"Throw the stones." Yan Li's face was cold.
"Old Pei is still down there …" Wang Chuan frowned.
Yan Li's gaze shifted to him. "Carry out my orders, Captain."
Wang Chuan felt as if he had been stabbed by an ice knife. He frowned deeply and hesitated before shouting, "Throw the stones!"
With the order, the soldiers who had been waiting immediately pushed down the boulders on the cliff.
The West Mountain Camp had been idle for ten years. There were not many boulders left, but each one was the size of a calf. Only such large boulders could pose a threat to the Desolate Men. The smaller ones were discarded by Yan Li.
Boulders the size of calves tumbled down, shaking the earth.
A Desolate Man had just climbed up a ridge when he was crushed by a boulder falling from the sky. Perhaps he was unlucky, but the boulder hit the center of his head. Brain matter splattered everywhere, and three to five Desolate Men along the way were also affected.
The Desolate Man's screams were no different from the others. They were all screams due to uncontrollable pain. As the Desolate Men had not expected the West Mountain Camp to resist, they had thought that it would be an overwhelming battle. They did not expect that the West Mountain Camp would dare to fight them head-on with such a small force. Therefore, they suffered heavy casualties under the boulder array. Hundreds of Desolate Men died in an instant.
Azhari, who was in the array, twitched his face and suddenly let out a low roar. A shadow immediately appeared behind him. He was tall and strong, but had the agility of a cheetah. Everywhere he passed, the boulders exploded into powder.
He did a roundhouse kick in the air and kicked a boulder that had just fallen to the ground. Then, he landed on the ground and his body shook. Dark waves of light emitted from his body, and the boulders that were smashing towards him were instantly shattered into pieces.
He looked up at the soldiers who were continuously pushing the boulders on the cliff. He squatted down and shot out like a spring. Using his body as a weapon, he whizzed towards the cliff.
"I've been a shooter for so many years, but I've never seen any idiot dare to expose his balls in front of me."
Pei Qianlai's wretched voice rang out.
In contrast to his wretched voice, there was a mournful piercing sound that seemed to chase after a soul.
A short arrow shot out of nowhere and hit the Desolate warrior's crotch at lightning speed. The arrow was deeply embedded and then there was an explosion. It was like the explosion caused by the collision of saltpeter and kerosene, but it was very light.
It was a very light explosion, but it made the Desolate Man's expression change drastically. His eyeballs popped out and his mouth opened so wide that he could swallow a few duck eggs. However, no sound came out of his throat.
There was a kind of pain in this world that made people unable to cry out. As long as one was a man, it was impossible not to understand.
Everyone involuntarily clamped their crotches.
Then, the Desolate Man soldier fell from mid-air and fell on the slope. He was like a snake that had its head cut off. After twisting and struggling on the spot for a while, he no longer moved.
This was definitely the first Desolate Man warrior in history to die from being shot in the crotch. He had not even exerted 20% of his strength and died in such a strange and ridiculous way. It could be said that he died with his eyes wide open.
Wang Chuan and Hu Buhui looked at each other, their faces filled with indescribable shock. Others might be able to laugh, but the two of them knew very well that even the strongest archer in the Dragon Subduing Army, Zhao Ting, could not shoot a Desolate Man soldier's vital point with a short bow when he was moving. Moreover, the crotch was a vital point. Shooting a vital point might not result in death, but it would definitely cause unbearable pain.
Pei Qianlai's archery skills and his ability to break through the Desolate Man's boldness all shocked the two of them.
Wang Chuan glanced at the opposite cliff and said to Yan Li, "We've used up all the saltpeter."
"Throw in the kerosene. Archers, get ready," Yan Li said.
Wang Chuan frowned but did not speak this time. He waved his hand and ordered, "Throw in the kerosene. Archers, get ready!"
Azhari was so angry that his entire face was trembling. The scars on his face were like centipedes crawling, and he looked extremely disgusting and terrifying.
He said something in the Desolate Man language in a low voice. Two Desolate Man soldiers behind him immediately stepped out and targeted Pei Qianlai.
The two of them obviously hated Pei Qianlai to the extreme because the one who died under his arrow was their twin brother. The three brothers all had the speed of a cheetah, and the third brother was the fastest. The one who died was the eldest brother. He was the slowest, but he had the strongest boldness and was suitable to charge and break through enemy lines.
The third brother was the fastest and was suitable for assassination. As he had the best relationship with the eldest brother, his eyes turned red when the eldest brother died. Upon receiving the order, he immediately left the second brother behind and rushed over as fast as he could.
With Pei Qianlai's cultivation, of course, he could not even catch his shadow. However, he had the sharp instincts of an archer. Without looking, he released an arrow out of thin air and kept moving.
He saw with his naked eyes that the arrow suddenly deviated a little. He was delighted and knew that he had hit his target.
