Fantasy: After transmigrating, I effortlessly became a god.

Rumble…

The heavy iron gate slowly opened, and the drawbridge was gradually lowered by the stretching of the iron chains.

Bang.

The drawbridge was lowered, opening the passage from the city to the battlefield.

"Set off."

At Zhang Zhi's command, the Broken Mountain Dragon Cavalry surged forth from the city gates like a silver torrent, led by Zhang Zhi in perfect unison. Their armor gleamed in the sunlight, their silvery-white light like the descent of war gods, their imposing presence awe-inspiring and awe-inspiring.

Zheng Qian gave Zhao Long, Zhang Yi, and Ma Teng the following instructions: "The Xuanhu Army should retreat ten miles. If the Po Yue Long Cavalry dares to pursue, they should keep running and not engage in battle. If they retreat back, you should pursue them; if they fight back, you should run. In any case, you are not allowed to engage in battle."

"Yes," the three answered in unison, then stepped back to organize the soldiers to prepare for retreat.

On the battlefield, the catapult's second stone projectile was ready.

"emission."

With a resounding command from the order taker, the second burning stone projectile was launched.

boom……

The stone projectiles traced a thick arc of smoke across the sky before striking the top of the city wall.

By moving down just three meters, they could accurately hit Lü Jun.

"Protect the Emperor."

"Archers, fire!"

On the city wall, after Zhang Zhi left the city, his deputy marshal Zhou Zhu took over the task of protecting the emperor and immediately ordered the arrows to be fired.

whoosh...

A volley of arrows rained down, but landed thirty meters away from the catapult, failing to harm it in the slightest.

Lu Jun's eyes were cold as he stared intently at Zheng Qian in the distance. Zheng Qian didn't take him, the emperor, seriously at all, cursing and beating him without hesitation, which infuriated him.

"Go, kill him."

"It is Your Majesty." An old man dressed in black robes appeared behind Lü Jun at some point, answered Lü Jun, and then disappeared.

This person was none other than the Shadow Master, who protected Lü Jun at all times without anyone noticing.

Even a Shadow Master at the mid-stage of the Spirit Fusion Realm wouldn't dare face the existence of 50,000 Xuanhu Army soldiers alone. He planned to secretly kill Zheng Qian when the Broken Mountain Dragon Cavalry and the Xuanhu Army clashed.

The Shadow Guards are strong in direct combat and even stronger in assassination.

"Shameless!" Zhang Zhi cursed angrily. He had never seen such a shameless person. The 50,000-strong army neither challenged the generals nor attacked the city, but instead brought out a catapult to annoy them.

Zhang Zhi quickened his pace, urging the troops behind him to leave the city as soon as possible.

Even if the 70,000-strong army were on horseback, it would take them an hour to get out of the city.

On the city wall, ten soldiers pushed an imposing ten-bow crossbow up to the tower.

The ten-bow crossbow is a weapon of great pride for the Wuyan Kingdom. With its extremely long range and astonishing power, it has become a fearsome weapon on the battlefield.

Deputy Marshal Zhou Zhu took a two-meter-long arrow and steadily placed it in the arrow slot of the ten-bow crossbow.

Zhou Zhu took a deep breath, mobilizing all his strength. His face gradually flushed red, and veins bulged on his forehead and arms, as if every blood vessel was trembling in anticipation of the impending burst of power. Nearly ten thousand jin of strength is unimaginable for ordinary people, but Zhou Zhu wielded it with effortless ease.

As Zhou Zhu pulled the crossbow, the ten bows clicked and clacked, as if proclaiming their power and majesty. The bowstrings were slowly drawn back, each inch seemingly imbued with Zhou Zhu's entire will and strength. When the bowstrings were fully drawn, Zhou Zhu's eyes widened like a bull's, his gaze piercing through the air, precisely locking onto the target outside the city: the scaffolding of the catapult, ready to be launched.

This arrow was not only a blow to the enemy, but also a boost to the morale of the Wuyan Kingdom's soldiers.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, Zhou Zhu suddenly released the arrow. Like lightning, the arrow shot through the air, carrying the whistling wind and everyone's anticipation, heading straight for its target. At that moment, time seemed to stand still; everyone's gaze followed the arrow, piercing the city wall and flying into the distance.

whoosh...

