He was born as a blacksmith, but he dominated the world

Chapter 443 This battle must be won
"war!"

The roar of millions of border troops shattered the sky.

Take the second step!
The thousands of feet of golden light was blocked by the soaring fighting spirit and could not advance an inch.

The third step follows!
"war!"

boom--

The endless fighting spirit turned into a sharp blade that could cut through everything.

Even though it was a thousand-foot-long golden light shot by twelve Daowu realm masters, it was completely shattered!

The next moment, it was the Arrow Mountain.

There were millions of arrows, and among them, there were more than a thousand people in the Divine Martial Realm.

Such power is no less than that of the twelve Western Yi ancestors.

However, Ma Ningyan, Xu Wanqun, or other generals, generals, and even ordinary soldiers.

No one wants to retreat, not even a single step!

The fame of the Daqian battle formation lies in its unity of mind.

When in the array, personal thoughts are no longer important and cannot even be influenced by oneself.

You can only follow the battle formation and obey orders!
"war!"

As the fourth step was taken, the terrifying sharp blade formed by the fighting spirit of millions of people split the mountain of arrows in half.

Countless arrows fell like raindrops.

It is not known for its defense, but purely for offense.

Such a rain of arrows naturally caused considerable casualties to the border troops.

Ma Ningyan didn't even look behind her, and shouted, "Entire army!"

"attack!"

Without waiting for the herald to shout, she took the lead and rushed towards the direction of the Xiyi clan.

The Eighteen Riders of Tiannan Prefecture back then, now the marshals and generals of the Daqian border army, are still following closely behind him as they did many years ago.

Millions of border troops further behind immediately launched a charge.

This scene reminded Jiang Lin vaguely of the difficulties Ma Ningyan encountered when she led her troops to attack the city for the first time.

At that time, they were tricked by the powerful clans. With only 30,000 soldiers, they went to attack the enemy's nearly 100,000 defenders.

Charge after charge seemed so insignificant.

They lost more than half of their troops and were unable to breach the enemy's city gate.

In the end, it was Jiang Lin who broke into the city with one arrow and turned the situation around.

This time is no exception.

Faced with the charge of the Daqian border troops, the Xiyi clan was not afraid at all.

In front of them, there were four million vassal troops.

Although their combat power is much weaker than that of the Daqian border troops, the purpose of their existence is to delay time.

As long as there is enough time, they are confident that they can shoot and kill enemies that are five times their number.

On the way to the charge, there were two more waves of arrows.

At least 100,000 border troops were shot dead on the spot, and hundreds of thousands were injured.

But no one is afraid because this is a battle for the fate of the country.

After winning the battle, Daqian no longer has to worry about the situation in the northwest.

If we lose the war, the country will be destroyed and the family will be ruined.

Ma Ningyan arrived first, wearing a pitch-black armor and slashing with a holy-grade black sword in her hand.

The sword energy of over a hundred feet caused countless casualties to the enemies in front.

Following closely behind him, Xu Wanqun and other 18 riders rushed into the enemy formation.

And then came the border troops.

All the families of those vassal troops were controlled by the Xiyi clan, so they had no choice but to fight even if they wanted to.

They knew they would die, but they had no choice but to grit their teeth and fight.

The melee involving nearly ten million people was so heroic that it cannot be described in any words.

Mountains and rivers collapsed, and the sun and moon lost their light.

Only the Xiyi clan was as steady as a mountain, resisting wave after wave of arrows.

Most of them were directed towards the rear of the border troops, but as the two armies engaged in more in-depth fighting, the rain of arrows gradually aimed at "their own people."

As the vassal army was fighting, they heard a whistling sound.

Turning around, I saw countless arrows shooting towards this side.

"Western barbarians!" someone shouted angrily.

Even though they were vassal armies, the two sides were allies. In order to expand the results of the battle, the Western barbarians did not hesitate to shoot and kill "their own people"!
Many people were angry and wanted to rush back to the Xiyi clan to ask for an explanation, but what they got in response were only the cold eyes and even colder arrows of the Xiyi archers.

There were also supervisory teams behind the formation, who, even though they were filled with anger, had to shout loudly.

"Think about my wife, children, parents! Kill all the Daqian border troops, and we can retire!"

The vassal soldiers' eyes turned red after hearing this. They gritted their teeth, clenched their weapons, and turned back.

He vented all his anger on the enemy in front of him.

A great battle lasted for more than ten days, but no one was able to determine the winner.

Although the vassal army was weak, they could not retreat for the sake of their wives and children.

Otherwise, the Western Yi would kill their entire family.

Although Daqian was strong, it was entangled by its vassal army, and there were millions of archers from the Western Yi who kept shooting arrows, making every step difficult.

With every step forward, many border troops fell.