As expected, the third brother of the Desolate Man appeared. After falling down, he hurriedly checked the wound on his shoulder. He had dodged in time and the arrow had only scratched his skin. The arrow was coated with a poison that targeted boldness, which would make one's muscles sore and unable to gather boldness. However, it was only a scratch, so the poison was not deep.
He finally knew that this old man who looked like he could easily crush him to death was not an easy prey, but a hunter. He had become the other party's prey. If he was not careful, he would probably end up like the eldest brother.
Among the three brothers, he was the smartest and naturally understood that calmness was the most important thing. Thus, he calmed down and purposely stopped where he was, pretending to be physically weak. He was baiting the other party to attack while waiting for his second brother's support.
Pei Qianlai was a cunning person. He understood the other party's plan with just one look. He smiled coldly and said, "Fine, I'll send you on your way first!"
As he spoke, he touched the quiver at his waist. However, his expression changed and turned into a bitter smile. There were only two arrows left in the quiver. No matter how good an archer was, if he had no arrows to shoot, he would be like a fish on the chopping board. Moreover, these were not ordinary arrows. They were the assets that he had painstakingly accumulated over the years. One arrow could take away a life.
He took out the last arrow and put it on the short bow. Then, he rushed towards the third brother of the Desolate Man.
The third brother of the Desolate Man was delighted at first, thinking that the other party had taken the bait. Then, he turned pale with fright. Just as he was about to move, his chest was suddenly shot. At this moment, he finally knew where he had gone wrong. If the other party could even shoot the eldest brother, wouldn't he be a good target if he stood still?
It was too late to regret now. Or rather, before he had time to regret, his head was pierced by another arrow. The Desolate Man warriors who had lost their boldness were no different from humans in their weak spots.
The two arrows were shot almost at the same time. In other words, Pei Qianlai did not leave one arrow for the other Desolate Man warrior.
After losing two brothers in a row, the second brother of the Desolate Man was furious. He let out a furious roar and rushed towards Pei Qianlai without a care. Of course, when he rushed over, he saw that Pei Qianlai's quiver was empty.
Pei Qianlai was about to rush up and fight hand-to-hand with him. He wanted to use the last bit of his life to bite off a piece of flesh from the other party.
Suddenly, he had an idea. He looked up and saw kerosene being poured down. He grinned and shouted, "Brothers, see you in the next life!"
With that, he jumped up and actually took the initiative to face the kerosene.
Before the second brother of the Desolate Man could react, he was hugged by Pei Qianlai, who was covered in kerosene.
"Shoot me!" Pei Qianlai turned around and roared.
Wang Chuan gritted his teeth and shouted, "Shoot!"
A rocket flew across the sky like a meteor.
The raging flames engulfed them. In the raging flames, one was entangled, the other rolled, one laughed wildly, and the other screamed.
At this moment, Yan Li could not tell whether he was doing this to repay a debt of gratitude or to serve his country. If it was to repay a debt of gratitude, why would he be so impassioned? If it was to serve his country, there were many other methods that were more valuable than dying.
However, Yan Li was clear about one thing, and it was the only thing. No matter what method he used, it could not compare to the heroism in front of him.
"What's his name?" Ji Zhiyuan walked over. There was a faint sadness in her beautiful eyes.
"The dead are meant to be forgotten," Yan Li said lightly.
Ji Zhiyuan said seriously, "I will not forget."
Yan Li looked at her and said, "His name is Pei Qianlai. He is a very ordinary person among the millions of people that you protect. But he definitely has an extraordinary story. It's a pity that we can't hear it. "
Ji Zhiyuan said, "Do you still think that protecting them is worthless?"
Yan Li did not speak because the Desolate warrior who was engulfed by the fire did not die.
Pei Qianlai had been completely burnt to a crisp, but the Desolate warrior did not die. He actually gradually adapted to the high temperature in the process of burning. The moment Pei Qianlai could not move, he pulled him off his body and tore him into pieces to vent his anger.
He roared furiously at the people on the cliff.
His whole body was still burning. From the looks of it, he looked like a demon that climbed out of the abyss and bathed in flames.
"Old Pei!"
The handsome, dark-skinned Sun Lei let out a sad cry. He was the first to rush down from the cliff.
He ran desperately on the cliff. His whole body was almost as fast as lightning. In the blink of an eye, he was above the head of the Desolate. The long sculpture in his hand was like a giant hammer, smashing violently on his head.
This blow contained all of Sun Lei's strength. In addition to the power of charging and anger, the head of the second Desolate actually exploded.
Wang Chuan took the opportunity to say, "Fire the arrows!"
The arrows fell like rain. The kerosene ignited and burned fiercely. Thousands of Desolate were burned. In addition to the large amount of withered grass in the forest, they did not have the courage to protect themselves. Not long after, they screamed and died.
Azhari pushed the Desolate in front of him away and took a big step forward.
When his feet landed, it was like a mammoth. The earth shook and visible light waves spread in all directions. The flames within a hundred feet were instantly extinguished.
"Kill!"
With Azhari's roar, the Desolate stepped on the corpses of their people and continued to press forward.
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