The imperial court is ceding territory from our northern border? Then we'll rebel!

"put!"

A cold, emotionless command rang out from a corner of the vehicle formation.

For Ashina Sun, who was trapped inside, this sound was nothing short of a death sentence.

The next second, he heard that voice—a voice he had only heard in the descriptions of survivors, a voice that made his soul tremble.

It wasn't the hum of a bowstring.

Instead, it was a dense, terrifying, and eerie sound, like countless venomous snakes flicking their tongues, or like the Grim Reaper striking bones—a series of "whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh" sounds!

This is a close-up roar from the "Sleeve Crossbow"!

"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"

The dense, chilling sound of crossbow bolts piercing flesh instantly echoed throughout the entire wagon formation passageway!

The hundreds of Kheshig guards at the forefront didn't even have time to scream before they were riddled with bullets from both sides, turning them into bloody, mangled hedgehogs!

Their bodies were instantly pierced by a dozen, or even dozens, of short but deadly crossbow bolts.

Blood gushed out from beneath their leather armor like a fountain!

The warhorse neighed and fell, and the knight's body, still stuck in the saddle, had already become a corpse.

The narrow passageway was less than ten steps wide.

At this distance, there's no need to aim at all for a crossbow.

The effective range of fifty paces has turned into a point-blank slaughter here!

The horsemanship skills that the grassland warriors were so proud of, and their fine leather armor, all became a joke at this moment.

They were like wild beasts locked in an iron cage, forced to passively endure attacks from all sides.

"Raise your shields! Counterattack! Break through these wrecked vehicles!"

Ashina Jun's eyes were bloodshot as he roared with all his might.

He brandished his golden knife, hacking wildly at the carriage beside him.

"clang!"

Sparks flew everywhere!

His golden knife left only a faint white mark on the wooden planks of the carriage.

The wooden planks inside these carriages were actually wrapped with thick sheets of iron!

despair!

Utter despair!

The surviving Kheshig guards instinctively raised their small round shields.

However, it didn't work!

The crossbow's rapid-fire capability ensured that the rain of arrows never stopped.

After the first wave was fired, the second wave followed immediately!

A shield can block one or two, but it cannot stop the endless curtain of death that falls like a torrential rain!

"Pfft pfft pfft!"

The shield was easily pierced, and the knight's arms, chest, and face were impaled by bolts.

"ah--!"

"The devil! This is the devil's trap!"

"Help! I don't want to die here!"

Even the most fearless Kheshig guards on the grasslands were completely driven to mental collapse when faced with this incomprehensible and irresistible massacre.

They are not fighting, they are being slaughtered!

The entire vehicle formation descended into utter chaos.

Those in front wanted to back up, while those behind, unaware of what was happening in front, continued to push forward.

People trampled each other, horses trampled each other.

The wounded warhorse charged wildly, throwing its master to the ground, whereupon it was trampled into a bloody pulp by its surging comrades.

Screams, wails, and pleas for mercy mingled together, turning this "square formation" of grain carts into a veritable hell on earth.

Ashina Sun's heart is bleeding.

These three thousand Kheshig guards were his last remaining assets, the culmination of his decades of hard work traversing the grasslands.

Now, right before his eyes, he was being slaughtered in droves by a group of Han Chinese infantrymen he looked down upon, in a way he could not comprehend.

His pride, his dignity, everything he had, was crushed to pieces in that moment.

However, this is not the end.

This was merely the beginning of the death feast that Xiao Jingchen had prepared for him.

Just as the steppe cavalry in the wagon formation were thrown into chaos by the crossbow bolts, suffering heavy casualties and falling into complete panic.

"call out--!"

A sharp whistling sound suddenly shot into the night sky from the center of the camp.

A dazzling red firework exploded in the dark night sky!

That's the signal for the final assault!

"put!"

Chen Jing stood on a high ground on the outskirts of the camp, looking at the blood-red firework, and with all his might, waved the command flag in his hand!

The order was instantly transmitted to the ten crossbow positions scattered around the camp.

The next moment, a scene ten times more terrifying than what they had just witnessed inside the traffic jam appeared!

"Buzz—Buzz—Buzz—"

Like tens of thousands of giant wasps flapping their wings at the same time!

From the darkness surrounding the camp, ten even larger, black "clouds" rose!

That was a spectacular sight of five thousand crossbows firing at the same time!

In that instant, 50,000 crossbow bolts detached from their arms, tearing through the air with a shrill whistle, and rained down from all directions, piercing the night sky, toward a common target—the center of the "return formation" where people were wailing and screaming in agony!

This is not a rain of arrows.

This is the waterfall of death!

The nearly one thousand Kheshig guards who had rushed too fast and hadn't had time to enter the wagon formation, and were still outside, looked up blankly.

What they saw was the final scene of their lives.

The sky was completely covered by a black curtain of arrows.

There are no gaps, no blind spots.

"Puff puff puff puff puff puff puff—!"

The sounds of flesh being pierced, a hundred times more frequent than before, merged into a symphony of death that sent chills down one's spine.

The cavalrymen, still on horseback, were riddled with arrows, horse and all.

Those who managed to dodge the first wave of arrows were pinned to the ground by the second and third waves of arrows coming from different directions before they could even celebrate.

Blood instantly formed a stream, staining the open space outside the car formation red.

The whole world seemed to be filled with only two voices.

One type is the sharp whistling sound of a crossbow bolt piercing the air.

Another type is the agonizing scream when life is harvested.

Ashina Sun was trapped inside the chariot formation. He was stunned by the apocalyptic noise coming from outside.

He finally understood just how vicious and meticulous Xiao Jingchen's plan was.

The crossbows inside the wagon formation were used to disrupt their formation and create chaos and panic.

But the outermost Yuanrong crossbows are the real main course! They're used for indiscriminate, devastating, and widespread attacks!

He and his three thousand Kheshig guards were, from beginning to end, just a bunch of pigs and sheep driven into the slaughterhouse!

"Xiao Jingchen!!"

Ashina Sun let out a roar that was not human, filled with endless hatred and despair.

"Even if I die, I'll drag you down with me!!"

He's completely gone mad.

He knew he could not possibly leave this place alive.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he recklessly spurred his warhorse, trampling over the corpses of his comrades, and launched a final, suicidal charge toward the central command tent!

He wanted to see for himself the man who had manipulated him so easily!

He was going to use his own knife to cut off his head!