Four Seas Cloud Moon

The enemy had just fled the range of the attack in a panic, and before he could even catch his breath, a powerful crossbow bolt came hurtling towards him like lightning, instantly turning him into a string of candied haws. This was the power of Ziying's meticulously arranged crossbow formation, a truly terrifying sight.

At this moment, the enemy was trapped in a desperate situation, with no escape route. Seeing the situation was dire, Qian Feihu decisively ordered a withdrawal, then led his troops, galloping towards the city like a wild horse. However, while he ran at a breakneck speed, how could the soldiers following him escape?

In an instant, an overwhelming hail of arrows descended relentlessly upon the enemy like an impenetrable net. These arrows were so dense and dense, like a swarm of locusts, that it was impossible to evade them. Although some soldiers raised their shields in an attempt to block the attack, they were useless against the formidable force of the crossbows.

Qian Feihu was filled with regret, wishing he could turn back time. If he had known he would face such a tragic situation, he would never have rushed out of the city to fight. Unfortunately, it was too late to regret now. Qian Duoduo, watching the battle from the city wall, was extremely anxious, stamping his feet repeatedly as he watched Qian Feihu get closer and closer to the city gate.

When the enemy finally escaped the range of the bows and arrows, they found that they were still unable to escape the fierce attack of the crossbow carts. The crossbow arrows fired by the crossbow carts were extremely powerful and had strong penetrating power. Each crossbow arrow seemed to contain a force of thousands of pounds, enough to easily penetrate the enemy's armor and body.

At this moment, the archers, who had been neatly arrayed, began to retreat rapidly to the sides, leaving a wide passage. Ziying, spear in hand, charged out at the head of the charge, followed closely by ten thousand elite troops borrowed from Hancheng. Their morale was high, their cries of battle reverberating like a surging torrent, sweeping straight into the city.

Seeing this, Han Cheng showed no sign of weakness. He immediately brandished his broadsword and led his troops into the battle, bravely killing the enemy. For a moment, the battlefield was filled with flying dust, shouts of killing, and the sounds of weapons clashing.

Han Cheng and Ziying rode side by side, their speed as fast as two flashes of lightning. Meanwhile, Qian Feihu led the remnants of his defeated army into the city. After a fierce battle, fewer than 10,000 soldiers and horses had escaped.

Qian Feihu made a decisive move and ordered the city gates to be closed, completely ignoring the soldiers who had not yet entered the city. With his order, the huge and heavy city gates slowly began to close, making a creaking sound.

The crossbow carts outside the city also stopped firing, but the dense swarm of arrows continued to whiz through the air. The city gate was right in front of him, and the distance was getting closer and closer. However, for Han Cheng, every second seemed particularly long. He was anxious, afraid that the city gate would close completely before he could rush to it, blocking him out.

Looking back at Ziying, he looked relaxed, not a trace of nervousness. Suddenly, a few sharp whooshing sounds rang out, signaling the cavalry behind him to begin their movement. These cavalrymen were armed with a weapon called a repeating crossbow, which could fire multiple arrows in succession.

In an instant, countless sharp arrows rained down on the city gate like raindrops. Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh! With screams, the enemies fell to the ground one after another. Although the enemy desperately tried to close the city gate, it could not be closed under the fierce fire.

Finally, Ziying and Han Cheng led the cavalry into the city. Wielding their gleaming weapons, they slaughtered and hacked away at anyone they encountered, showing no mercy. For a moment, blood splattered everywhere, and the cries of killing were deafening.

It's worth noting that each of these 10,000 cavalrymen was equipped with ten crossbows. Even before the battle began, Ziying issued strict orders: once they stormed the city, everyone was to fire all their crossbows. Anyone who failed to do so would face severe military punishment upon their return.

The ten thousand cavalrymen poured into the city like a tide, showing no sign of stopping or fighting. They gripped their crossbows tightly, their gazes cold and focused. The sound of bowstrings creaked continuously, and a dense rain of crossbow arrows descended upon the enemy like a swarm of locusts. The pitiful enemy, who had barely entered the city and had no time to react, were instantly enveloped by this fierce hail of arrows. With nowhere to escape, they fell to the ground screaming and dying, without even a chance to flee.

At the same time, Qian Feihu's eyes were wide open, staring at Han Cheng and Ziying. His eyes seemed to be burning with rage, and he wished he could immediately cut the two men into pieces, rip open their stomachs, and dig out their hearts and livers to relieve the hatred in his heart!

Ziying fearlessly charged towards Qian Feihu, his speed as fast as lightning. Han Cheng, standing by, saw this and shouted, "General Ziying, be careful! This thief is highly skilled in martial arts, don't underestimate him!" However, Ziying seemed oblivious to the warning and charged straight towards Qian Feihu without slowing down.

Seeing Ziying's selfless devotion, Han Cheng was horrified, fearing he might make a mistake. After all, the victory in capturing the city depended entirely on Ziying. If he met with misfortune, the consequences would be unimaginable. So, Han Cheng gritted his teeth and rushed forward, determined to protect General Ziying at all costs.

Just as Ziying and Qian Feihu were about to engage in close combat, both men simultaneously unleashed their signature moves—death blows! For a moment, swords flashed and shadows crisscrossed, fists and palms roared with might. Every move was unforgiving, aiming directly at the opponent's vital points, without the slightest hint of reservation or probing. This life-or-death struggle filled everyone present with a chilling fear.

Han Cheng, who had been about to step forward to assist Ziying, was abruptly stopped dead in his tracks upon witnessing the intense fighting. He stared in disbelief at the familiar yet unfamiliar figure before him. Was this agile figure, this sharp move, really Ziying? How could Ziying's martial arts skills have improved so much in just such a short time?

In a flash, Ziying and Qian Feihu had already engaged in a fierce battle of dozens of rounds. Qian Feihu was beginning to show signs of fatigue, his offensive power fading slightly. Meanwhile, Ziying, having undergone a meridian cleansing and marrow cleansing, had greatly increased his power, and his martial arts skills had advanced by leaps and bounds. Furthermore, Lu Xiaotian had generously gifted him a complete set of exquisite spear and sword techniques!