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Seeing his enemies fall like wheat without losing a single soldier, Yin Qian seized the command flag and waved it fiercely, shouting, "Fire!"
Arrows rained down from the city walls like a dark cloud, striking the enemy forces outside. Hei Hu and his men gasped in shock; such a method of warfare was unheard of. In an instant, thousands had fallen. The soldiers of Black Tiger Camp, who had been charging forward just moments ago, were left stunned by the sudden turn of events, unable to react before the second and third waves of arrows descended upon them.
"Yin Qian, you old fool! You’re playing dirty! You... you despicable scoundrel!" Hei Hu shouted at Yin Qian standing atop the city wall.
"Haha! Old Man has never seen someone as shameless as you! You raided my territory, leaving rivers of blood in your wake, and now you dare accuse me of playing dirty? In terms of shamelessness, Old Man is far from your level!" Yin Qian laughed heartily at Hei Hu's words. His laughter was complex; he found humor in Hei Hu's sudden loss of half his forces while feeling anger at the slaughter of tens of thousands from his own side, who had been treated like tamed Demon Beasts. As they spoke, the remaining soldiers capable of movement had retreated to their camp, and Yin Qian refrained from ordering another volley since the primary objective had already been achieved.
"Bring the mounts! All commanders follow me out of the city to claim Hei Hu's head!" Clearly, Yin Qian did not intend to let Black Tiger Camp off easily. With their forces nearly halved and morale shaken, while his own troops were emboldened, it was an opportune moment to strike again. Yin Qian understood that although his subordinates were soldiers and generals, they had never experienced such warfare before; even he had not faced anything like it. However, with his keen perception, he knew this was just the beginning and that many similar battles lay ahead. Thus, this was both revenge and training for his troops.
The city gates swung wide open as Yin Qian mounted his Demon Beast and led the charge out of the city, followed closely by the commanders of the nine battalions and their soldiers.
"Big Brother, what formation is that old man Yin Qian using?" The second-in-command of Black Tiger Mountain looked puzzled at the arrangement on Yin Qian's side.
Behind Yin Qian and his commanders were heavily armored soldiers wielding iron shields in one hand and long swords in the other. Behind them stood soldiers with long spears that were longer than those typically used by warriors and featured forked tips. Further back were lightly armored troops holding small shields and swords. Finally, there were the iron crossbows that had caused such heavy losses to Black Tiger Camp.
"Hmph! What does it matter? As long as that old fool Yin Qian dares to come out, we’ll make sure he doesn’t return! Brothers! That old man has brought his head right to us; should we take it?" Hei Hu snorted coldly before shouting loudly.
"Yes!" The men of Black Tiger Camp were originally mountain bandits; while they may not have killed indiscriminately, their hands were stained with blood. They excelled in close combat on the ground. Moreover, many among them rode Demon Beasts, making them fearless in a charge. Although they had suffered heavy losses earlier and their morale had dipped due to being attacked from above, now that their enemies no longer held that advantage, their spirits rallied once more.
Yin Qian halted his troops about a mile away from Black Tiger Camp. "You little black dog, stop barking! Today Old Man will use your blood to honor my fallen brothers from Red and White Post right here under Yinzhou City!"
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