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Chapter 275 Indiscriminate Attack

When these assassins of the Dark Night Cult launched their attack, Chu Shizhao understood that their purpose was to create chaos.
Next, the Northern Di army will definitely launch an attack.

However, he had not expected that the Northern Di cavalry had been lurking so close to the city wall at some point.

Chu Shizhao secretly felt fortunate that if the Ice Wolf Cavalry had not given an advance warning, he would have discovered these assassins before they climbed up the city wall.

The Northern Di cavalry would naturally take advantage of the most chaotic time to attack the city. Everything was carefully planned.

But now, they have lost more than they gained. Although the battle was fierce, the situation has begun to turn around.

Although the battle on the city wall has not yet ended, most of the assassins of the Dark Night Cult have been eliminated.

Some of the survivors were making their last struggle, but they could no longer cause any trouble. Chu Shizhao looked across the battlefield, estimated his own losses, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, it was discovered in time.

"Meet the enemy!" Zhao Wenguang's anxious roar spread across the entire city wall. The young general stood at the forefront, his armor stained with blood, and it was unclear whether it was his own or the enemy's.

His voice became hoarse from shouting too much, and sweat flowed down his temples and gathered into thin streams at his chin.

The soldiers of Xueyuan Pass, who had just finished a bloody battle with the Dark Night Cult assassins, did not even have time to rest before rushing to the city wall to resist the attack of the Northern Di cavalry.

They dragged their tired bodies, some were even injured, but no one retreated.

Someone's arm was still bleeding, but he had already gritted his teeth and picked up the longbow again. His fingers trembled from the effort, but he still firmly put the arrow on the string.

Some people even needed to use their spears to propel themselves onto the ground in order to stand up, but they still looked at each other with their eyes fixed.

However, their behavior seemed the same as before, but Chu Shizhao could clearly feel that there was an inexplicable anxiety in the hearts of the soldiers. This emotion spread like a plague in the army.

Some people kept licking their cracked lips, while others kept adjusting their posture, appearing restless.

As the sound of horse hooves from under the city wall grew closer, their changes became more and more obvious.

The reason for this is actually all due to the influence of Zhao Wenguang.

Chu Shizhao watched Zhao Wenguang walking back and forth anxiously on the city wall, giving orders loudly from time to time, and sighed inwardly.

Although he was good at commanding troops, he was still too young and lacked experience.

At critical moments, mistakes are inevitable.

The soldiers reacted in this way because of the anxiety in his tone when he gave the order. Chu Shizhao knew very well that the mood of a commander would directly affect the morale of the entire army.

However, since Zhao Wenguang was in charge of the entire army, Chu Shizhao would not point it out easily even if he made some mistakes.

This is the most basic respect for a general and a necessary step to maintain military morale.

If Zhao Wenguang is interrupted at this time, it will do no good except weakening his prestige in the army.

"Li Batian, when the enemy attacks the city later, fight more fiercely. Do you understand what I mean?" Chu Shizhao whispered to Li Batian who had just arrived.

Li Batian patted his chest, patting his armor like a muffled drum: "Don't worry, Your Highness, I know what to do."

The burly man grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth. As he turned and walked away, his armor clanged like a beast ready to attack, and his heavy footsteps echoed on the city wall.

Oh oh oh!
The sound of the Beidi horn suddenly sounded, and the deep and rich sound echoed in the night sky. This sound seemed to have some kind of magic, which made people's heartbeats speed up involuntarily.

On the city wall, the experienced veterans looked even more solemn, knowing what this meant. The young soldiers looked at each other and swallowed unconsciously.

The sound of arrows breaking through the air followed closely behind, but under the cover of darkness, the soldiers at Xueyuan Pass could not see the trajectory of the arrows at all. They could only rely on their experience to determine the general direction of the arrows and try to avoid them.

An old soldier suddenly shouted: "Lower your head!"

Everyone immediately huddled up. The sound of arrows hitting the city walls and shields was as dense as hail.

At this moment, the only thing the soldiers of Xueyuan Pass could do was to curl up behind the shelter and resist the rain of arrows.

The arrows were more powerful than any previous ones, making it hard to breathe.

The density of this rain of arrows was unprecedented, as if the entire sky was pouring death onto the city walls.

Fortunately, it is dark now, so we can't see the arrows coming towards us like dark clouds, and the pressure is not that great.

Although most of the generals were hiding well, they huddled behind the battlements, their heavy shields forming a solid barrier.

