Genshin Impact: Rise of the Desert

Outside Yilongbu City, Hezhong and Nogai led their troops to the entrance of the city.

The sheer number of people made a noise that could not be drowned out. A large number of militiamen had already gathered outside the city, standing behind the barricades, armed with weapons hastily made by blacksmiths.

No one was wearing armor.

With his right arm gone, Nogai held a scimitar in his left hand, pointed at the militia ahead, and laughed at the river: "Look, these naive guys are trying to stop us with barricades."

He Zhong drew his curved sword from its sheath and raised it: "Huo'er Chi, get ready!"

"Click——"

"Click——"

"Om-"

The sounds of bows being drawn and nocked were incessant, along with the humming of gilded warriors transforming arrows into wind elements.

"put!"

As the curved sword fell from the river, arrows rained down on the militia.

"Ahhhhhh!"

"Ah! Mom! I want to go home! Ah!"

"Despicable desert man!"

The militiamen screamed incessantly; it's worth noting that the intense pain from being struck by arrows can render a person speechless. Those who screamed were cowards who had instantly collapsed and fled.

He Zhong's expression remained unchanged as he raised the curved sword in his hand once more.

"Click——"

"Click——"

"Om-"

"put!"

One by one, the militiamen were struck by arrows. Because their bodies were unarmored, the arrows easily pierced their abdomens or throats. Even if the arrows hit their chests, the arrows would become lodged in the bones and render them unable to fight for a while.

A young boy dressed in a traditional Chinese jacket, holding a one-handed sword forged by a blacksmith, stood behind a barricade. He was struck in the chest by an arrow imbued with immense force. The untrained boy, in excruciating pain, involuntarily released his grip on the sword and was slammed to the ground by the powerful impact.

The boy reached out and grabbed the arrow, trying to pull it out, but the barbed arrow got stuck in his sternum and he couldn't pull it out without help.

"Ugh... Help me..." The boy stared wide-eyed, too pained to speak loudly, and looked around for help in a very soft voice, but what he saw was a living hell.

Arrows pierced through the gaps in the barricades, felling countless people. They, like the boy, were also hit by the arrows. When the few who were not hit tried to help, a series of wind element arrows struck the barricades.

The boy breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the elemental attack did not hit anyone else. However, what puzzled him was why none of the wind elements hit anyone.

Without thinking, the boy saw a middle-aged man with a pierced shinbone extend his leg in front of him. The boy glanced at the man, who was covered in cold sweat, gritted his teeth, and was about to break the arrow from his leg!

at this time!

Those who were still intact near the barricades involuntarily fell down and were then dragged along by some inexplicable force.

The Wind Hunter's wind elemental arrows can create small wind fields that drag objects to the center of the field, making them extremely effective in organized armies!

During the beach landing, the Wind Hunter used this small wind field to make the front-line soldiers of the Thousand Rock Army fall down, allowing the Desert Army cavalry to charge at full speed.

This time, the Wind Hunter's small wind field dragged the militia onto the barricades, making the already chaotic militia even more chaotic.

The arrows did not stop. Ordinary arrows flew over the barricades and shot at the crowd behind them, while wind elemental arrows shot at the barricades in large numbers.

A small wind field cannot drag too many people, but when arrows of wind element are shot into the wind field, the infusion of wind element expands the wind field, and the dragging distance and speed also increase.

The boy was dragged to the middle of the barricade and got stuck inside. There were many others like him, and these were the ones suffering the most on the battlefield.

More and more people were stuck. Some were pushed out of the barricades by the newcomers behind them and came to the front, where they were met with new wind element arrows.

These people were struck by wind elemental arrows, their bodies instantly torn apart, leaving behind new wind fields. These wind fields, combined with the existing wind fields on the barricades, dragged the people within them.

In this bizarre situation, the barricades filled with people actually started to move. The reason was that there was a strong wind nearby, and the people were constantly being dragged, which moved the barricades.

The boy, dragged into the barricade, had his abdomen near the side of the middle-aged man's calf as he pleaded for help. Unsurprisingly, the arrow stuck in the middle-aged man's leg ripped open the boy's abdomen, and the middle-aged man kept moving around for some reason.

