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He nodded quickly, turned around, and rode off to deliver the order.

A moment later, about twenty Liang archers were transferred.

Led by a team leader, they quietly flanked from the rear flank.

Try to find a firing position that can avoid most of our own soldiers while effectively covering the area where Qing Hemiao is located.

About ten minutes have passed since the battle began.

The physical exertion of close combat in the era of cold weapons was terrifying.

Even among seasoned taxi drivers, those who could endure an hour of intense fighting throughout history were considered elite.

At this moment, although only a quarter of an hour had passed, both Liang Jun and the "Taihang Army" taxi drivers were already showing obvious signs of fatigue.

The originally rapid pace of attack and defense gradually slowed down.

Contrary to the misconceptions many later film and television works have portrayed, the lethality and threat of arrows on the battlefield of cold weapons have always been extremely great.

It's just that the advent of modern firearms, and the film and television effects in many martial arts dramas and novels where masters easily "catch arrows with their hands" and "slash flying arrows with their swords," have changed things.

This has led many modern people to subconsciously overlook the true power of the bow and arrow.

He even thought catching an arrow with his bare hands was an easy thing.

Only those who truly understand bows and arrows, or even those who have personally witnessed the firing of powerful bows and crossbows, can comprehend this.

How astonishing was that speed and penetrating power!

Even many in the martial arts world who have practiced it.

In unexpected situations, there is often no time to react effectively before the arrow is already embedded in the body.

Armor-piercing spikes can penetrate iron armor, and wounds caused by triangular arrowheads are extremely difficult to heal, not to mention the poison or molten gold that may be applied to the arrowheads...

It's more likely to be syrup.

Because poison is expensive and not worth it for ordinary people, while that stuff is more common.

At this moment, the Liang army archers who had been dispatched had already quietly entered their designated positions under the cover of the battlefield chaos and the piles of corpses.

They drew their bows and arrows, and in the midst of the chaotic battle, they locked onto the young figure who charged left and right like a god of war.

The fighting has continued until now.

Even though Qinghe Miao used a relatively dull long staff instead of a sword.

His entire body was already soaked and stained red with the enemy's blood.

Warm blood plasma smeared on the surface of the armor, flowing along the gaps in the armor plates, emitting a strong rusty smell.

The armor on his body bore clear marks of being slashed and stabbed in many places; the armor plates were twisted, dented, and even had one or two small cuts.

This proved the importance of wearing armor on the battlefield.

When attacks come from all directions, even a master cannot block them all.

However, none of this affected his movements or his momentum.

Influenced by the atmosphere, a burning fighting spirit blazed in his eyes, as if he had forgotten all the other passionate lines and jokes.

Shouting "Kill!", each swing of the stick was powerful and heavy.

As the battle continued, a strange feeling became clearer and clearer.

He felt that he was becoming more and more adept at handling the battlefield.

What is the preciousness of life? Here, the one thing that is most abundant is teeth!

His eyes flashed like lightning, quickly scanning the chaotic battlefield. He could already vaguely understand the situation and sensed danger.

Almost simultaneously, a thin but concentrated rain of arrows came from the flanks at a tricky angle, aimed directly at him and his personal guards!

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However, while Qinghe Miao was wielding the stick with impenetrable skill, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and switched the power of his Stand!

A reverse magnetic force, created by manipulation, surrounds him!

The arrow was pulled by the opposite force, as if it were being gently pulled by an invisible hand, and its strength was greatly reduced.

"Jingle bells!"

A series of dense yet crisp impacts rang out!

Arrows that should have pierced through armor and taken lives fell powerlessly to the ground or remained embedded in the armor plates.

Miraculously, not even the skin and flesh were damaged!

"Holy crap! Treasure armor!? Protective aura!?"

In the distance, the leader of the Liang army archers, who were ordered to carry out the mission, witnessed this scene and turned pale with fright. He couldn't help but mutter a curse under his breath.

I just felt incredibly unlucky.

This isn't lethal?

At this moment, the surrounding enemies reacted and surrounded them.

There will naturally be no second chance.

This futile arrow attack not only failed to harm Qing Hemiao in the slightest, but also severely dampened the morale of the Liang soldiers who witnessed the scene.

Looking at the blood-soaked figure, his eyes were filled with undisguised fear.

Qinghe Miao completely ignored the archers.

The sudden attack just now pulled him out of his increasingly confident and absorbed state, and he started thinking again.

He reined in his warhorse and, atop the tall horse, reassessed the chaotic battlefield.

He quickly narrowed down his target.

Beneath the general's banner in the rear of Liang's army, there was a place that was most heavily guarded!

