Hidden weapons and arrows danced in the air like a swarm of locusts. Their momentum was grand, and they covered the sky and earth.
To the Mongolian cavaliers, this was a fatal dance of death. They swung their weapons madly and knocked away the arrows and hidden weapons that came at them.
Fortunately, there were very few bow techniques in Life and Death Realm, and there was no need to even mention hidden weapon techniques. They were even more valuable than national treasures, and the market price for them was more than ten million. The people in the crowd practically all used Mystical Realm and Blessed Realm martial arts. To the Mongolian cavaliers, the greatest danger was their numbers, not their bows and arrows.
So …
Even though they looked bloody and incredibly pathetic, in truth, most of the attacks that went for their vitals were blocked. They ignored the attacks that landed on the parts protected by their metal scales.
Even so, the situation was still very dangerous. Every single moment, there would be someone who was stabbed until he looked like a porcupine, and he would roll down while covered in blood.
The circle of Mongolian cavaliers gradually became thinner.
In the beginning, Happy thought that he would not be able to get a lot of points from thousands of competitors, but after a few minutes, his Joined Finger continued to work. Aside from a few people who died before the finger-generated wind reached them, most of them managed to kill a Mongolian cavalier.
After a few minutes, he managed to get hundreds of points without batting an eyelid, and it was just as easy as when he chased after the Mongolian cavaliers.
'I'm lucky.'
Slowly, Happy understood that while the crowd might seem astonishing, it was difficult for his attacks to deliver a fatal blow if he did not have a solid foundation. He immediately let loose and attacked with both hands while continuously executing Joined Finger.
Amid the waves of attacks that filled the air, Joined Finger was invisible, and it was impossible for him to fend against it!
And the further he went, Happy focused on attacking the ten-man commanders and hundred-man commanders who were slightly stronger.
With the damage from Joined Finger, he could still kill these Mongolian officers in one hit. Soon, he obtained more than two thousand points.
"Damn it!"
"I shot so many arrows, but I didn't even get a single point? This is too strange."
"Even my Mystical Realm Mourning Nail can't get any points. It'll be strange if you can get points when you use chain arrow showers and your attack is so low …" There were people who were delighted, and there were people who were worried.
But when thousands of people surrounded fewer than one thousand Mongolian cavaliers and competed against each other, most people could not get any experience.
In fact, some of the people at the periphery fought against the people they offended to get closer to the front. The situation was incredibly intense.
However, no one in the crowd noticed that Happy had already gained more than three thousand points, even though he did not have any bow or hidden weapons in his hands.
"Before encountering the army, I had already accumulated more than 7,200 points. The mission of protecting the general earned me 1,000 points. Along the way, I obtained more than 1,000 points … Now, I have 3,000 points … In total, I have nearly 13,000 points. I can exchange them for the position of 'Squadron Leader'! However, we still need more than 5,000 battle merits to assemble a full cavalry platoon. "
While Happy continued harvesting points with a steady hand, his gaze burned as he searched for the figures of the 10,000-man commander and 1,000-man commander among the Mongolian cavaliers.
Right now, there were not many 100-man commanders left, but the 1,000-man commanders and the man with the alloy staff were protected the tightest. They were like the Chinese generals who had been surrounded previously.
There were a total of five 1,000-man commanders and one 10,000-man commander, and three thousand five hundred points. It was equivalent to one-third of the remaining four hundred or so Mongolian cavaliers. If he could kill all six of them and turn in the scouting quest later, he should be able to gather enough points to form a middle-sized group of cavaliers.
…
"Charge!"
"Kill!!!"
Iron hooves thundered!
The ground trembled madly once more.
The group of Mongolian cavaliers who were intercepted by the cavaliers at the back finally broke out of the encirclement. They launched another charge, and with a thunderous momentum that sounded like a tsunami, they swept through the area with the force of a mountain.
The Mongolian cavaliers had fierce gazes, and they charged forward like the wind. Their hatchets sliced through the air, and their arrows were like locusts. They were like a group of fierce tigers who had broken out of their cages, and they tore open a huge gap at the back of the Chinese martial artists who were like scattered sand. He barged in without any resistance!
When the Chinese martial artists who surrounded the 10,000-man commander increased in number, and their attacks became denser and fiercer, the subordinates beside the 10,000-man commander were swiftly reduced. Hundreds of cavaliers erupted with astonishing fighting strength, and they crushed the crowd at the back like a whirlwind.
"Cavaliers, charge!"
"Damn it!"
"Run!"
These martial artists might have been astonishingly brave just now, but when they heard the thunderous sounds of cavaliers charging behind them, they ran even faster than rabbits.
Happy was dumbfounded.
Tens of thousands of martial artists actually turned around and ran in fear of a few hundred Mongolian cavaliers charging at them?
It's not that exaggerated, is it?
That's not how the scripts in movies are written …
The martial artists are all existences who can fight against ten people alone, one hundred people alone, and one thousand people alone!
'All of them … don't have the bearing of a martial artist. How embarrassing. This is too embarrassing.'
Happy did not know whether he should laugh or cry while he cursed them in his heart while he blended into the fleeing and retreating crowd.
The battlefield was chaotic, and people moved about everywhere. If they were careless, they might run into someone else, and the situation would be chaotic.
With the "great cooperation" from countless martial artists, the Mongolian cavaliers' charge could not be stopped. Soon, they gathered together with the 10,000-man commander's men with the alloy staff.
Boom!
The man with the alloy staff raised the weapon in his hand high and gritted his teeth.
"Kill our way out!"
The 10,000-man commander had long since suppressed his anger. He clamped down on his horse's belly, and hundreds of his subordinates let out roars that pierced through the clouds. They charged forward from the flanks.
The galloping sounds became even more frequent, and the situation changed!
Countless martial artists retreated.
The Mongolian cavaliers became the masters of the battlefield once more!
The hidden weapons and arrows that flew in the air instantly became sparse, and they posed no threat to the more than one thousand Mongolian cavaliers!
The Mongolian cavaliers' hooves thundered as they chased after the Chinese martial artists who were like a swarm of locusts. They were like arrows that chased after waves. They could not be stopped.
The Chinese martial artists' retreat had not only completely destroyed everyone's fighting spirit and lowered their morale, they also messed up the formation of nearly ten thousand Chinese soldiers who were prepared to fight against the enemy.
"Fire!"
When the man with the alloy staff saw that he could not miss the chance, he quickly gave the order.
More than one thousand huge bows were taken down, and as the sound of bowstrings vibrating rose, the Chinese martial artists felt the light above their heads dim. When they turned their heads around to look, they saw a dense wave of arrows raining down on them from all directions.
The martial artists were in a better situation. They had body fortifications, and aside from some who were especially unlucky or whose mental fortitude could not make it and were killed, the ones who suffered were practically all Chinese soldiers.
The sounds of bodies being pierced rose and fell, and pained screams rose and fell nonstop!
They were like wheat that was cut down, and a large number of them fell to the ground.
When the Mongolian cavaliers who chased after them saw that it was effective, they became even more excited, and they drew their bows again to chase after them.
But they did not notice that there was one person who had calmly slowed down among the fleeing crowd and fell behind.
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