The arrows pierced the sky, carrying Zhou Zhu's determination and courage, as well as the expectations and prayers of the Wuyan soldiers.

The arrow struck the catapult's frame precisely, producing a crisp, resounding impact. The base of the massive frame was instantly severed. The arrow continued its trajectory, embedding itself in the ground, leaving only its fletching visible above the surface.

The catapult was destroyed by Zhou Zhu's arrow.

The moment the catapult was destroyed, a deafening cheer erupted from the city wall.

This arrow not only successfully prevented the Xuanhu army from destroying the city walls, but also boosted the morale of the Yancheng defenders.

"General Zhou is mighty."

"They think they can conquer a city with just a catapult? Are the Xuanhu Army's brains filled with shit?"

"How much destructive power can a catapult have? Is the commander of the Xuanhu Army a joke?"

"Xuanhu Army, go back to the mountains and play in the mud."

The defending soldiers were in an uproar. The Xuanhu Army had initially put a lot of pressure on them, but now it had become a joke.

Is this the kind of siege force you see in children playing house?

Amidst the jeers of the defenders, Zheng Qian walked to the catapult, pushed the massive boulder weighing over 10,000 jin (approximately 5,000 kg) on ​​the launcher to ensure it was securely in place, and then personally lit it.

With a thud, Zheng Qian firmly grasped the broken catapult frame with his left hand, and then unleashed a force of 40,000 jin.

squeak……

The catapult frame made a sound, and then a blood-red glint flashed in Zheng Qian's eyes. His blood and spiritual energy surged wildly, and his feet, which were planted on the ground, slowly retreated under the weight of ten thousand pounds, taut out the catapult frame.

"No way, he actually managed to hold onto the catapult frame with one hand?"

"My God, how much power must that be?"

"Holy crap, is he even human?"

"Impossible, how could one person be so strong?"

The soldiers defending the city were stunned. They never imagined that Zheng Qian would have such strength, able to hold up the broken catapult frame, which was capable of lifting and launching over 10,000-pound stones.

Zhou Zhu stared at Zheng Qian in disbelief. He was only a little over 9,000 jin strong, and drawing ten crossbow bolts was his limit. He never expected that Zheng Qian was dozens of times stronger than him and had managed to hold the catapult's frame.

Zhao Long and the Xuanhu Army were both stunned by Zheng Qian's actions. Just how powerful must he be?

Commander, is this the reincarnation of the God of Strength?

Zhang Zhi, mounted on his warhorse, stared at Zheng Qian in terror. He was a mid-stage expert in the Spirit Fusion Realm, possessing a strength of 13,000 jin, but he knew that even three of him couldn't hold back the catapult's frame.

For the first time, Zhang Zhi felt a sense of being out of control during this war.

When a person's strength is strong enough, it cannot be compensated for by the number of soldiers.

The Shadow Master moved swiftly through the darkness like a ghost. When he saw Zheng Qian's power, he stopped and dared not lunge forward. His desire to assassinate Zheng Qian grew even stronger.

This person is too strong; we must not confront him head-on. We must find an opportunity to strike and kill him in one blow.

Zheng Qian's face was flushed. The force transmitted from the catapult's frame made it difficult to hold on with one hand, so he had to hold it with both hands.

Supernatural power, locked on.

Zheng Qian activated his supernatural power. His body seemed to be controlled by a magical force, forcibly changing his movements and the orientation of his skeletal structure, and then he shouted.

"emission."

Upon hearing Zheng Qian's command, the projectile operator raised his broadsword and swiftly severed the rope holding the launcher.

The catapult roared, and Zheng Qian was jolted by the rebound force, causing him excruciating pain all over his body. The catapult also launched the stone projectiles.

whoosh...

Lu Jun sat on the city wall, his mind in turmoil, as if he were being stared at by a ferocious beast and would die at any moment.

Suddenly, Lü Jun felt the world go dark, and only the huge, burning stone bullet was flying towards him.