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Seeing his brothers fall one by one, the pain in his heart was like a drop of blood. Suddenly, a strategy emerged in his mind, and he immediately shouted orders.
"Split into two wings! Prepare the crossbows! Prepare the crossbows!" The Xu Zhen's eyes turned blood red as his hundred-man cavalry, well-equipped and in good condition after the chaos, charged to the front. Gao He Shu quickly understood the Xu Zhen's tactics and divided the Rouran knights into two groups, charging out diagonally. After sheathing their swords, they began to unfasten their massive Yuanrong Crossbows!
"Hold your horses! Fire!"
With Gao He Shu's command, the left and right wings slowed down. This change happened too quickly; the Murong Clan cavalry sensed something was wrong but could not stop their momentum. Just as they were filled with dread, the sound of bowstrings being drawn echoed from both sides!
"Thud! Thud!"
The sound of iron arrows piercing through armor and flesh rang out continuously. The Murong Clan cavalry bore the brunt of it, and in a matter of breaths, a large number fell!
The Murong cavalry, eager to pursue their enemies, were only dozens of steps away from each other—this was the optimal killing range for crossbows! Their targets were still focused on the Salarian troops in the middle. As they unleashed a barrage of longbow fire, many Salarian soldiers fell from their horses, filling them with wild joy. However, as the Rouran cavalry split apart and slowed down, the flanks of the Murong Clan were exposed to them!
The iron arrows from the crossbows shot out like water splashed in a fan shape from the sides, not only within optimal killing range but also ensuring maximum lethality!
"Thud!"
Murong Xiao witnessed a cavalryman on his left being shot down by an iron arrow that pierced through half of his horse's head before entering his chest!
What a powerful crossbow! The Murong cavalry fell into chaos; those in front wanted to chase after the Salarian troops while dodging arrows, while those behind tried to rein in their horses. This led to disarray in their formation.
They crouched low on their horses to avoid arrows, but the projectiles came flying from both sides. Unless one had exceptional riding skills to hide beneath their horse's belly, there was no way to withstand such formidable arrows!
The cavalry had intended to wait for this wave of arrows to pass before launching a counterattack with their longbows against the enemies on either side, but they never got that chance!
Because the enemy's giant crossbows could fire continuously! With the constant sound of levers being pulled and triggers being squeezed, arrows flew furiously without any pause, and large numbers of Murong Clan cavalry fell as if they were being harvested like wheat!
Who would dare stay behind and wait for death when even their horses could be shot down by such powerful crossbows?!!!
Murong Xiao had already endured humiliation and hardship once, and his temperament had undergone a significant change. He was no longer as reckless as before; instead, he had become darker. When the Rouran People pulled the trigger for the seventh time, the Murong Cavalry finally fled in panic under Murong Xiao's command.
With both flanks sealed off by the Yuanrong Crossbows and a large force of Salarian blocking their front, they could only choose to retreat. However, as the charge abruptly halted, chaos ensued with horses and riders trampling each other. Coupled with the relentless fire from the crossbows, the disordered Murong Cavalry suffered countless casualties.
What they thought would be a victorious ambush to slaughter the enemy and rescue the Cavalry Captain turned into a shattered dream due to a hundred Yuanrong Crossbows. The Murong Clan's Barbarians experienced a nightmare of falling from grace, their fighting spirit extinguished. The death threat posed by the crossbows filled them with terror, leading everyone to scramble for retreat, resulting in utter disarray.
Seeing that the Murong Clan was already in chaos, the Salarian forces immediately transformed their rear into the front line, following closely to launch a counterattack. The Rouran crossbows acted like maggots on bones, mercilessly reaping enemy lives. Murong Xiao's heart bled as he led two to three hundred remnants in a desperate escape, while half of his cavalry was intercepted along the way, with corpses strewn across the ground and blood soaking into the yellow earth.
Xu Zhen led her cavalry in pursuit, claiming over a hundred enemy heads. The remaining forces of Murong Xiao were filled with dread and could only change direction northward, fleeing into desolate lands.
The Salarian initially thought this mission would result in total annihilation but did not expect the situation to turn around so quickly. Thanks to Son of Ahura's wisdom and the hundred giant crossbows of the Rouran People, they managed to reverse their fortunes.
The Rouran People retrieved their iron arrows while the Salarian finished off wounded Barbarians without blinking an eye! After accounting for losses and those slain in camp skirmishes, Xu Zhenbu had surprisingly killed over six hundred enemies!
However, under the impact of the ambush, more than two hundred Salarian soldiers died on the spot, and another hundred fell during the pursuit. Originally close to five hundred troops, nearly half had perished. Coupled with their injured comrades, their situation was dire, revealing to them the heavy price of freedom.
Fortunately, they ultimately achieved victory. Although enemy casualties were double that of their own, everyone felt heavy-hearted; there was no joy in winning, no cheers or satisfaction from looting spoils.
Because these spoils were bought with their brothers' lives!
This made them trust Xu Zhen even more. They were like gamblers who had invested most of their chips; it was hard to withdraw now. They kept thinking that in the end, they would win back everything they had lost!
However, this gamble was not against the Murong people but against their own fate. Yet beside them stood Son of Ahura's wisdom and divine favor!