But on the city wall, there were still many assassins from the Dark Night Cult who were fighting stubbornly.

These men in black are like a thorn in the flesh and will not give in.

A Dark Night Cult assassin wearing a bronze mask was holding a dagger against the throat of a wounded soldier, with a cruel light flashing in his eyes.

As a result, a rain of arrows came and engulfed both of them at the same time.

Many Dark Night Cult assassins looked back in disbelief. The Northern Di cavalry actually didn't care about their lives and carried out indiscriminate attacks.

Dense arrows poured down like a rainstorm, harvesting lives without distinguishing between friend and foe. Chu Shizhao watched helplessly as an arrow pierced through the shoulder of the Dark Night Cult assassin and then pierced into the chest of the Xueyuan Pass soldier behind him. The blood appeared a strange dark red in the moonlight.

"Fuck, these lunatics!" Chu Shizhao, who had just dealt with a Dark Night Cult assassin, had no time to think. He had just used a silver needle to kill a sneak attacker, and when he turned around, he saw a rain of arrows. Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and he could even clearly see the slight airflow caused by the arrows spinning in the air.

He grabbed the nearest Xueyuan Pass warrior and rushed towards the parapet.

The soldier with a childish face was dragged back by a huge force before he could react. He stared with horror as an arrow flew past his nose and hit the wooden pillar behind him, the tail of the arrow still trembling violently.

The others were too far away, and even if Chu Shizhao wanted to rescue them, he was too late, and could only watch the rain of arrows falling. In the distance, an old soldier was trying to drag his injured companion to the bunker, but he was still a step too slow.

Several screams rang out one after another. The sound was so shrill that it didn't sound like a human voice, but more like the wail of a dying beast. A Dark Night Cult assassin was hit by three arrows at the same time. He struggled to pull out the arrow in his chest, but it only made the wound bleed more.

The mask fell off, revealing a face twisted in pain.

The Dark Night Cult assassins at various places on the city walls, and the soldiers from Xueyuan Pass who were fighting against them, were all shot like hedgehogs.

The corpses stood still, and the dense arrows on their bodies made them look like hedgehogs.

Blood flowed along the arrow shaft and formed small streams on the bricks.

The eyes of the fallen Dark Night Cult assassins were filled with anger and disbelief. One of them stared at the direction of the Northern Di camp, and his bloody fingers left five deep scratches on the ground. He moved his lips, as if he wanted to question the other party why he treated them like this, but he only spat out a mouthful of black blood with internal organs.

At the other end of the city wall, Huo Qinghuang fired a shot and knocked the Dark Night Cult assassin off the city wall. The assassin didn't even have time to scream before falling into the darkness. Huo Qinghuang's silver armor was splattered with blood, but his eyes under the visor were as calm as ice.

Facing the rain of arrows, Huo Qinghuang said to several soldiers from Xueyuan Pass: "Hide behind me."

The frightened soldiers gathered together and huddled together like frightened baby birds.

The spear flew up and down, almost turning into a shield. Huo Qinghuang's arm turned into a shadow, and the silver spear seemed to have life in her hand.

The arrow hit the rotating gun barrel, sending out sparks.

Each of her blocks was extremely accurate, and no arrow could break through this iron line of defense.

After a series of clinking sounds, all the arrows were shot out, and a pile of broken arrow shafts soon accumulated on the ground, forming a safe semicircle under Huo Qinghuang's feet. Her breathing was slightly rapid, but her hand holding the gun was still as steady as a rock.

Taking advantage of the gap between the second round of arrow rain, Huo Qinghuang hurriedly asked several people to hide behind the wall: "Hurry up!"

Under the city wall, Murong Dayu saw that the Great Zhou soldiers at Xueyuan Pass were unable to raise their heads, and he nodded with satisfaction: "Pass my order, the whole army will attack."

He stroked the mane of his mount, a cruel smile on his lips. The messenger beside him immediately blew the horn, and the low sound echoed in the night sky. The warhorse pawed its front hooves restlessly, and the white mist it spewed condensed into frost in the cold night.

At this moment, a black figure flew over. The figure passed through the guards like a ghost, without even the corner of his clothes being touched.

The Beidi soldiers didn't even have time to react before the shadow stood in front of Murong Dayu's horse. Under the moonlight, the man's cloak moved without wind, casting a distorted shadow on the ground.

The eyes hidden under the cloak were emitting a captivating light, like the eyes of a wolf.

