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In the midst of the military formation, Zhao Kuo watched helplessly as the charge was once again suppressed. He was puzzled until he noticed that the Flag Soldiers behind him had fallen from their horses, struck by arrows, and there were no Zhao Soldiers left to rely on.
Initially concerned about the power of the Qin State's Crossbows, Zhao Kuo had clearly instructed the generals to leave only the Main General Flag for the final battle. As for the conspicuous tail feather above his head, it was best not to have it.
The Soldiers relied on the symbols above their Generals' heads to identify their positions and attack directions. When the generals questioned this suggestion from the Grand Commander, Zhao Kuo explained that it was a necessary measure. They had all witnessed the precision strikes of the Qin Army's Arrow Formation during their previous breakout.
Faced with a large-scale assault from the Zhao Army, the Qin Army focused more on targeting the commanding general. The bodies of generals who had been shot with dozens of arrows were often what the Soldiers fought desperately to retrieve. Compared to the injured Soldiers returning, this answer was all too clear.
Moreover, they still had their respective Main General Flags.
As Zhao Kuo realized that his Great Banner was about to topple, he felt as if his heart was pierced by a thousand arrows. He turned and grasped the battle flag tightly in his hand. Seeing the Zhao Soldiers beginning to retreat, he understood that the Qin Army intended to create distance to disengage from their Arrow Formation.
Realizing the dire situation, Zhao Kuo raised his battle flag high and shouted, "The dead are gone! Only the living remain to fight! Advance or die! Charge!"
The Zhao Soldiers, unable to withstand the counterattack, did not grasp the Qin Army's tactical intentions but could clearly see their Grand Commander trapped alone within the Qin Army's formation. At that moment, seeing their battle flag riddled with arrows fluttering in the wind reignited their lost determination. Withstanding the fierce assault from the Qin Army, they let out one final roar and forged a path for a breakout with their bodies.
On a hillside, Luzi observed as Zhao Army Archers were systematically eliminated and noticed that all of his generals had removed their tail feathers. He immediately decided to return the favor and ordered his Soldiers to search through the chaos for any Zhao Generals to kill.
How could they possibly identify which one was a Zhao general? When someone raised this question, Luzi pointed at the Zhao Army flag amidst the chaos and told them that anyone holding a flag counted!
Finding out who among them was a general amidst such chaotic fighting seemed challenging. After all, without the guidance of tail feathers on helmets, even allies could be hard to distinguish. However, shooting at a Standard Bearer would be much clearer! The Crossbowmen quickly loosed their arrows indiscriminately while coordinating with the Qin Army's subsequent counterattack against the Zhao Army.
As Luzi watched from afar, seeing that control over the Defensive Formation was once again in Qin Army hands, he had no time to feel triumphant before noticing a Main General Flag of the Zhao Army suddenly raised within his own ranks. After observing for some time, he still could not discern who that Standard Bearer was.
It is no wonder that Luzi cannot see clearly at this moment; Zhao Kuo, who always prefers cleanliness, is now covered in dark purple. It is unclear whose blood has splattered on him, or if he himself has been injured.
Regardless of who the Standard Bearer is, those holding the flag cannot be spared!
The Qin Army Crossbowmen do not need anyone's orders; dozens of crossbows are aimed simultaneously at the designated target. However, just as they are about to fire, a sudden gust of wind sweeps in, leaving the nearly shot bolts resting on the crossbows.
The distance is already considerable, and ignoring the sudden strong wind could result in friendly fire.
Luzi has experienced the mishap of the Divine Archer General Li Family's descendant due to unpredictable mountain winds. Squinting at the Standard Bearer, who is once again protected by Zhao Soldiers, he finds himself at a loss. The great opportunity flashes by in an instant, leaving him no time even to curse.
"Ah! That's Zhao Kuo!"
As someone among the Soldiers realizes the truth and exclaims, Luzi has already confirmed the identity of the Standard Bearer clinging to the battle flag. However, pondering this now is futile; he can only sigh in frustration at the Wind Witch.
The Zhao Army's renewed charge does not succeed in breaking through despite divine assistance. As they retreat, the Qin Army's Arrow Formation begins to disengage and reform.
Following their long-term training, the Qin Cavalry quickly abandons close combat with the Zhao Army upon noticing that the Arrow Formation is assembling. They move sideways while engaging in combat, using the cover provided by flying arrows to thoroughly separate from the Zhao Army.
This organized retreat is not obvious amidst the chaos of battle; both sides are fighting desperately. A moment's carelessness could lead to disaster, and who has the leisure to look around? Yet there are individuals who enjoy observing everything around them, including Horse Armor General Zhao Kuo.
Just as the Qin Army methodically covers each other while moving towards both flanks of the Arrow Formation, Zhao Kuo takes a moment to catch his breath after handing over the Main General Flag to his Soldiers. He is unaware that he nearly fell victim to a hail of arrows moments ago and does not realize that it was that gust of wind that saved him. Just earlier, that wind almost knocked down the battle flag he was holding.
As Zhao Kuo rests and watches his advancing Zhao Army reclaiming territory from the Qin Army's Defensive Formation, he suddenly realizes that this assault has been too easy. Not daring to let his guard down, he hurriedly looks for reasons behind this ease but sees nothing unusual after searching for a while. In his view, only when Zhao and Qin forces are locked in combat can there be any semblance of safety.
No matter how strong a person's stamina is, there is always a limit, and when exhaustion sets in, recovery is necessary. Zhao Kuo, after a fierce charge earlier, had long lost count of how many Qin Generals he had killed or how many Qin Soldiers he had injured. He grabbed a water pouch and took several big gulps, only to suddenly notice that his army was charging in two directions.
Zhao Kuo was momentarily stunned, dropped the water pouch, and spurred his horse forward to see what was happening. At that moment, the familiar sound of the Qin crossbow's muffled thunder echoed again. As casualties began to mount in front of him, he suddenly realized the severity of the situation.
"Relay my orders! Divide our forces into two groups to move left and right from the center! Do not seek to kill! We must hold onto the retreating Qin Army! Hurry!"
The timely command was quickly understood by the Zhao Army, who were suffering under the Arrow Rain, as they desperately followed the Qin Army's flanks. The rear troops, reacting more slowly, were not as fortunate as the front lines; they suddenly found themselves within the firing range of the Qin Army's Arrow Formation and were shot down one after another. The Standard Bearer, holding high the battle flag, drew attention from the Arrow Formation and was struck by dozens of arrows before finally being brought down.
The powerful penetrating force of the Triangular Arrowhead showed no mercy to Zhao Soldiers seeking cover from the Arrow Rain; it pierced through objects used for shelter and then through the bodies hiding behind them. The slaughter had become a grim reality where mere bravery could not guarantee survival; once strong convictions were shattered in an instant. As those fortunate enough to evade the Arrow Rain attempted to flee backward, they were immediately pinned to the now red-black soil by incoming arrows...
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