Very quickly, they were defeated and desperately ran towards the warships, as if that would give them a breather.
When Pei Zi Yun used his bow and arrow to kill the two Greek heroes, Hector was displaying his prowess and fighting against the King of the Theosians, Stichios.
King Stichios was also a hero. When fighting against Hector, he was able to hold off Hector for a while without being quickly defeated.
However, King Stichios did not have Hector's strength and youth. After fighting for a while, he gradually showed signs of weakness and could no longer fight as he wished.
When King Stichios showed an opening, Hector took advantage of the fleeting opportunity. With a flash of his spear, he pierced through Stichios's defense and pierced the king's heart.
Poof. Blood splattered everywhere. King Stichios froze in his movements at the last moment, and his body fell with a thud.
On the other side, Aeneas had just killed the Athenian Iasos with his spear. He had his eyes on the half-brother of Aeneas of Locris, Mordon.
Mordon was leading the Greeks to fight against the tide of Trojans. Suddenly, a spear shot out from the side. When he looked closely, he saw that it was Aeneas.
Aeneas did not give him much time to think. Just as Mordon dodged the spear, Aeneas's next wave of attacks arrived.
Under Aeneas's continuous attacks, Mordon was in a perilous situation. Not long after, he screamed and was stabbed to death by Aeneas's spear.
After these Greek heroes were killed, the situation on the battlefield changed dramatically. Soon, the Greeks were routed on a large scale. They retreated to the warships, while the Trojans followed closely and attacked the warships.
The retreat of the Greeks was undoubtedly good news for the Trojans. Hector encouraged loudly, "Put down the armored corpses and quickly seize the warships."
Some of the Trojan soldiers would search the corpses for valuables before the battle was over, or simply strip the corpses of valuables. There might be better things on the warships.
When Hector said this, the Trojan soldiers who were picking up the corpses all came to a sudden realization and rushed in the direction of the warships.
If the Greeks' warships were seized by the Trojans, then the Greeks would have no way out. They could only obediently accept their deaths. Hector shouted and drove his chariot towards the trench.
The other Trojan heroes also followed Hector to the trench, and the soldiers followed like a tide.
"There's a trench in front, what do we do?" The heroes rushed to the front, but found that there was an obstacle. The trench was very deep and wide. People could climb over it, but the chariot could not cross it. It was impossible to cross such a wide trench.
At this time, Apollo appeared. He stood in the middle of the trench, raised his foot and stomped.
"Hua." A huge amount of soil collapsed, filling up the trench in an instant and forming a path for the chariot to pass through.
"Praise the gods!" Hector shouted. The chariot did not slow down and rushed forward at full speed. The chariots and soldiers of the other Trojan heroes also rushed through the trench towards the warships.
"The gods are really cheating!" Pei Zi Yun, who was following behind, saw everything clearly and could not help but shake his head.
Without the support of the gods, no walls or trenches could stop the enemy. Moreover, arrows and spears flew everywhere. Pei Zi Yun had already seen Apollo deflect the weapons aimed at Hector many times.
"In the novels of my previous life, Xiao Li's Flying Dagger, Dragon and Phoenix Rings, and Third Young Master's sword. No matter how good your martial arts are, no matter how strong your heart of Dao is, you will die immediately when you encounter such cheating."
Now that the Greeks did not have the direct support of the gods, their defeat was a foregone conclusion. Without Achilles' participation in the battle, there would be no chance of a turnaround.
"Follow and rush forward," Pei Zi Yun ordered. This was the time to harvest the heroes.
Warship Camp, Tent
The tent was a little dark. Patroclus sat in the tent and washed the wounds of Eurypalus with strong alcohol. Eurypalus had just been stabbed by the Trojan heroes on the frontlines.
"Hector is rushing forward."
"Help!"
When Patroclus heard the cries of the Trojans and the terrifying cries for help from the Greeks, he felt as if his heart had been stabbed.
When Patroclus returned from Nestor and told his good friend Achilles what he had seen and heard, although Achilles remained unmoved, he could not bear to see the Greeks being defeated.
When Achilles was not participating in the battle, Patroclus frequently bandaged the wounds of the injured heroes and soldiers.
Patroclus slapped his thigh and said in pain, "Eurypalus, even though I want to continue healing you, I cannot stay here for long."
"The sounds of battle outside are so loud that I cannot sit still. I have to find Achilles and hope that with the blessings of the gods, I can convince him to return to the battle."
With that, Patroclus immediately got up and walked out of the tent towards Achilles. At this moment, he suddenly heard a "boom". He looked back and saw that the encampment walls were swaying and collapsing.
In an instant, Patroclus's face turned pale. This meant that the last line of defense of the Greeks had been breached by the Trojans.
"Kill, kill all the Greeks."
"Burn their ships and bury all the Greeks here."
The warships were the last line of retreat for the Greeks, but they were also the last target for the Trojans to break through. Neither side would back down. In an instant, even the wounded on the ships took up their weapons and began to fight the Trojans.
Hector was the first to jump into the warship. Facing him was Ajax. The two of them had always been evenly matched, and now they were fighting fiercely.
Ajax's companion, Lycophoron, saw that Ajax was unable to take down Hector and came to help.
"Swoosh." An arrow came from the side and pierced Lycophoron's neck. He tried his best to cover the wound with his hands, but blood still flowed from his fingers.
"Ugh …" Lycophoron opened his mouth, but it was full of blood. He could not say a word. With a loud thud, he fell off the ship.
"Lycophoron." Ajax saw that his companion had died and cried out in pain. The Greeks around him also shouted his name, but Lycophoron could no longer hear them.
"It's Paris, this despicable person is shooting arrows from the back." That was how Ajax felt, but almost at the same time, Hector cheered loudly, "Nice shot, Paris!"
"That's the third hero." Pei Zi Yun slowly kept his bow. He could sense that the Immortal Spirit had noticed him, and hurriedly pulled his bow back.
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