"Murong Dayu, do you know what you have done?" The voice of the Dark Night Messenger was hoarse and unpleasant, like sandpaper rubbing against each other. Every word he said was filled with suppressed anger, and his hands under his cloak had clenched into fists.

Facing the questioning of the Dark Night Messenger, Murong Dayu waved his hand nonchalantly, as if he was shooing away a fly, and said impatiently: "Of course I am conquering cities for Beidi."

His tone was frivolous and almost provocative, and his eyes flashed with a dangerous light. The guards around him exchanged worried glances, and their hands unconsciously reached for their weapons.

Murong Dayu almost choked back the messenger's words. His cloak shook violently, as if there was an angry beast hidden inside. The air around him seemed to freeze, and even the flames of the torches stopped jumping.

The rapid rise and fall of his chest clearly showed his messenger's anger: "They are all the most elite masters of the Dark Night Cult. How dare you treat them like this? The Cult Master will never let you go."

The messenger's voice was trembling with anger, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. There was a faint flash of cold light in his sleeves, and it seemed that he might attack at any time.

From the beginning of the attack on Xueyuan Pass to now, the Dark Night Cult envoy has spoken more than in the previous few months.

"It is precisely because they are elite troops that I hope they can use the cover of night to disrupt the enemy and open the city gate." Murong Dayu's voice was as cold as iron, and his fingers tapped the saddle lightly, making a dull sound. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, sweeping across the fire on the city wall, and a cruel smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. The night wind blew the red tassel on his helmet, which looked like flowing blood under the moonlight.

"As a result, we were discovered by the enemy before we even climbed up the city wall." He swung the whip violently, and the tip of the whip exploded in the air with a crisp sound, startling the nearby war horses so much that they stamped their hooves restlessly.

Murong Dayu frowned, and the scar on his face looked particularly hideous under the firelight: "More than a hundred elite masters, and most of them were lost just after the battle. Is this the ability of your Dark Night Cult elite masters?"

The Dark Night Messenger's hands were clenched white under his cloak. He could feel the mocking glances from the surrounding Northern Di generals; those looks were like knives stabbing at him.

The screams coming from the direction of the city wall were faintly audible, making his heart ache.

"Besides, you saw what happened just now. Even if I didn't take action, they would be wiped out by the defenders sooner or later." Murong Dayu raised his hand and pointed to the city wall, where several corpses that were shot like hedgehogs could be vaguely seen hanging on the battlements.

"What's the difference between dying at the hands of the enemy and dying at our hands? Dying now can create opportunities for the army to kill more enemies." Murong Dayu's eyes were as fierce as a wolf: "War means death. The only difference is whether the death is worth it!"

At this moment, he showed the fangs of a Northern Di general.

In Murong Dayu's eyes, all lives, whether enemies or friends, are just pawns to achieve his goals.

"But they are different..." The Dark Night Cult messenger subconsciously wanted to refute, but his voice involuntarily lowered.

Murong Dayu interrupted him rudely: "What's the difference? How many of our Beidi soldiers died in the attack on Xueyuan Pass?"

His voice suddenly rose: "They can die, but you, the Dark Night Cult, can't? Are you saying that the lives of your Dark Night Cult members are more precious than those of our Northern Di warriors?"

The messenger knew that Murong Dayu was making a sophistry, but he had no power to refute it. His throat was tight, as if it was being strangled by an invisible hand.

The surrounding Beidi cavalry were all looking at him, with mockery, contempt, and mostly naked hostility in their eyes.

How dare he say that we, the masters of the Dark Night Cult, are nobler and more valuable than you ordinary soldiers?
The messenger bit his lip, the taste of blood spreading in his mouth. He clenched his fist tightly.

"Murong Dayu, you'd better be responsible for what you said." The messenger cursed with gritted teeth.

Turning suddenly, the cloak raised a shadow, like the wings of a bat
Murong Dayu snorted disdainfully: "A bunch of useless people who can only use dirty tricks and are not presentable enough."

He slowly withdrew his gaze, the contempt on his face gradually faded, and he turned back into the cold-blooded general; "Before dawn, I want to see the flag of the Northern Di people planted on the top of Xueyuan Pass."

On the Xueyuan Pass wall in the distance, Chu Shizhao seemed to sense something and looked up in the direction of the Beidi camp. The two people's eyes seemed to penetrate the darkness and confronted each other in the void. The night wind wailed, like the cry of countless dead souls.

(End of this chapter)