Man is yelling, horse is neighing sadly.

  The divine crossbow, this new-style weapon that had never been revealed in front of people before, was simply a soul-stirring and life-taking warrant for the unprepared Xiongnu people.

  Ten thousand medium-sized Zhuge crossbows, each capable of firing ten long arrows in succession. Spare arrow quivers were stacked high behind the crossbow, seemingly endless.

  Each round consists of 3,300 projectiles launched simultaneously. When the fifth salvo is fired, the second round follows immediately.

  When the ten long arrows of the first round of three thousand and three hundred were shot, the third round of three thousand and three hundred followed closely.

  At this time, the crossbowmen quickly and nimbly replaced the first round of Zhuge's divine crossbow with a new quiver. Their movements were extremely familiar, obviously well-prepared and long-trained.

  The power of the crossbow far surpasses that of ordinary archers, and its rate of fire is even faster than the fastest archer.

  Ten thousand Zhuge crossbows are equivalent to thirty thousand divine archers firing non-stop, and for a time, the sky and fields were filled with endless arrows.

  In a brief moment, the Xiongnu suffered heavy casualties.

  In the endless sea of arrows, they fell from their horses and died on the spot, but the Golden Wolf Army did not retreat a single step.

  Countless brave warriors came forward one after another, their goal was only one, that is to rush into the enemy formation, behead the archers on the spot, and create opportunities for the brothers who followed.

  The Golden Wolf Army has always shown no mercy towards its enemies. Similarly, when it comes to themselves, as long as there is a glimmer of hope for victory, they will never give up.

  Even if the cost is twice as painful, as long as they can achieve final victory and let the Golden Wolf Army's flag continue to fly in the sky, they will have no regrets.

  On the left side of the main battlefield, Zhang Jinzhong anxiously watched the changes in the central army, his expression naturally not escaping Lin Zhengming beside him.

  "General, what's wrong?"

  With a slight shake of his head, Zhang Jinzhong pushed those doubts in his mind to the back.

  "Nothing, perhaps General is planning something else, passing orders to the second battalion, preparing to approach the main battlefield, we..."

  However, at this time, a low and solemn voice suddenly echoed far away on the battlefield.

  It seems it wasn't an intentional loud shout but everyone could hear it.

  "The old general has died, why don't you surrender quickly?"

  The crowd gasped and turned back to look.

  Atop the tall tower, a person stands with head held high and chest out, standing against the wind.

  In his hand was the commander's flag that stood atop the high tower, but at this moment, it had already been turned upside down by him.

  He raised his palm as a knife and swung it down. The pine wood flagpole was cut in two like a reed.

  He grasped the corner of the great banner with both hands, took a deep breath and let out a loud shout. The commander's banner suddenly split in two.

  He raised two pieces of tattered cloth high up and suddenly let go.

  Two scarlet cloths fluttered and danced in the fierce wind, flying towards the distance.

  The disappearance of the great flag seems to have taken away people's confidence and the hope of victory.

  A sense of unstoppable panic quickly spread throughout the army.

  The officers in charge of issuing orders had a hint of confusion in their eyes, and all the soldiers slowed down for a moment with the tasks in their hands.

  There is one sentence echoing in their hearts: ‘

  "The old general has died, why don't you surrender quickly?"

  Is this true?

  In the era of cold weapons, the life and death of a commander often represented the survival or extinction of an army.

  In this private army of the Cheng family, which was formed with veterans from the Tianying Legion as its backbone, Gu Dao's prestige and authority were so high that no one dared to think of surpassing him.

  If he were to encounter any mishap at this time, then the cohesiveness and combat effectiveness of this army would inevitably be greatly weakened.

  Can such an army still defeat the Xiongnu who are as strong as a rainbow after being worn out by constant battles?

  The Zhongjun of Cheng's family inevitably had a momentary pause and hesitation, even a bit of chaos on the front line.

  It was this moment of effort that gave the Huns cavalry an opportunity to turn the tide of battle.

  They whipped their magnificent horses mercilessly, for they knew this was their best chance, and probably their only one.

  It's getting closer, it's just around the corner.

  Just as Zhuge's divine crossbow had reached its lowest frequency and density, the Huns were rapidly closing in on each other.

  The Han commander shouted angrily, and the black cylinder was raised again, just about to shoot out a new round of deadly long arrows.

  However, the horses of the Xiongnu people reached an unprecedented speed at this moment.

  The dozens of riders in the front row were only a dozen or so steps away from the Han army's central camp.

  "Let go..."

  The Han generals were relieved in their hearts, if they had been a step later and allowed them to rush into the formation, the situation would have been unimaginable.

  But his idea had only flashed for a moment when it was driven away by the terrible scene in front of him.

  "Whoosh..."

  The arrow shot out and pierced through the war horse's body with great force.

  In an instant, a man jumped high, and behind him, countless men rushed over like flies.

