God Three Group Chat: Three Kingdoms

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Faced with the burning fire, the Han army and the Kushan army adopted different marching methods. The final result should be that the Han army, which had a longer straight-line distance, was the first to reach the rear of the Kushan army.

Leblair stared in disbelief at the Han soldiers emerging from the fire, at the humanoid creatures still engulfed in flames.

Is this really something a human could do?
Fortunately, the flames on the humanoid creature that passed through the fire quickly went out after the fire was extinguished, revealing its true form as a Han soldier.

The once gleaming silver armor was now covered with layer upon layer of black, the color of charcoal.

"All troops prepare, form ranks and repel the enemy!" Seeing that Leblair was not making any move for the moment, Sun Guan did not let this opportunity pass. He shouted loudly, ordering all the soldiers who still had shields to regroup in the shortest possible time and begin to block the road.

"What's going on?" Seeing this scene, and then looking at the Han soldiers blocking their retreat route, Leblair immediately realized something was wrong. Without hesitation, he roared, "Attack! Attack with me!"

Regardless of the current situation of the Han army, since their retreat route has been blocked, we must clear the road again at all costs.

Otherwise, facing such a powerful Han army, with no way to retreat, they would probably all die here.

Based on the current disparity in combat capabilities they have demonstrated, the situation will become irreparable within two or three hours at most.

"Gentlemen, it's our turn!" Zheng Jun, a grandson of Zheng Xuan, who joined Liu Bei's forces in Xuzhou and was tempered on the battlefield, eventually rose to the position of Colonel of Changshui. After receiving the confirmed order, his expression became calm.

As a scion of a prominent family, Zheng Jun could have enjoyed a carefree and safe life, but for the sake of his family and for that glory, he chose to join the army.

So many years have passed, and Zheng Jun has long since lost his naivety and has become a qualified battlefield general.

Thanks to Zheng Xuan's reputation, Zheng Jun received far more instruction and training than his colleagues, such as Liao Hua and Pei Yuanshao of the Yellow Turban Rebellion.

"Release the arrows!" Zheng Jun drew his sword and planted it directly into the ground. He raised his bow, looked at the quiver that was already placed in front of him, and guided the army to launch an attack.

The flames burning on the battlefield, converging into a vast inferno, provided a sufficiently bright light.

Under these circumstances, Changshui, having made preparations, calmly launched a sweeping attack on the designated target area.

The seemingly ordinary arrows contained a large amount of the essence of heaven and earth. Upon landing, the explosions and shocks they caused rapidly reaped the lightly armored Kushan soldiers with an extremely terrifying frequency and kill range.

In the short time it took Shan Ta Nu to turn his head and take a look, there were already very few Kushan soldiers who could stand up in the area where the volley of arrows from Chang Shui had landed.

Unlike conventional ranged legions that require arrows to hit the enemy to inflict effective damage, Changshui, with its absolute area coverage, possesses a more terrifying attack range and extremely high attack efficiency.

Perhaps a single, ordinary shockwave from an arrow wouldn't kill a valuable soldier, but what about ten times? Or a hundred times?
A single attack from the Changshui River can cause shockwaves within a radius of several meters, so that enemies within the attack area are basically subjected to several, or even dozens, of shockwaves.

The Kushan soldiers, lacking both physical strength and the relevant elite defensive talents, were overwhelmed by the Changshui River's sweeping attacks. "Just like always, the killing efficiency is as high as ever." Liao Hua, at the forefront, watched as the Kushan army's formation was quickly cleared in the distance, his eyes filled with unforgettable memories.

Once upon a time, the Yellow Turban army they led faced the Han Empire's army in this very way.

With their larger numbers and greater numbers, all they could do in the face of the Changshui River's slaughter was to desperately try to get closer, regardless of casualties.

Then use more troops to hold off the Tiger Battalion, and then infiltrate the troops to contain and strike Changshui.

It can be said that in order to kill a single Changshui soldier, the Yellow Turbans had to pay the price of dozens or even hundreds of soldiers.

Now, times have changed, and he has become the commander of the Tiger Warriors, with the Changshui Battalion as his comrade.

All I can say is that things are unpredictable.

"An attack of this magnitude?" Having dodged the arrow that fell from the sky, he couldn't avoid the explosive shockwave. Even someone as strong as Barnett felt the impact of the attack, which was like being hammered in the internal organs, and his brows furrowed involuntarily.

In terms of attack strength alone, this attack strength is indeed not high, but the attack range and attack frequency are quite deadly.

If even a master like him could feel threatened by it, then it probably wouldn't be much better for ordinary soldiers, or even elite soldiers.

Realizing this, Banat turned to look at the situation behind him and saw that the once dense army formation was now largely empty, and in this area, one Kushan soldier after another lay down.

"It's over!" Albaz, who also witnessed this scene, instantly felt dizzy and unsteady on his feet.

"Damn it, where are our ranged units? Launch a counterattack immediately?!" Without time to notice his comrade's disgraceful state, Banat roared out the corresponding orders.

However, the soldiers used to relay the orders had long since perished under the cover of the Changshui River.

Even the Kushan archers, used for attack and harassment, had already revealed their coordinates during the long-term attacks and harassment, and were wiped out as soon as the attack began.

So even if the notification was delivered, no soldiers carried out Banat's orders.

Realizing this, Banat immediately swung his fist at Albaz, bringing Albaz back to his senses.

"Albaz, inform Commander Shanta Nu as quickly as possible that we have no chance and must retreat at all costs. There can be no hesitation or delay." After quickly giving these instructions, Banat did not give Albaz a chance to react. He picked Albaz up by hand and threw him into the rear area.

After throwing Albaz, Banat drew his soft sword from his waist with his left hand and picked up a heavy spear from the battlefield with his right. Looking at the still numerous Kushan soldiers on the front lines, he roared, "This battle is a battle of atonement; our souls shall return to Brahma!" (End of Chapter)