The boy's head was being squeezed by several people, whose upper bodies were sticking out of the barricades, allowing them to see directly into the desert outside.

"Hmph—Ahhh—"

With a scream, the boy's vision suddenly cleared.

What came into view was a large group of people whose upper bodies had been violently torn off by the wind element, spinning and flying towards the nearby wind field, while all around him were people who had been [cut in half at the waist].

The middle-aged man's legs were now immobile, because they had gone directly into the boy's abdomen.

Severely injured, the boy's strength was completely exhausted by his wounds. He closed his eyes and awaited death.

He clearly felt the corpses around him that had been cut in half at the waist being dragged away by the wind elements from other wind fields. He didn't know which of his internal organs was taken away when the wind pulled the old man's leg away. All he knew was that he was no longer in pain.

After an unknown amount of time, the boy only felt people or corpses around him leaving and then coming in. When they left, the boy felt a pain as if his body was being scraped by wind elements, as if many small knives were cutting him. Only when newcomers squeezed in could he avoid the wind elements.

The boy unknowingly began to hope that others would come and squeeze in together so that he wouldn't have to suffer that kind of pain.

Gradually, the sounds of arrows piercing the air, the screams of the crowd, and the dragging of the wind disappeared.

The boy forced his eyes open: "Did we win...?"

What came into view was a halberd-wielding warrior smiling at him, before piercing his face with a single blow and taking his life.

In the hazy light, the boy heard two voices.

"Chief, the people inside the barricades have all been cleared out."

"Move aside the barricades and advance!"

The boy suddenly felt no pain and was very energetic, but he just wanted to sleep.

He dreamt that before he set off, his mother cried and begged him not to become a militiaman, but his classmates at school spoke righteously about protecting their country.

Moreover, news came that his father had followed General Zhou and Chen on a campaign and that the entire army had been wiped out.

He wants revenge!

The boy joined the militia training, only to find it was far from simple; he had to practice ordinary thrusting and slashing hundreds of times a day. The one-handed sword, which he had initially thought was quite suitable, suddenly felt as heavy as a house.

Just before the battle began, the boy saw a tide of desert cavalry approaching, and many people around him were trembling.

Horses that looked rather silly on the street suddenly looked so imposing when ridden. If they all charged at us at once, would the barricades be of any use?

Would you die if you got hit?

He looked around and saw his militia instructor—a retired Qianyan Army soldier.

The boy leaned closer and asked, "Sir, can we win against an opponent like this?"

The officer remained silent for a moment, not looking at him, but his trembling body seemed to be answering the boy with all his might.

"It will win."

....................

The cavalry galloped across the road, hacking and slashing at every living person with a weapon in sight.

Rahman's gilded brigade, organized in units of ten households, roamed the streets and alleys, engaging in one-on-one battles with the militiamen lying in ambush.

Under the attack of the gilded warriors and mercenaries who had been living on the edge for years, the ambushing militia quickly collapsed, and most of them were captured.

It wasn't until Rahman broke into a merchant's house and ransacked the place that he found nothing.

"Sir, sir, we really have no money left! These damned militiamen used all my family's wealth to fund the army!"

The obese merchant complained to Rahman, which greatly annoyed Rahman: "Stop talking nonsense! I've seen you four times in the Thousand Ravines Sands and Fuluoyou. There's no way you're broke. Where are you hiding your money?"

Seeing this, Dixia quickly went over to smooth things over, but accidentally, the iron handguard scraped the wooden pillar, and Mora mixed with gold and gems flowed out like water.

The scene was deathly silent.

Two or three seconds later, a series of angry curses echoed throughout the house.

"Fuck your mother, you're so old and you still say you have no money?"

"Are those Liyue people out of their minds? They're carrying a broken sword and don't even have armor, all to protect this fat, big-eared guy?"

"You son of a bitch, brothers! Stuff him into a cowhide bag and throw him out into the sun at noon tomorrow!"

"The money you hid made the Liyue soldiers who died at my hands a complete joke."