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Standing at the Fortifications, Meng Wu had been closely monitoring the situation and loudly reminded the Crossbowmen inside the fortifications to provide maximum cover. He called out for the Archers in the camp to stay concealed, but the strong mountain winds made it difficult for his voice to carry far. Perhaps due to their intense focus, the Sniper Team that had gone out to provide support still lost a third of their personnel.
The mountain winds were unpredictable and inevitably affected the accuracy of projectile weapons. Occasionally, arrows blown off course lost their intended targets and instead landed in the snow, with only their white fletchings visible.
Among the Arson Team dispatched by the Qin Army, only Li Xin was armed. Seeing that both sides' Crossbowmen were busy suppressing each other, he signaled for the fire soldiers to crouch low. Squinting at the Zhao Army Soldiers charging out, he remained silent and, while drawing his bow, shouted, "Hit!"
Thirty meters! If I miss again, I might as well abandon my weapons and pursue a scholarly life!
The craftsmanship of the Li Family Heirloom's Rapid Fire was not just talk; when it truly mattered, it showcased the advantages of archery to perfection. As a Zhao Army Soldier wielding a Short Spear fell to the ground, the pressure on their side significantly decreased.
Can one person really unleash such Arrow Rain?
Meng Wu watched in awe, unable to contain his admiration as he stomped his feet and pounded his chest. This is true craftsmanship! A skill passed down from our ancestors! Just breaking through this thin layer of glass will allow you to witness what a miracle truly is!
"Good!" As the Qin Army camp was stunned by the magnificent archery display, cheers of genuine admiration erupted.
He completely missed Li Xin spitting on the ground, unconcerned about his personal image as he confirmed that the front was temporarily safe. He quickly turned back to urge the already dumbfounded Soldiers to continue advancing. What are you still standing there for?
Twenty-five meters! We've finally made it!
The assault team jumped into a snow pit and dragged in a comrade who had been shot with an arrow before starting to unfasten their bamboo tubes. Wasn't experiencing life and death in that moment exactly why they came here!?
Seeing that everyone was ready, Li Xin gestured: One! Two! Three! Throw!
The bamboo tubes filled with fuel were immediately tossed out, spinning through the air in a parabolic arc. Just as the tubes were about to fall, Li Xin suddenly revealed himself and shot an arrow with its tip sharpened toward the descending bamboo tube.
As the bamboo tube filled with kerosene was struck by a blunt object, cracks immediately formed, spilling the liquid onto the ground during its rotation. A strong smell of kerosene filled the Zhao Army camp, and many Soldiers were already splattered with oil.
The sun hung low in the west, causing the surrounding temperature to drop. The snow-covered ground began to freeze. The kerosene inside the bamboo tube did not seep into the snow but flowed down the smooth ice surface along the slope. At this moment, even a tiny spark could ignite it, leading to a hellish inferno.
Behind them was a warming campfire!
The Zhao Army watched in horror as streams of yellow liquid gathered, frantically grabbing snow to extinguish the flames. Those who had not been splashed with oil felt a sense of despair and jumped out of their fortifications, trying to escape down the mountain. As soon as they stepped away from the protective wall, they were immediately struck down by arrows shot by the Qin Army.
Was this an attempt to wipe them out completely!?
If they could eliminate the arsonists nearby, there was a chance for most of them to survive! The desperate Zhao Army Soldiers realized that their camp had turned into a death trap. They screamed and leaped out from behind the defenses, charging forward. They had forgotten about the arrows raining down on them, their bloodshot eyes focused solely on killing these few dangerous foes. Even if it meant mutual destruction, they were willing to pay that price.
No matter how fast the arrows flew, they could not withstand the sheer number of attackers. When Li Xin heard hurried footsteps approaching, he knew the enemy was coming for them. He dropped his bow and arrow and drew his sword as he leaped out from his hiding place.
Close-quarters combat erupted immediately, and the arson team hiding in the snow pits was surrounded by the Zhao Army. They had no weapons on hand! But there were still bamboo tubes! So they grabbed the kerosene-filled containers to block incoming blades and quickly retaliated in battle.
In such a situation, the supporting Archers could only do their best. As the fighting intensified, darkness suddenly fell. The dim night made it difficult for ranged fighters to distinguish friend from foe amidst the chaos. The covering Archers could no longer afford to hesitate; they drew their swords and charged forward.
The mingling cold and warm mist unexpectedly enveloped the snowy slope where close combat was taking place. Only occasional cries of battle and sounds of metal clashing could be heard until eventually, all fell silent.
Meng Wu gripped the railing tightly, staring intently at a certain direction within the white expanse. They were so close to success; could it be...
Just then, a burst of yellow light flickered through the low-hanging mist. As everyone speculated whether it was fire or not, suddenly a massive red flame shot up into the sky. The flames generated immense heat that instantly dispersed the surrounding mist, revealing many figures engulfed in smoke and fire screaming as they rolled down towards Shanxia. The agonizing cries echoed through the forest, making those who heard them feel as if they were in the depths of hell.
As a trail of fire ignited fiercely, the Defensive Formation painstakingly established by the Zhao Army was instantly consumed by flames. The heat melted away accumulated snow, turning all corpses into ash. With waves of nauseating dust from burning bones wafting through the air, the mist that had just dissipated returned to blanket the entire hillside once more. The fire occasionally flickered through the mist across from them, swaying like greedy demons dancing in delight.
Li Xin, along with the Eight Arsonists and the supporting Twenty-Four Archers, had completely vanished. A total of thirty-two people! Not a single one returned!
The Soldiers in the camp squinted as they searched everywhere, but they never saw any familiar figures appear. Just when everyone thought that the troops who had launched the surprise attack had perished in battle, several dark silhouettes suddenly emerged from the white mist.
There were survivors!
The camp's main gate was quickly opened, and the Soldiers rushed out to warmly welcome the heroes back. Seven figures, supporting each other, slowly walked out of the fog, only to be surrounded by everyone who embraced them tightly.
Their faces, blackened by smoke, did not detract from their appearance; instead, they displayed a resolute expression. When Meng Wu saw Li Xin, whose eyebrows had been burned off and face covered in soot, emerge from the crowd, a heart that had been hanging in suspense finally relaxed.
It's good that you're back!
Li Xin noticed Meng Wu standing at the camp's entrance and quickly walked over, bowing slightly as he said, "General Meng! I have fulfilled my mission! But... but..." Before he could finish his sentence, he collapsed into Meng Wu's arms.
"Surgeon! Surgeon! Quickly! He's covered in blood! Hurry and check! Where is he hurt? What!? What exactly is...?"
Hearing Meng Wu's anxious questions, Li Xin suddenly found a sense of reliance deep within him. The sound felt increasingly distant and blurred. Just as he tried to discern it carefully, he suddenly fell into an overwhelming darkness and lost all awareness of where he was.
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