That must be where the enemy's commander is!

"My lads!"

Qinghe Miao raised the blood-stained long staff, pointing it directly at the general's flag, his voice hoarse:

"Charge with me! Take the enemy general's head!"

This shout, though not drowning out the clamor of the battlefield, injected a new boost of morale into the exhausted yet excited Royal Guard cavalry.

Without the slightest hesitation, this small group regrouped behind Qing Hemiao!

"Hiss—!"

The warhorse neighed, its hooves, as big as bowls, pounded on the blood-soaked, slippery, muddy ground, splashing up mud mixed with blood.

Go straight ahead!

Almost at the same time that Qinghe Miao launched another attack.

The general in Liang's rear guard immediately sensed the threat.

Chapter 82 Those who follow me are exempt

When the Liang army generals saw the "Taihang" banner and the fierce and incomparably powerful man rushing straight towards them.

He immediately guessed what was going on, and his face turned deathly pale.

But his dignity as a general and his last shred of reason prevented him from choosing to retreat immediately.

He abruptly drew his sword, pointed it at the menacing enemy, and roared:

"Stop them! Everyone, get on top of them! Block them!"

Military orders are absolute. The armies of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period may have been lousy, but they were certainly not incompetent.

Liang's army only had reserves left, and under the leadership of their officers, they gritted their teeth and charged forward!

This is the last barrier!

"Boom—!!!"

The two teams collided with a loud crash on the narrow track!

In an instant, the continuous sound of armor clashing against armor, mixed with the sound of bones breaking, rang out one after another like firecrackers during the New Year!

In the split second between the two teams, all skills and qualities are diminished.

Only the most realistic ferocity and physical collisions determine life and death in the most thorough way.

"kill!"

Qinghe Miao roared and swept his long staff horizontally!

Two Liang cavalrymen who charged forward attempted to block, but at the moment of contact, they and their horses were sent flying sideways by the immense force.

He knocked down several infantrymen behind him who couldn't dodge in time, and fell heavily to the ground, instantly breaking his bones!

"kill!"

His personal guard cavalry also erupted in wild shouts, closely following their commander.

Taking advantage of the gap that Qinghe Miao had torn open, he brandished his long sword and spear, hacking and slashing wildly!

In an instant, Liang's army was thrown into chaos, with men and horses falling to the ground, blood splattering everywhere, and screams echoing everywhere. Their formation was thrown into complete disarray!

The Liang army general overseeing the battle from the rear had a face as pale as paper, staring intently at the battle zone.

Several more Liang soldiers were knocked off their horses during the battle.

The moment he fell to the ground, he was trampled over by his comrades or enemy riders who were right behind him and had no time to react, instantly turning into a blurry mass of flesh and blood.

In this situation, there is no room for hesitation; it is either move forward or die!

Qinghe Miao personally led dozens of cavalrymen, charging wildly and invincible!

With clubs swung, one Liang soldier after another who tried to stop them fell.

Under such an impact, Liang Jun's already precarious formation finally crumbled completely!

Panic spread as quickly as a plague.

The "Taihang Army" in the rear felt it particularly clearly; the pressure of frontal resistance suddenly eased, and the enemy's formation was obviously thrown into disarray!

"Charge! The enemy can't hold on! Break through their lines!"

It's unclear who shouted it first.

Instantly, like a wildfire, many Taihang Army soldiers shouted at the same time, their morale soaring, and launched a general attack on the Liang army's lines, which had already begun to fall into chaos and retreat!

In reality, of the thousands of laborers involved in the battle, only about a hundred people actually died.

However, in the era of cold weapons, such a casualty ratio was often the limit that a regular army could bear.

Once the battle formation collapses and morale crumbles, it's like an avalanche—it can never be salvaged.

"Damn it!!"

The Liang army generals watched helplessly as the tide turned against them, and no longer cared about military orders or punishments.

Escorted by his personal guards, he subconsciously turned his horse around, preparing to flee.

When an army is defeated, it collapses like a house of cards; there is absolutely nothing that can be done at this point.

However, they had only fled a short distance when the sound of horses' hooves came from behind them, a sound that seemed to urge them to their deaths!

Then, the enemy chieftain, covered in blood, caught up with them alone on horseback!

"Where do you think you're going! Dismount and surrender, and I'll spare your life!"

Qinghe Miao beckons at dusk, magpies offer their gifts.

Since the saying goes that surrendering means losing half the battle, and the outcome was already decided, he truly had no intention of killing.

But the Liang general trembled violently upon hearing this.

He was, after all, a soldier.