Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 2637 Piercing the Clouds
"Quickly! Get out of the city and rescue General Plum Blossom!"

"No, Your Highness, there are too many surrounding troops! We can't break through at all! Even the Silver Cicada Guards couldn't get in, let alone our men!"

Seeing this scene from the city wall, Meng Shi was extremely anxious. Li Meiniang was trapped, and the Silver Cicada Guards around her were fighting desperately to rescue their commander. However, the enemy had sent too many soldiers and cultivators to surround and intercept them. Even the Silver Cicada Guards were blocked by layers of enemy troops, and could only watch helplessly as Li Meiniang was surrounded and killed by the cultivators.

In no time, the three guards who had been protecting Li Meiniang fell to the blade. Meng Shi watched helplessly as the three silver figures fell under the iron hooves of the Northern Wei people, crushed into bloody mud by the horses' hooves.

Only Li Meiniang remained, her blade flashing like lightning, methodically reaping the countless enemy soldiers who charged towards her.

But even a fierce tiger can't defeat a pack of wolves. With this constant back-and-forth fighting, she couldn't hold out for long, and she already had several bruises on her body.

"Useless! If you can't do it, then I'll go myself!"

"Absolutely not! Quickly, someone stop Her Majesty the Queen!"

In desperation, Meng Shi tried to jump off the city wall, but was suddenly grabbed by a guard who appeared behind her. A group of Northern Wei generals were terrified and surrounded Meng Shi, holding her back tightly.

"let me go!"

"I am the person with the highest level of cultivation here. If I don't go, who will?"

Meng Shi hadn't expected that her two usually loyal bodyguards would suddenly transform, unleashing their full inner energy to hold her tightly. Although their cultivation levels were lower than hers, their combined strength rendered her completely immobile.

"Your Highness, His Majesty has ordered that no matter what happens, you must not be sent to the battlefield."

"If you want to go to the battlefield, you'll have to step over our dead bodies."

The usually taciturn guard said in a low voice, "We are loyal to His Majesty, and we beg Your Majesty not to make things difficult for us."

Yelü Hua actually issued such a death order?
Meng Shi froze, seeing Li Meiniang surrounded by blood-red light. Her eyes widened in horror, and she struggled violently, crying out, "No, if General Plum Blossom is harmed, how can I explain this to the former King of Qin?"

"let me go!"

"It's too late! Your Highness! No one can save her now! Even if you go alone, it's like a drop in the ocean!"

Hearing his subordinates' shouts, Meng Shi fell into despair.

Li Meiniang is indeed in imminent danger, and even if a large army comes to her rescue now, it will be too late.

Is this really the only way...?
Meng Shi slowly knelt down, leaning against the city wall. A burst of excited shouts erupted from the enemy troops in the distance. She watched helplessly as the silver figure in the distance was gradually covered in blood, like a gleaming sword sinking into mud, slowly disappearing…

Just as Meng Shi was about to lose sight of that silver glint, the shouts of the enemy in the distance seemed to have changed.

What started as excitement gradually turned into fear.

what?
Meng Shi's forehead was originally pressed against the city wall, with the whistling wind and the noise of the army fighting in his ears.

Just then, she heard an extremely sharp whistling sound.

It was as if something sharper and faster than lightning tore the entire battlefield apart.

"Your Highness..."

Hearing the trembling voice of the person beside her, Meng Shi suddenly opened her eyes and stood up, leaning against the city wall.

She opened her eyes wide and noticed that the enemy troops who had been fighting fiercely around Li Meiniang seemed to have thinned out, no longer surrounding her like ants.

As the crowd dispersed, Meng Shi was able to see the scene around Li Meiniang more clearly.

The corpses around Li Meiniang were piled up almost like a mountain, but the top few seemed to have died in some strange ways.

Meng Shi noticed that many of the scattered enemy soldiers were staring at the corpses, their eyes seeming somewhat strange.

That was a look of terror.

The corpses were all lying face down on the ground, with an arrow lodged in their backs.

arrow?
Where did the arrow come from?

Judging from the direction the arrow struck, it actually came from the direction of the enemy.

Was someone shooting arrows from behind the enemy troops besieging Li Meiniang?

"Whoosh!"

At this moment, another enemy soldier surrounding Li Meiniang fell, an arrow lodged in his head. The arrow pierced right through his skull and trembled slightly.

With a thud, the body fell to the ground.

"who!?"

"Who shot that arrow!?"

The enemy troops surrounding Li Meiniang were in complete chaos, turning around to try and find the traitor who had shot them in the back.

However, no, everyone turned around to look behind them, only to see even more terrified eyes on those behind them.

Everyone felt that the arrow came from behind them, but just behind them was their own base camp.

"Whoosh!"

Another arrow fell from the sky, accurately hitting another cultivator next to Li Meiniang and piercing him through.

One arrow killed him.

"Whoosh!"

This is the tenth person who has died from an arrow wound while working for Li Meiniang.

Next up is the twentieth person.

Arrow after arrow shot down, piercing the heads and hearts of the enemy soldiers surrounding Li Meiniang, killing them all instantly.

The cultivators who had been attacking Li Meiniang with great morale suddenly showed signs of fear and slowed down their attacks, which allowed Li Meiniang to seize the opportunity to kill them.

Everyone frantically searched for the one who shot the arrow. The enemy had already put away their bows, but the number of people dying from that invisible arrow continued to rise.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of corpses had fallen around Li Meiniang.

White ground gradually appeared around her. Apart from cultivators with higher levels of cultivation, the ordinary soldiers looked at each other in confusion and retreated one after another.

At this moment, everyone was able to see the arrow that killed without leaving a trace more clearly.

"Whoosh!"

The arrow was so fast that no one could see its trail, but everyone saw it, especially Meng Shi and the others standing on the city wall. No one drew their bow within a hundred feet.

This is an arrow that was shot from a hundred feet away.

"How is this possible?"

Inside the chariot, Wu Chanlu's veil nearly fell off.

An arrow shot from several miles away—not to mention what kind of divine power could shoot an arrow that far, even if it could shoot that far, how could it hit the enemy next to Li Meiniang so accurately?

Is this something a human can do?
"My strategist!"

Just then, a soldier came running from outside the chariot carrying a blood-stained arrow. "This is the arrow you asked for, the one you pulled from the corpse!"

The arrowhead was still attached to human bones, and it took them a lot of effort to pull it off.

Wu Chanlu stared at the feathered arrow. "A long-tipped arrow?"

The Northern Wei people might not be familiar with this type of arrow, but the Western Rong people were very familiar with it.

On the continent of Shanhai, there are two types of bows. The armies of the six kingdoms mostly use short-tipped bows, which have stiff bowstrings, fast firing speed, and short range. The Western Rong people often use long-tipped bows for hunting, which have softer bowstrings, more flexible bow bodies, require skill to operate, have a slower firing speed, but a longer range.

Originally, long-tipped and short-tipped bows were simply two types of bows used in different situations. Short-tipped bows were the most popular because of their fast firing rate, high lethality, and ease of use. In large-scale wars, the Western Rong people would also switch to short-tipped bows.

Long-tipped arrow.

These are arrows favored by the archers of the Western Rong tribes on the battlefield.

In Wu Chanlu's entire life, he only knew one archer within the Great Wall who was even stronger than the Western Rong eagle archers.

Do you guys still remember the Condor Heroes from the Intermediate Ceremony?