The scimitars used by these soldiers were different from the scimitars used by Arab cavalry. They were extremely thin, only a third of the thickness of an Arab scimitar, but they were far sharper. More importantly, these scimitars had no hilts, requiring a special method to shoot them. Moreover, the scimitars spiraled through the air, signifying that they possessed incredible lethality that could not be blocked.
This was how Nurman's Deathwing Team had gained its name. Wherever they went, there would be blood and death, as well as countless opponents who would be scared out of their wits.
But this powerful force was useless in a regular battle during the day. This was because the range of these special scimitars was very short, far inferior to bows, ballistae, and ballistae. Nurman's Deathwing Team wouldn't even have a chance to get close before being swept clean. Thus, Nurman's force had always been the last.
In the battle during the day, countless Arab cavalry had fallen to the blades of the Tang army. Nurman watched from a distance, wondering how long he had been waiting for this moment of vengeance. As he watched the Tang Dynasty soldiers fall like straw, Nurman felt every cell in his body relax with an indescribable joy.
Umar was dead, Amur had been defeated, and even Khaled's Iron Beast Army had suffered grievous losses. In the end, all this proved that Nurman and his Deathwing Army were the most elite force of the Arab east under the governor's command! Even the most formidable Tang people could only tremble and wail under his scimitars!
And this time, he had chosen a very special area of attack. It was far from the gates of Talas, at the very back of the first defense line. Even if the Tang Dynasty wanted to reinforce them, they would need some time.
"Retreat! Don't you dare retreat! "
A voice came from the distance. In the face of this dreadful attack, someone had finally made a wise decision. The Arab attacks were not scary, but those thin, handleless scimitars were far too frightening. There were no weapons that could stop them.
The more they attacked these scimitars, the faster they would become, and the more destructive they would be, the more casualties there would be.
The surrounding darkness provided the perfect cover for them, making them even more elusive and difficult to defend against. Under such circumstances, retreating was the best option.
"Hehe, do you think you can escape?"
Although Nurman didn't know the language of the Tang dynasty, he already understood when he saw some of the reinforcements rushing over and retreating.
"If you want to escape, you'll have to ask for my permission first!"
A hint of cruelty flashed in Nurman's eyes. Hu, he waved his right hand, and in the next moment, something strange happened again. Xiu, xiu, xiu, amidst the shrill whistling sounds of arrows, one after another, long arrows shot out from the distance like lightning, shooting towards the bright lights in the distance. Pu, pu, pu. As the arrows flew past, the flames were extinguished once again, and darkness descended.
"Xiu," there was an ear-piercing whistle, and a dazzling arc of light descended at an astonishing speed. In the darkness, it was impossible to distinguish what was going on. Only shrill screams could be heard. In an instant, more than ten Tang dynasty soldiers fell to the ground.
"Kill them!"
Nurman yelled ferociously. Countless arcs of light shot out. Just as Nurman was about to repeat what he had done and set off another bloody storm, an unexpected change happened —
"Boom!"
Suddenly, an earth-shattering sound came from above. Nurman was shocked. In the depths of the darkness, he saw a huge rock, about half the height of a person, tumbling rapidly in the air like a meteorite, smashing in his direction.
"What's going on!"
Nurman's pupils shrank, and his expression changed. But before he could react, the huge rock had already smashed down. "Boom," in the violent explosion, three Wings of Death cavalry standing in the darkness couldn't even dodge in time. With a shrill scream, they were smashed into meat paste together with their horses. The violent shockwaves from the explosion and the countless pieces of rubble sent more than a dozen Wings of Death Cavalrymen flying.
Suddenly!
Too suddenly!
Nurman had never imagined that he would encounter such an unexpected attack, but this was far from over. Boomboomboom! Boulder after boulder came crashing down like a torrential rain, and the entire Deathwing Team was caught in the middle of this rain of rocks.
"Damn it! How could something like this happen?! "
Let alone the Wings of Death, even Nurman was struck dumb by this wave of attacks.
"Retreat! Hurry and retreat! "
Nurman's shrill Arabic voice echoed through the darkness. What had just happened had far surpassed his imagination. It was common knowledge that the greatest flaw of catapults was their poor accuracy. They could deviate by several hundred meters or even more. But now that night had fallen and he couldn't see anything, the enemy could control the catapults to accurately attack him.