After more than ten days of fighting, they had only advanced a few dozen miles and were still extremely far away from the Xiyi clan.

During this period of time, the Xiyi clan shot countless tens of thousands of arrows.

Therefore, the number of border troops who died has already exceeded one million.

Even the marshal and the general suffered losses.

The civil servants and counselors who came with the army cried out in desperation, trying to persuade Ma Ningyan to withdraw his troops for the time being.

Find a better terrain, avoid the advantages of the Xiyi clan and then make plans.

All military officers went to the front line, leaving only these civil servants and advisers in the rear, and their ideas were almost unified.

Some extreme people even planned to force people to take away the logistical food supplies and force Ma Ningyan to retreat.

Hearing this, Jiang Lin came over and chopped off several people's heads with one knife.

The civil servants pointed at him, shocked and angry: "You, how dare you kill someone!"

Jiang Lin looked at them coldly: "You may be good at governing a country, but you are useless at war."

"The two armies are entangled with nearly 10 million people, and there are also cold arrows from the Xiyi clan. It is impossible to retreat, let alone retreat. Even if you retreat, you will be a sitting duck for the Xiyi clan."

“By then, the number of casualties will be countless.”

"And there is a thousand miles of plain behind us, with no obstacles. If we retreat a thousand miles, what is there to fight?"

A civil official said angrily: "You are just a blacksmith, how can you understand war! Using thousands of miles of land to exchange for recuperation, and then using the natural barriers to stop the Western Yi clans, this is the right way!"

Jiang Lin swung his knife and killed the civil servant on the spot.

"I don't really know much about war, but I know that Daqian will win. If you continue to spread rumors and confuse the people and shake the morale of the army, I will chop you all down!"

"There are plenty of educated people in the world. Even if all of you are killed, there will be plenty of people to take your place. If you don't believe me, you can try it!"

Many civil servants looked at Jiang Lin, whose face was filled with murderous intent, and then at the extremely sharp sword in his hand, even though they did not believe in their hearts that Jiang Lin really dared to kill all of them.

But who dares to try?

What if it’s yourself who dies instead of someone else, wouldn’t that be a loss?

There was also a civil servant who thought he was rational and said in a deep voice: "Master Hong, why don't you look at the situation? Our Daqian border troops can't break through the obstruction of the vassal army, and the Xiyi clans are recklessly shooting arrows. By the time we rush over, at least half of them will be killed or injured."

"Let's not even talk about whether we can reach the Xiyi clan alive, and they are confronting us head-on without any retreat. Even if the Xiyi are so stupid, can we really win?" Jiang Lin looked at him with cold eyes, which made the civil servant tremble a little.

But he felt that he had said nothing wrong, nor did he clamor for a withdrawal; he was just arguing based on reason.

So he could only stand there and glance at the long knife in Jiang Lin's hand from time to time.

Jiang Lin stared at him for a moment, and then said: "I don't know whether the Western Barbarians are stupid or not, and I don't know how the Border Army will win, but I said, we will win this battle."

"But……"

The next second, the civil servant was kicked away by Jiang Lin, knocking over countless things. He vomited blood and fainted on the spot.

Jiang Lin said with a gloomy face: "Why are you talking so much nonsense!"

He didn't care what these civil servants thought. After all, he was not an emperor or a high-ranking official. He was just a blacksmith.

Knowing that Daqian will win, we cannot allow these civil servants to do whatever they want.

Not to mention that the current situation is very bad, even if it is very good, if they really take away all the logistical supplies, we will not be able to win the battle that can be won.

The saying goes, "Misfortunes sent by Heaven can be survived, but misfortunes brought upon oneself cannot be survived." This is the truth.

So Jiang Lin is very determined and strong.

The civil officials saw through his intention and knew that this blacksmith master was not just talking nonsense.

Anyone who dares to speak again will die!
They could only look at the battlefield ahead with gloomy faces and anger.

There were so many people that I couldn't see clearly what was in front of me.

But from the changes in the overall distance, we can roughly guess that it is almost impossible to win.

In fact, not to mention them, even Jiang Lin himself, seeing such a situation, could not understand how he could win this battle.

Jiang Lin couldn't help but look up at the sky, thinking, unless there is another giant body like that year that falls from the sky and smashes all the people of the Xiyi clan to death, there is only a chance of winning, right?

But the probability of that happening is so small that Jiang Lin only thought about it and didn't think it was feasible.

"Perhaps... the Daqian border troops have improved their overall level during the battle, as if possessed by the god of war?"

Jiang Lin thought so and looked down at the Sun-Chasing Bow in his hand.

I waited for so many days, but the best opportunity never came.

Because he may only have one chance to take action, if he fails to break more than a dozen divine bows at once, he will be noticed by the ancestors of the Western Yi.

