My Sims of the Eastern Jin Dynasty

Just as the Xianbei general's foul language was at its most rampant.

On the city wall, not at the main tower of the West Gate where Xiao Heng was, but behind a section of the crenellations on the south side, a sudden change occurred!

"Bang—Crack!"

A bowstring snapped with a sound ten times louder and faster than the previous recruit's, mixed with a slight cracking sound of wood or bamboo breaking, and suddenly exploded!

A black line tore through the brief yet seemingly endless hundred paces of air between the two sides, carrying a chilling shriek, and hurtling straight towards the Xianbei general who was still laughing wildly below the city walls at a speed almost imperceptible to the naked eye!

The general's laughter stopped abruptly. Before his smug expression could even turn to astonishment, a dark shadow flashed before his eyes, and a tremendous impact slammed into his face!

"Pfft!"

The arrow pierced his wide-open mouth with perfect accuracy, and the powerful force brought the iron arrowhead and half of the shaft out through the back of his head!

Fresh blood mixed with shattered teeth and bone fragments spurted out instantly!

His burly body swayed violently on the horse, then he fell heavily to the side like a half-chopped sack of grain, crashing to the ground with a thud, raising a small cloud of dust. His limbs twitched twice, and then he lay still.

Only his well-trained warhorse, startled, reared up and let out a long neigh. After landing, it did not run away, but instead lowered its head in confusion, touching its master's bloodied and still bleeding face with its nose and lips.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment, pinned down by that deadly arrow, deeply embedded in the earth, its tail feathers still trembling.

On and below the city walls, all the noise, laughter, anger, and tension vanished.

A deathly silence, more thorough and more chilling than the previous stalemate.

Of the three thousand Xianbei cavalry, those in the front ranks clearly saw how their general was killed by a single arrow, while those in the back ranks could also see the sudden chaos ahead and the figure that had fallen to the ground.

Shock, disbelief, followed by a surge of anger and a chilling realization!

They all looked up in unison, their eyes darting towards the city wall like wolves, searching for the murderer.

On the city wall, the defending soldiers were also dumbfounded.

The cheers didn't erupt immediately; most people were still in utter shock. Who? Who shot that? Such a brilliant shot, such courage?!

Xiao Heng turned his head sharply, his eyes flashing like lightning, and quickly searched for the source of the arrow's trajectory, following the lingering sound of the bowstring snapping.

He didn't need to search further; everyone's attention had already spontaneously focused on one spot.

On the south wall, a middle-aged officer was slowly putting down the large bow in his hand, which was already cracked on the back. He was Liu Dan, the leader of the crossbowmen.

At this moment, there was no excitement or lingering fear on his face, only a calm after completing a difficult task, and a trace of heartache for damaging his beloved bow and arrow.

He casually leaned the broken bow against the wall, then turned to Xiao Heng's direction, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and bowed slightly.

"It's Captain Liu!"

Han Yong was the first to react, both surprised and delighted, and let out a low growl.

Immediately afterwards, someone shouted, and the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly erupted!

"good!!!"

"Well done!!"

"Well done!!"

Deafening cheers, shouts, and the clanging of swords and spears striking shields and city bricks instantly swept across the entire Tanxian city wall!

The humiliation and suppressed fear he had just suffered were all transformed into ecstasy and boiling blood under this arrow!

The new recruits were flushed with excitement, while the veterans pounded their comrades' shoulders, their eyes filled with admiration as they looked at Liu Dan.

Xu Xianzhe also let out a long sigh of relief, loosened his clenched fist, and looked at Liu Dan with amazement in his eyes.

Xiao Heng's heart skipped a beat; he was astonished to find such a skilled archer in his own ranks.

This arrow, however, was earth-shattering, greatly boosting morale and severely dampening the enemy's fighting spirit.

Below the city, after a brief period of deathly silence and chaos, the Xianbei cavalry suddenly surged forward like an enraged swarm of bees!

The cavalry in the front ranks began to surge forward involuntarily, their warhorses kicking the ground restlessly. Spears were leveled again, and the horse archers drew their bows and nocked arrows. A fierce and vengeful aura swept over them, and a great battle seemed imminent!

"All troops on high alert—!"

Han Yong shouted at this moment, which brought the excited soldiers back to their positions.

Xiao Heng nodded to Liu Dan, who clasped his hands in greeting and returned to his seat.

His gaze once again fell upon the depths of the enemy ranks, beneath that special human flag.

The figure that had been silent seemed to move slightly.

At this moment, Deng Jing saw that Murong Yan, that fool, was still observing. He rode his conspicuous green horse, its head swaying slightly, its steps steady, as it slowly walked out from the formation.

Murong Yan watched from the side without saying a word to stop them, but stared at the city wall with a sinister look in his eyes.

The Xianbei cavalry in the front row reluctantly made way for each other.

Behind Deng Jing, about thirty Han Chinese riders, dressed in relatively neat armor, followed silently.

The small group made its way through the angry ranks and went straight to the corpse.

Deng Jing reined in his horse, and the green horse snorted and treaded restlessly on the blood-stained ground.

He lowered his head, his gaze calmly sweeping over the hideous face on the ground, then glancing up at the city wall.

Then, he moved.

The long iron spear in his hand was not pointed at the city wall. He simply raised it casually, and the end of the spearhead lightly slapped the hindquarters of the still bewildered warhorse beside him.

"Hiss—!"

The warhorse was startled and let out a long neigh. It reared up abruptly and then instinctively unleashed its wild instinct for survival!

Without further hesitation, it took off charging straight toward the city wall of Tanxian!

Its speed was astonishing, and its target was not the sturdy city gate or wall, but the moat formed by diverting the Shu River in front of the city wall!

Under the watchful eyes of thousands of people both on and below the city walls, the stray horse charged to the riverbank, and with a sudden burst of speed from its hind legs, leaped into the water!

Its lithe figure drew an arc in the air, splashing water and mud, and actually leaped across the river, which was more than two meters wide, landing heavily on the muddy ground on the opposite bank. It staggered forward a few steps before regaining its footing.

This leap seemed to have exhausted its strength and courage. It wandered aimlessly on the opposite bank, constantly looking back at its master's corpse and the dark mass of cavalry, letting out a mournful low neigh.

The combination of lightness and power not only showcases the excellent qualities of warhorses, but also implicitly demonstrates that the width of the moat is not an insurmountable barrier.

After doing all this, Deng Jing stopped looking at the horse, slowly raised his head, and fixed his gaze precisely on the west gate tower.

"Commander Xiao, how have you been?"

There was no mockery, no provocation; it was just like a casual greeting.

But on this tense battlefield, this calm greeting seemed more sinister than any curse.

On the city wall, the soldiers looked at each other with suspicion and uncertainty, glancing at the aloof young Qin general below, and then secretly glancing at their own supervisor.

Xiao Heng stood behind the battlements, his dark cloak fluttering slightly in the morning breeze.

He met Deng Jing's gaze, his face showing no emotion whatsoever.

But I was still a little surprised. No wonder the figure looked familiar.

However, Deng Jing's move inadvertently stabilized the Xianbei cavalry formation, which was on the verge of spiraling out of control.

After a brief silence, Xiao Heng suddenly clasped his hands in a fist salute, his voice clear and his tone very amiable.

"General Deng, it's been a while since we last met, but your charisma remains unchanged!"

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