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Chapter 175: The Battle of Xuanling Pass (Part Four)
At a distance of over one hundred meters, unless one is a professional, no one can guarantee a hundred percent accuracy with a bow and arrow. This is not merely a matter of strength or preparation; once the arrow is released, it travels through the air and is susceptible to external wind forces. Even the so-called sharpshooters in the army must first gauge the direction of the wind before drawing their bows.
But what about Ye Huan? At a distance of one hundred meters, he didn't even pause for a moment before effortlessly killing Yamamoto Ichiki on the city wall beyond that range, shattering half of his skull. In the eyes of the regular soldiers from Japan, Ye Huan instantly became a supernatural being. They were so stunned that they forgot to draw their own bows, watching in disbelief as Ye Huan turned and vanished beyond the maximum range their arrows could reach.
Once he was out of the enemy's attack range and back beside the Type 99 main battle tank, Ye Huan let out a sigh of relief. While others regarded him as a ghostly figure, he was acutely aware of his situation. With twenty thousand soldiers simultaneously firing arrows, even if he was invulnerable, it was only a matter of time before their well-prepared shots would pierce his defenses and kill him on the spot. Thus, when he heard Yamamoto Ichiki's taunt from Xuanling Pass, he chose to strike first.
As it turned out, Ye Huan had made the right call. After killing Yamamoto Ichiki, the morale of the Eastern Soldiers at Xuanling Pass took a significant hit. Remarkably, Ye Huan returned unscathed to a position five hundred meters outside Xuanling Pass—something even he hadn't anticipated.
However, just because the ninjas from Japan were courteous to Ye Huan did not mean he would reciprocate. Upon returning to his tank, Ye Huan issued a command to the members of Dragon Hall: bombard Xuanling Pass until every last shell was fired.
"Young Master, are you serious? If we use up all our shells, won't Xuanling Pass be reduced to ruins?"
Yang Guangyao's surprised inquiry came through the headset. It was clear he was worried that Xuanling Pass couldn't withstand the bombardment from over a hundred Type 99 main battle tanks. But did Ye Huan not understand this? The reason for his order was precisely to consider the lives of Dragon Hall's members. After hesitating for a moment, Ye Huan responded directly:
"Yang Guangyao, it's simple to save Xuanling Pass. If you can guarantee that you won't rely on the power of the Type 99 main battle tanks and can capture Xuanling Pass by yourself, then I will retract my previous order..."
Ye Huan's words echoed through the military Bluetooth headsets, reaching every member of Dragon Hall. They all questioned themselves, none of them having the confidence to seize Xuanling Pass without relying on the Type 99 main battle tank. In the tank where Yang Guangyao was stationed, he was the first to unleash a roar of cannon fire. A shell accurately struck Xuanling Pass, causing the already shaken walls, which had endured a round of bombardment, to tremble even more violently.
With the first shot fired, a second quickly followed. As Yang Guangyao's tank opened fire, the remaining members of Dragon Hall simultaneously pressed their buttons to launch their shells. The thunderous sound of artillery erupted as hundreds of shells hurtled toward Xuanling Pass. At that moment, Yang Guangyao’s tank refused to be outdone; after a brief reloading period, it fired again.
On the battlefield, it was a matter of life or death. If Xuanling Pass were destroyed, it could be rebuilt at any time; but if lives were lost, there would be nothing left. Understanding this truth through Ye Huan's words, the members of Dragon Hall continued to load shells one after another, launching successive attacks on the city walls of Xuanling. After several rounds of bombardment, the entire three-thousand-meter-long wall finally began to collapse. Many Eastern Soldiers barely had time to flee; they were first caught in the explosion and then crushed by the falling walls. In just these two waves of destruction, nearly ten thousand of the twenty thousand Eastern Soldiers stationed at Xuanling Pass perished, not to mention the countless injuries and disabilities.
The rumbling sounds of collapse filled the air as dust clouds rose within five hundred meters of Ye Huan and his companions, completely obstructing their view. It was at this moment that Ye Huan suddenly felt the ground beneath him trembling slightly.
Initially, Ye Huan thought it was the ground shaking due to the collapse of Xuanling Pass. However, as the dust began to settle, he was astonished to see a large number of soldiers surging out from within Xuanling Pass. Leading them was a contingent of heavy cavalry, numbering around a thousand, all wielding long spears and clad in heavy armor, charging fiercely toward them.
"What’s going on? Are they really that desperate?" Ye Huan muttered under his breath. Unfazed, he summoned an Apache Attack Helicopter and swiftly boarded it. As those cavalrymen closed in within moments over five hundred meters, Ye Huan ascended into the air. He wasn’t particularly worried about the other members of Dragon Hall; he had absolute confidence that as long as they didn’t deliberately exit their Type 99 main battle tanks, those Eastern Ying Fusang cavalrymen would pose no threat to them.
As it turned out, Ye Huan’s guess was correct. Once the Apache Attack Helicopter took off, those heavy cavalrymen immediately charged toward hundreds of Type 99 main battle tanks. To Ye Huan's amusement and frustration, Yang Guangyao used his military headset to shout commands at that moment, rallying Dragon Hall members to engage in combat against them.
The roar of battle erupted as hundreds of Type 99 main battle tanks collided violently with thousands of Eastern Japan Fusang heavy cavalrymen…
There were no loud cries or fierce clashes; all that could be seen with the naked eye was that what should have been a terrifying black tide resulted in many being thrown into the air in an instant. The remaining soldiers fared even worse; they were mercilessly ground into pulp beneath the treads of tanks. Even the sturdy steel frames that protected the heavy cavalrymen began to warp under the pressure.
The rumbling continued to echo across the battlefield. Ye Huan, the leader of Dragon Hall, paid little attention to it. Instead, his gaze was fixed on the collapsed walls of Xuanling Pass. Behind those ruins, countless soldiers from Eastern Japan Fusang were retreating in an orderly fashion. As for the thousands of cavalry, they were clearly being treated as expendable pawns, meant to delay the advance of Dragon Hall's members.
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