  They abandoned the fallen warhorse, spread their legs apart, and launched a suicidal charge at the enemy more than ten steps away.

  "Kill..."

  A shout full of killing intent and hatred came from the air.

  Maititi's face was twisted in a scowl, his left shoulder bleeding profusely. Although it had been hastily bandaged with torn cloth, the wound still seeped blood, staining the surrounding area crimson.

  But his spirit was highly excited.

  Because he finally rushed to the central camp. At this moment, in front of him were Han soldiers with anxiety on their faces, and no longer those endless cold arrows shot out by Zhuge's divine crossbow.

  His sword flashed in his hand, his body was in mid-air, and he had already swung out a dazzling knife shadow. Under the reflection of sunlight, an even more dazzling light burst forth.

  The guarding soldier was also a seasoned fighter, raising his long spear in hand and charging towards him.

  Maibaiti did not dodge or evade, he swung his knife down, and with a sudden burst of speed, he actually cut it in two with one slash.

  "Ah..."

  The shrill and mournful cry chilled people's hearts and lungs. This was the first casualty of the Central Army soldiers on their own turf.

  "Follow me..." Ma Buyi loudly called out from his mouth, behind him were those dozen or so brave warriors who had first crossed the line of death.

  They finally broke through this lifeline that represented life and death.

  "Kill..."

  The Han general shouted loudly.

  Countless soldiers are swarming up, intending to besiege them here.

  The crossbowmen in the back row were ignoring them, intently replacing their spare quivers.

  A mere dozen or so people are of no use whatsoever in a battle on this scale.

  The real archenemy of the Cheng family is not Maiwali, nor the dozen or so brave warriors behind him, but the tens of thousands of Xiongnu iron cavalry that are still launching a fierce attack on this place.

  As long as the Zhuge crossbow can continue to shoot, the Xiongnu army will be kept at bay, and these dozen or so people, no matter how brave and good at fighting, will not be able to stir up much of a commotion.

  This principle is understood by Han commanders, and Mai Mai Ti will not be unaware of it either.

  He let out a loud roar and charged forward with his sword, his target being the Zhuge Divine Crossbow and the soldiers responsible for firing it.

  The Han people raised their swords and guns, mercilessly stabbing and chopping at these dozen or so people.

  Maibaiti, disregarding his own safety, took big strides forward. Every knife swing of his could take a life away. At the same time, on his body, one or several bloody scars would inevitably appear.

  His footsteps changed from firm to staggering, but his direction never changed, he walked steadfastly forward.

  Maimaiti's entire body was soaked in blood, his own and that of the enemy mixed together, covering him from head to toe with a dark red plasma.

  The number of generals behind him was getting smaller and smaller, but as long as he had a breath left, he could follow his footsteps unwaveringly without stopping for a moment.

  At last, Ma Dai swung his sword and burst through the crowd, arriving beside Zhuge's crossbow.

  He sneered and his blood-stained face was unspeakably ferocious.

  A flash of steel in his hand, the rear spring of the crossbow bolt emitted a harsh and unpleasant creaking sound, after which it could no longer move.

  Maibaiti was overjoyed, he was just about to cook it according to the method, when suddenly his hand felt light.

  As he looked on with a fixed gaze, the Golden Sword of the Vajra, which had followed him for decades, suddenly snapped in two.

  Just as he was taken aback, a dark arrow had already pierced his right chest.

  However, he silently threw it out with a flick of his wrist, and the broken knife deeply pierced the chest of a Han soldier.

  He bowed his head and a long pole of about one zhang suddenly appeared in his hand.

  With a loud shout, he charged forward with his spear, sweeping aside all obstacles, killing people like flies, and arrived at another of Zhuge's divine crossbows.

  The snow-bright gun tip sparkled with a deadly light in the sunlight, at this moment, he had already put his own life and death outside.

  Due to excessive blood loss, his consciousness was somewhat blurred, but in his heart, he always firmly remembered one thing.

  He wants to knock down his opponent's Zhuge God Crossbow.

  A long stretch of defensive line suddenly appeared a gap, where no more bows and arrows emerged.

  Kuotuo Eagle's command was extremely timely, and the brave warriors of the Golden Wolf Army charged at this gap, launching the most fierce attack.

  Gradually, the gap grew larger, from one trebuchet being destroyed, to a second, a third...

  Innumerable Jinwu Army cavalrymen poured into the Han army through this ever-expanding gap.

  They raised their sabers and fought hard, expanding this gap until the entire defensive line.

  Knives flash and guns flutter.

  Maititi's body had no more strength left in him; the only reason he could still stand was because of the lingering resentment in his chest.

  His body had countless wounds, front and back, several long arrows had already pierced his torso, and his blood had been drained.

  He looked up and saw countless figures rushing forward from behind him. Before his eyes was a sea of gold, dazzlingly bright.

  His body thudded to the ground, falling onto the muddy and dusty earth.

  But on his face was a look of quick pleasure, a pale last smile.

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