There was no need for the general to charge at the front.
There was no need for someone to specially deal with the war drums.
The 16,000 Great Qi soldiers had maintained absolute silence from the beginning to the end. The only sounds they could make were the clanging of armor blades, the light snapping of the bowstring after the trigger was pulled, the whistling of arrows piercing through the air, and…
the mournful wails of the Tibetans after the sharp blades pierced their bodies.
Even Gongri Niexi could not react to the sudden rain of arrows. If Adali, who was loyal to him, had not pushed Gongri Niexi down at the last moment, he would have died on the spot.
After the first volley of arrows, before the Tibetans could react, the second volley of arrows descended.
Then came the third and fourth wave.
Throughout the entire process, not a single one of the 16,000 Great Qi soldiers spoke!
The expressions on their faces did not change much.
There was indifference in his eyes. It was an absolute deathly stillness that disregarded life and death.
Like the most precise machine, he repeated the actions of loading, aiming, and shooting until the five rounds of arrow rain were completed.
Zhu Menghuang stared blankly at the scene before her.
Because of the high standing height and the soul imprint, the five senses were sharp. Zhu Menghuang could clearly see the expressions on the faces of the soldiers closest to her.
She couldn't imagine what had happened to make these mortals use the weapons in their hands to harvest the lives of others expressionlessly.
The Tibetans who had lost the last glimmer of light in their eyes under the rain of arrows fell like wheat being cut. Blood gathered and finally formed a meandering stream.
The strong smell of blood followed the mountain wind and made Zhu Menghuang's scalp tingle.
It was not that she had never seen a massacre more tragic than this, but such a large-scale massacre had mostly occurred in the battles between the cultivators of the Tian Yuan world and various inhuman demon beasts.
In a battle between cultivators, it was impossible for two armies to face each other.
Perhaps it was because she had become a mortal, but Zhu Menghuang's endurance had also decreased a little. She felt that she could not stand steadily.
[No
, this isn't a fight, this is a massacre…]
She turned to look at Bai Musheng, wanting to see something from his expression. However, her heart was in a mess, unsure what kind of expression she wanted to see from him.
Was it pity? Could it be that he couldn't bear to?
Zhu Menghuang didn't know, and neither did Bai Musheng. Zhu Menghuang's complicated thoughts filled Bai Musheng's mind with a series of meaningless wails.
Zhu Menghuang only knew that what she saw was a husband she had never imagined.
The person closest to him was standing beside him. His posture was still upright. Under the sunlight, the golden armor on his body was dyed with a dazzling golden light. His scarlet cape fluttered in the wind, making him look as dazzling as a god.
Bai Musheng's expression was indifferent as he stared at the bloody hell on earth.
He suddenly turned his head and met Zhu Menghuang's gaze.
The coldness and viciousness in her phoenix eyes quickly disappeared, and the familiar warmth and tenderness that Zhu Menghuang was familiar with appeared once again.
Bai Musheng reached out and gently hugged Zhu Menghuang's waist.
"Are you scared? If you are afraid, then close your eyes.”
"I don't…"
Zhu Menghuang shook her head.
Although she buried her head in Bai Musheng's embrace, she still forced herself to look at the battlefield.
[Why am I…so fragile?】
[Is it because I've become a mortal too?】
[Or have you become used to the young paparazzo's gentleness recently, so you've become weak?】
The warmth from Bai Musheng's hand on her waist made Zhu Menghuang's cold body gradually recover.
She saw that after five rounds of arrows, the soldiers of Da Qi, who were like cold killing machines, put away their crossbows, drew their weapons, and began to move forward quickly.
They formed teams of four and assisted each other in attack and defense. Their movements were orderly.
There was almost no difference in the distance between the members of each team. The distance between the teams seemed to have been measured with the most accurate ruler in advance.
When they passed by the Tibetans who were still wailing on the ground, they would expressionlessly stab them.
When they encountered enemies who could still resist, they would cooperate with each other neatly and quickly end each other's lives.
The action was simple.
But it was fatal.
"Husband…"
A faint sigh escaped from her throat.
"…Are they…really humans?”
"Of course it's a person." Bai Musheng looked at Zhu Menghuang meaningfully."They are also the most ordinary people in the world.”
Looking at Zhu Menghuang's expression, Bai Musheng understood.
The first lesson to change this silly girl's view of mortals was already completed.
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