Although the Supervisor Soldier's Holy Soldier Arrows are powerful, they may not be very effective against the twelve Western Yi ancestors.

Therefore, Jiang Lin would be very cautious about this arrow, and would rather not take action without the best opportunity.

In this way, the war continued for more than ten days.

The casualties on both sides exceeded two million.

Ma Ningyan was wounded in several places. Those Western Yi ancestors no longer killed ordinary soldiers.

All their attention is focused on high-end combat forces like Ma Ningyan.

The higher your cultivation and status, the more they will stare at you.

There are also some experts among the vassal army.

Although he was no match for Ma Ningyan, if he could delay her for just a few breaths, the arrows of the Western Yi ancestor would shoot at him.

The attack by the vassal army is not worth mentioning.

We have to guard against the arrows of the Western Yi ancestor.

This made Ma Ningyan very cautious in her actions, and she focused most of her energy on guarding against sneak attacks.

The same is true for Xu Wanqun and others. The battle formation can make them several times stronger than usual, but it is difficult for ordinary soldiers to break out of the siege of the vassal army.

If they rush out on their own, they will lose the support of the battle formation.

Faced with millions of Western Yi archers, no one dared to say that he could reach them alive.

After more than a month of fighting, both sides were exhausted, and many soldiers could not even lift their weapons.

I could only sit on the ground and gasp for breath.

Whoever recovers some strength first will immediately pick up the weapon and attack the enemy.

The knife is also very soft, and if you are lucky, you can kill someone with one blow.

If you are unlucky, you will have to wait for the next time.

And the next time may be in the next life.

On the contrary, the Xiyi clan hid in the rear and only shot arrows without charging.

They have sufficient logistics and have now begun to take turns to fight. They take the opportunity to rest their arms and replenish their arrows.

Shooting arrows continuously for more than a month would make even a master at the Divine Martial Realm exhausted.

The only ones who can continue to fight are the ninth level, peak level, and even the highest level of Daowu Realm.

And they also felt tired.

Ma Ningyan was covered in blood, and her pitch-black armor had already been dyed into dark brown.

Layer upon layer of blood clotted on the armor.

After being shattered by the strong energy, it formed again.

She stared at the twelve Western Yi ancestors, her eyes still sharp.

However, this sharp look made the twelve Western Yi ancestors look down on him.

Even in such a tense situation, they were still chatting and laughing.

"In this battle, Daqian will undoubtedly lose."

"The Daqian border troops are indeed very strong. Without these vassal troops, it would be difficult for my Xiyi clan to deal with them."

"If we can bring the Daqian Border Army under our command, our clan will be invincible. Who can stop us? Even the gods above the nine heavens will be wary of our clan!"

These Western Yi ancestors laughed and had already begun to consider how to gather the remaining Daqian soldiers after this battle and use them as their new vassal army.

As for a commander-in-chief like Ma Ningyan, he is indeed a genius, but he must die!
Her prestige was too high. If she didn't die, the Western Yi ancestor would not be able to rest in peace.

At this moment, the ground around began to shake slightly.

The Eighth Ancestor of the Western Yi Yi lightly exclaimed: "Is this the earth dragon turning over?"

But I heard the startled voice of another ancestor: "It's not the earth dragon turning over, it's the ancestral sacred mountain that collapsed!"

The other ancestors turned around one after another, and the scene before them shocked them.

I saw that the Arrow Mountain in our ancestral land had completely collapsed, and the dust it raised covered the sky.

"What's going on! What happened in the ancestral land?"

"Isn't the Seventh Ancestor in Arrow Mountain? Where are the others?"

As soon as they asked the two questions, they saw the wreckage of Arrow Mountain slowly floating in the air and gathering together.

Jiang Lin also looked over. Even though the distance was thousands of miles, he could still see countless rocks attracting each other and gathering together.

Gradually, it took the shape of a bow.

Even though he had witnessed countless strange scenes, the scene before him still shocked Jiang Lin.

The giant bow is nearly a thousand miles long, and you can see it clearly no matter where you are.

That is a bow made from the Arrow Mountain, the ancestral land of the Western Yi people. There is only one such bow in the world!
At this moment, Jiang Lin suddenly sensed a different aura.

His gaze moved downward, and he saw a faint light emanating from the millions of Western Yi archers.

These rays of light left the body and in an instant, condensed into a giant bow formed by thousands of miles of mountains and rivers.

Even the ancestor of the Western Yi was not surprised.

Jiang Lin followed the direction where the light appeared and saw a "line" appear that spanned thousands of miles.

The line was so bright that it seemed to have taken away all the light between heaven and earth.

No matter how vast the world is, there is only this line in everyone's vision.

Jiang Lin stared at the strange scene thousands of miles away and suddenly felt his scalp tingling.

"That...could it be a bow string?"

(End of this chapter)