The scimitars of the Deathwing Team were useless against this sort of attack, so they could only choose to retreat.
In Neigh, warhorses neighed in panic. The Deathwing Team, which had originally held the upper hand, was instantly thrown into chaos by the rain of rocks. All of them were forced to turn their horses around and retreat.
"Hmph, let's see how much skill you have!"
In a place where Nurman couldn't see, Chen Burang was standing on a large steel catapult, sneering. These steel catapults had all been modified by Zhang Shouzhi, with a thirty-meter-long telescopic frame that allowed them to throw even farther. Most importantly, they were all equipped with large steel wheels that gave them a certain degree of mobility on the battlefield.
"Pass on my order! Smash! Give me a vicious smash! Adjust the direction by ten scales! "
"Do you think that retreating is enough? How childish! "
Chen Burang sneered. He had finished his mission and was retreating to Talas when he heard the sounds of activity in the distance. Having grown up in the depths of the mountains, Chen Burang had a pair of extraordinary ears. Just by listening to the sound, he was able to pinpoint the exact location of his opponent. Nurman's attack might be able to fool ordinary people, but it couldn't fool him.
Not even Nurman's elite Deathwing Team would be able to withstand a rock half the height of a man thrown down from the sky by a steel catapult. Being struck by a rock thrown by a catapult meant certain death. The pitch-black darkness not only provided cover for Nurman, but also for Chen Burang's catapults.
By the time Nurman's Deathwing Team noticed, these massive rocks were already very close to them. Even if they wanted to dodge, there was no time.
Boomboomboom!
Explosions rang out in the darkness as Nurman's Deathwing Team was forced into a passive position.
"Change the direction! Adjust the scale by thirty! Bring those master archers into range as well! "
Chen Burang waved his arm and gave another order.
His ears had not only heard Nurman and his Deathwing Team, but also the location of the Arab archers. Although these archers were not aiming at the Tang people, the torches and furnaces they had extinguished were no less damaging to the army than Nurman.
Boomboomboom! In the distance, explosions and screams could be heard from the Arab camp. Chen Burang's rain of stone catapults forced the archers to retreat once more.
Creee!
Suddenly, an ear-piercing shriek came from Talas. This shriek was neither fierce nor loud, and it was easily drowned out by the fierce battlefield. However, a smile crept onto Chen Burang's lips when he heard the shriek.
"Enough! It's enough to teach them a lesson! Everyone, hear my order! Protect the catapults and immediately return to the city! "
Chen Burang said.
"But, Milord, are we not going to care about those Arabs attacking us?"
One of Chen Burang's soldiers asked.
"There's no need! Didn't you hear that cry? Our mission is complete. As for what comes next, Marquis has already made arrangements. Those Arabs … are dead for sure! "
Chen Burang chuckled, a derisive smile on his lips.
He had never doubted Master Hou's orders. Since Master Hou did not allow him to intervene and asked him to withdraw, then the matter was settled. Those people would definitely die.
"Let's go!"
Massive catapults rumbled through the air as they flew toward the City of Talas. Around them, there were thousands of soldiers guarding them.
… …
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it … "
Nurman's entire body was burning with rage, his lungs about to explode. His Deathwing Team's formation had been thrown into disarray by the catapults, and it had lost all of its strength.
"Everyone, hear my order! Hurry and regroup!"
After fighting on the continent for so long, Nurman's Wings of Death had killed countless enemies, creating mountains of corpses and seas of blood. That was how he had earned his current reputation, but he had never encountered such a grievance.
"No one can force us to this state! Kill for me! For every one of our deaths, I'll make the Tang Dynasty pay ten, perhaps even more, to accompany us in death! "
In the darkness, the sound of hooves could be heard as Nurman quickly gathered his troops and regrouped.
Vengeance was a principle in the hearts of all Arabs.
Just when Nurman was preparing to launch another counterattack against the Tang people …
Thwish! In a flash of light, a blazing fire arrow shot through the air and struck the ground in front of Nurman. The weak light of the fire illuminated the stunned faces of the Deathwing soldiers. Nurman's heart clenched as he felt an extremely ill foreboding.
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