Qin Country.
In the area around Yong City, flags fluttered in the wind, and there were many people. Tents and military camps were densely packed, and one could not see the end at a glance.
During this period of time.
The seven divisions of the Xirong and the reinforcements from Great Qin first faced off.
Then, they started fighting.
He spent almost every day in battle.
A few days ago.
A shocking piece of news spread throughout the Seven Tribes of Xirong.
Hundreds of thousands of Yiqu Rong people were slaughtered, and the king of Yiqu, Zhai Gao, died in battle! The strongest combat power of the Eight Tribes of Xirong had fallen!
The Wu Clan's Royal Rong Palace was massacred, and almost none of the soldiers who stayed behind survived. The first battle general was a Connate Golden Core, but he was actually slashed by a saber!
Even the Royal Court of the Mianzhu Rong Tribe was killed…
The murderer who had caused this tragedy was none other than the 20-year-old Lang Mountain Lord, Ying Tian!
The Ying Tian who had always stayed in Lang Mountain and was rumored to be extremely rich?
Where did he get such killing intent from?
Hundreds of thousands of people!
None of them could see the Golden Crow in the sky.
For a moment, the soldiers of the Seven Tribes of Xirong were in a state of panic.
At first, they didn't dare to believe the news that came one after another.
However, as the news spread, it seemed to be true.
In fact, Chaona City had been retaken by Great Qin, and more than 100,000 soldiers were stationed in the north, sealing off the roads.
The scouts who went to investigate had already confirmed that Yi Qurong had been wiped out.
The news was confirmed.
Each and every one of them felt like their guts were about to split apart!
There was such a cruel person in this world!
This was simply an act of extermination!
Even back then, Baiqi had not been this ruthless.
However, Ying Tian had done it.
The Yiqu cavalry came and went like the wind. Did he really not exterminate his clan?
They thought that wherever they passed, blood would flow like rivers.
However, Ying Tian was even more miserable!
Hundreds of thousands of people were slaughtered just like that!
Their families were still in the north.
Were they still alive?
How dare Ying Tian?
For a moment.
The higher-ups of the seven armies of Xirong, including the Mianzhu Generals, the Gunrong Kings, the Dirong Kings, the Rongrong Kings, the Dali Generals, and the Qu Yan Generals, had gathered together.
The eyes of the general of the Mianzhu Rong army turned red as he cursed,""Ying Tian, this wolf cub, he doesn't want to be a son!”
"He wants to force us into a dead end, seal our rear, and kill us all!”
"It's almost winter. We didn't bring much dry food and herd many sheep this time. Once we run out of food, we'll be trapped to death!”
"Yong City hasn't been conquered for a long time, and the number of Qin soldiers is increasing. Many of us have died these days, and we can't take it anymore!”
"Motherf * cker! That little girl was not even twenty years old, but she was already at the Connate Golden Core realm. Not only did her cavalry have cultivation, but they also had restrictions!”
"Once she charges into the array, Lord Rongrong and I, the two remaining Connate Golden Cores, will have to block her!”
Because Ying Tian's army was blocking the Great Wall of Qin and Chaona City, they had sealed off the road to the north.
No one knew what had happened to the Mianzhurong of the Northern Lands.
It was not clear whether they were really slaughtered or not.
His children were still there!
Now, he had no desire to fight!
Lord Gunrong also spoke up," We have already lost this battle. Ever since the collapse of Yiqu Rong, we have already lost. Lord Lang Shan, Ying Tian, has massacred everyone. Everyone is in a panic. Why don't we retreat!”
Although Qin Country was stronger than the other countries.
But in the past, he did not slaughter his clan for no reason.
Wasn't he afraid that the various tribes of the Northwest Grassland would unite against the enemy?
The true peak of the Northwest Grassland tribes were the Yue Clan, Sai Rong, and Qiang Rong.
Where did Lord Lang Mountain get the courage to slaughter so many people?
At this moment.
Lord Gunrong's expression suddenly changed as he made a hand gesture to keep quiet.
Everyone quickly kept quiet, and the tent instantly fell silent.
……
At the same time.
In the direction of Yong City.
Dark clouds suddenly appeared in the sky and moved at an astonishing speed.
It covered the sky and the sun, and the sky suddenly darkened!