Li Mingda did not hide in her tent. Although the scene of corpses everywhere was terrifying, she remained pale-faced as she helped treat injured clansmen. With Zhou Cang as her personal guard, she had no fear for her life; yet she witnessed slaughter and war—an immense shock to her spirit!
Throughout this journey filled with peril, she had experienced and seen too much. These freedom-seeking Salarian gave her profound feelings. Reflecting on her own experiences and her journey back to Chang'an, she no longer felt fear; instead, she became even more resilient!
Xu Zhen was busy directing the personnel to handle the aftermath and completely neglected her own injuries. After cleaning up the battlefield, she had to comfort the injured brothers. Fortunately, Gao He Shu and Zhou Cang along with other key members shared the responsibilities, ordering people to patrol and keep watch to prevent another attack from the Murong Clan, and they quickly set up a Camp for the night.
For the fallen brothers, Salarian held a cremation ceremony, sending their souls to the divine realm of Ahura. Although the funeral was simple, it was heart-wrenching, leaving a heavy silence that made one reluctant to speak.
The deceased were gone, and for the defeated members of the Murong Clan, Salarian also granted them the same cremation treatment, as if their deaths had taken away their sins and deserved such forgiveness.
After completing these tasks, everyone had a simple meal. The camp seemed to fall silent all at once; there were no more boisterous drinking and dancing, nor laughter or joy—only the cold autumn wind blowing through, unable to disperse the heavy sorrow that weighed on their hearts.
Finally able to relax, Xu Zhen received basic bandaging from Li Mingda. The young girl was startled because Xu Zhen had sustained injuries in seven or eight places all over her body. The wound on her thigh exposed ghastly white flesh, making it hard to look at.
However, despite feeling nauseous, this young girl endured it and, under Xu Zhen's guidance, used needle and thread to stitch up the wound.
Though she was used to a life of luxury, she had seen military doctors treat wounds back at Liangzhou Camp. For such severe injuries, they would use a red-hot iron to cauterize them before applying Healing Powder. Only minor wounds would be stitched up. She never expected that one day she would stain her hands with blood.
After tending to Xu Zhen's injuries, Li Mingda wanted to help others but was pulled by Xu Zhen to eat something instead. Exhausted beyond measure, she soon fell asleep in Xu Zhen's tent and quickly drifted into a deep slumber.
After bandaging her wounds, Xu Zhen could walk with difficulty. After thinking for a moment, she approached Caesar's tent.
Her temperament was quite fierce; although beautiful, she was regarded as venomous and had a rift with Salarian. Besides Xu Zhen, no one dared approach her tent.
After hesitating for a moment, Xu Zhen lifted the tent flap but quickly found a short blade pressed against her neck!
Caesar was busy tending to her own wounds, her upper body bare. Hearing footsteps, she hastily wrapped herself in a blanket. Knowing it was only Xu Zhen who dared come close, she felt that even so, Xu Zhen should not intrude upon her privacy like this!
Xu Zhen swallowed hard and quickly diverted her gaze from Caesar, but Caesar, filled with anger, sharply commanded: "Get out!"
Under normal circumstances, Xu Zhen would have obediently exited. However, given that Caesar already had an old injury on her arm and had been wounded again while blocking a spear for her sake, how could she leave?
Staring directly at Caesar, the Xu Zhen leaned her neck against the blade. After a soft sigh, she gently pressed against the edge of the knife, disarming Caesar.
Caesar looked at the Xu Zhen, feeling a mix of anger, shame, and grievance. Memories of how the Xu Zhen had treated her in recent days flooded back, and her eyes suddenly welled up with tears as she shrank into the blanket.
In the eyes of the Xu Zhen and everyone else, Caesar was a creature without tears. When had they ever seen this female assassin appear so fragile? Upon witnessing Caesar's tearful expression of grievance, the Xu Zhen felt an inexplicable pang in his heart.
He gritted his teeth, suppressing the urge to embrace Caesar tightly, and began to gently clean and treat her wounds. Caesar buried her head deeply, not making a sound even as the Xu Zhen stitched her wounds, fearing that any noise might expose the weakness she had hidden in her heart for years.
The night was deep and turbulent, filled with a sweet yet bloody scent mingled with Caesar's warm body fragrance. After the Xu Zhen finished bandaging her wounds, Caesar had already fallen asleep on his legs, sweetly drifting off.
She happened to be pressing against the wound on the Xu Zhen's thigh, causing blood to soak through the bandage and making him wince in pain. Yet he endured it, unwilling to wake Caesar, for he realized that this sleeping Caesar exuded such femininity.
This night would forever leave an indelible memory in the heart of the Xu Zhen. Just before dawn, when Caesar awoke from her sweet dreams, she found her red lips directly facing the Xu Zhen's prominent groin area. Meanwhile, the drowsy Xu Zhen had drooled onto Caesar's face!
As Caesar wiped away the sticky liquid from her face, she seemed to misunderstand something. Consequently, all the brothers in the camp heard their Son of Ahura wailing like a slaughtered pig as he was kicked out of the tent by Caesar!
When they saw blood staining the base of the Xu Zhen's thigh, they seemed to understand something. Their sympathetic gazes conveyed to each other that this woman was not to be trifled with; even their wise and great Son of Ahura had been taken down by this fierce lioness...
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