A strong wind suddenly blew, and the cold wind blew against the flag, making a fierce sound.
The ground was blown by the strong wind, causing sand and stones to fly everywhere, making it difficult for people to open their eyes.
Amidst the raging winds.
Crossbow arrows covered the sky and covered the earth.
He pounced down from the sky.
"Not good!"
"Warlocks? When did they arrive?”
"Is it the Yin-Yang School or the Daoist School?”
"They're using the wind to aid their momentum. Great Qin's crossbow formation is opening a path!”
Everyone's expression changed.
"Immediately deal with the enemy!"
Attack at this critical moment when everyone was panicking.
It was easy to mutiny.
……
In the direction of Yong City.
The halberds pointed at the sky, and the army formations were arranged in a strict order.
The Great Qin Dynasty formed a phalanx, imitating the soldiers of Emperor Wu of Wei.
Unpredictable!
In front of the army.
Great Qin's crossbowmen lay on the ground, densely packed together.
The strong crossbows were fully drawn with their legs, and the cold arrows were ready to be fired.
This kind of strong crossbow, ordinary people's arm strength could not pull it open at all. In the end, it was modified to use the feet to open the crossbow!
On the city tower.
Wei Liao's son, beard and hair are white, long beard and belly.
This hundred-year-old soldier from Ghost Valley looked at the densely packed army of hundreds of thousands.
He was neither happy nor sad.
It was as if every square formation was his chess piece, and the entire battlefield was a chess game.
" Calibrating complete. Fire continuously!"
He waved the flag in his hand.
As he exhaled, his voice rolled out.
"Bang!"
"Bang!"
The sound of arrows leaving the bowstring could be heard.
Countless arrows shot out once again, covering the sky!
On the city wall.
Ten people wearing cloaks and hoods with the insignia of the Yin-Yang School.
The aura was inexplicable, and it could attract the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.
The wind whistled and changed the direction of the wind, using the wind as an aid.
The crossbow bolts were even faster and more urgent!
After the crossbowmen fired, they quickly stood up and retreated.
At this moment, the crossbowmen behind him quickly took over and laid on the ground.
The crossbow commander quickly rode his horse and ran back and forth, constantly reading out the steps and the scale of the letter.
In the next moment.
Countless arrows rained down once more.
This repeated.
The crossbow bolts did not stop, as if they were endless.
For a moment.
In the direction of Xirong.
Countless arrows pierced through the crowd, causing blood to dance in the air.
Tents, wooden stockade, horses, livestock, etc. were all taken care of by the crossbow bolts.
Screams, roars, and the sound of weapons waving to block the arrows were all mixed together.
……
The seven armies of Xirong.
All of them frantically looked for cover to avoid the arrows.
He had experienced this situation many times and was used to it.
However, today, it seemed to be stronger than usual. It shot farther and had more power.
During this period of time, both sides had been fighting non-stop, and both sides had suffered injuries.
Great Qin's crossbow bolts were famous all over the world, and they had not been used to it at first. As they gradually got used to it, the casualties had decreased.
However, Great Qin's ballista bolts could shoot even further than their Archers.
No one could stand it if it came from time to time.
However, what was strange was that…
From the day before yesterday, the Qin army had fewer ballista bolts.
At that time, they thought that the Qin army did not have enough crossbow bolts.
Today, a group of people suddenly came.
How was this not enough?
They were densely packed, and with the help of the wind, they were extremely powerful.
The sandstorm blew on the Xirong soldiers 'faces, making them unable to close their eyes.
From time to time, the sound of arrows piercing into leather could be heard.
This rain of arrows was even fiercer than before!
However, Xirong had always been fierce, so they endured the pain when they were shot.……
At this moment.
On the city tower.
Wei Liao's eyes lit up.
An aura that could decide life and death rose.
Behind him stood a row of soldiers holding flags representing their respective troops.
He reached out his hand and took out the flags representing the Snowy Dragon Cavalry, Great Halberd Warrior, Bronze Chariot, and so on.
"Snow Dragon Cavalry, attack!"
"Bronze chariot, charge!"
"Halberd Warrior Formation, attack!"
"Right wing, light cavalry entertainment!"
"Left flank, shield soldiers, cover the sword soldiers and charge!”
“……”
Orders were issued one after another.
Deciding the battle!
The end was today!
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