The next instant, Zhang Liao thrust out with his halberd!

This strike was as swift and powerful as thunder and lightning!

But unexpectedly—

Bai Miao hurled the iron fork from his injured left hand directly at Zhang Liao's face!

Zhang Liao knew that if he didn't dodge, the crescent halberd would pierce Bai Miao in the process, but the iron fork would also pierce him.

Without the slightest hesitation, he shifted his body to the side, dodging the thrown iron fork, and the crescent halberd also changed direction.

In the blink of an eye, a loud shout rang out:

Let's die together!

Bai Miao suddenly leaped off his warhorse, stomped his hind legs, gripped the last remaining iron fork with both hands, and pounced towards Zhang Liao!

His young and handsome face was already pale, but it was full of ferocity!

"call--"

Zhang Liao's expression remained unchanged. He exhaled a breath of turbid air and swept his crescent halberd horizontally towards Bai Miao, who was rushing towards him.

With a "poof" sound.

——

A stream of blood fell before Jin Mang's eyes; it was flowing from the body of a soldier in front of him whose chest had been pierced.

Crimson blood spurted out, mixing with the yellowish-brown soil, turning the ground a reddish-brown color.

The strong smell of blood assaulted Jin Mang's nostrils, and the screams and wails around him clouded his clear mind.

The mountain path was riddled with thick crossbow bolts, mercilessly piercing the chests of one soldier after another.

These are not ordinary crossbow bolts.

These are iron-feathered arrows fired from ballistae, a powerful siege weapon, possessing extremely strong armor-piercing capabilities.

Half of his army was heavily armored, and these men were all elites. But now, their armor was as fragile as paper in front of the Iron Feather Arrows.

Jin Mang was breathing rapidly, his face as pale as if he had lost all color in it.

Ahead, the barbarian army was attacked by boulders. He knew he couldn't go that way, which was why he chose this path. But after entering this place, he hadn't even walked for half an hour.

Round after round of iron-feathered arrows have been rained down from the mountain. These arrows come too fast and too fiercely, making them impossible to defend against.

How many crossbows would be needed to produce this number of iron-feathered arrows?

Qin Ze acquired war halberds and so many ballistae, and even transported them to this deep mountain.

Having fought for many years, Jin Mang felt that the battlefield he faced today was filled with an indescribable sense of absurdity and strangeness.

These ambushes and these weapons seem to have been present in Yanluo Mountain from the very beginning.

If it weren't for the corpses falling one after another and the iron-feathered arrows still flying everywhere, he would have thought it was a nightmare and he was still trapped in it.

A shout rang out amidst the panicked army.

"Protect the general!"

Peng Yue, holding up his shield, led a group of shield soldiers to meet the iron-feathered arrows.

Those thick iron-feathered arrows were incredibly powerful; even with sturdy shields blocking them, the force still sent the soldiers staggering.

Jin Mang had already jumped off his horse. If it weren't for the dense array of soldiers in front of him, which blocked many of the iron-feathered arrows, he would have died here long ago.

At that moment, he took a deep breath, gripped the long sword in his hand, and lunged forward, charging into the shield formation.

"Bang bang bang!"

The shields were hit with a series of loud bangs, and some of the shields of the soldiers at the front had already been pierced, but the soldiers behind them were still holding up their shields to defend against the iron-feathered arrows.

One after another, iron-feathered arrows pierced the bodies of the soldiers at the front, the thick arrows creating bloody holes in their chests once they entered.

Shattered internal organs mixed with deep red blood were scattered all over the ground, and even the shield was covered with bits of flesh.

A soldier was shot in the thigh by an iron-feathered arrow. The powerful force severed his leg, and the severed leg flew out, the flesh and tendons still attached to the wound.

The soldier's face was completely contorted, turning as pale as a sheet of paper. He spat out a few words through his clenched teeth:

"Help! Someone, please help!"

But clearly, he would not receive a reply. Most of the people around him were already corpses, and most of them were mutilated corpses.

The army of 200,000 has already suffered enormous casualties from the sheer number of iron-feathered arrows.

The mountain path was filled with corpses and blood, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, since the blood flowing from the corpses had already formed a continuous pool.

Some of it was absorbed by the soil, and some flowed down the mountain.

Within the shield formation, Peng Yue, his face filled with terror, looked at Jin Mang, whose face was deathly pale, and said:

"General, you said we should attack the mountain and take this stronghold, but how can we possibly attack the mountain under these circumstances!"

Faced with his subordinates who had lost their will to fight, Jin Mang could only try his best to remain calm. He gritted his teeth and said:

"withstand!"

"Once you get here, there's no turning back!"

"There is nowhere to retreat, nowhere to escape."

"Only by attacking will we have a sliver of hope for victory, no, a chance to survive!"

The next instant, he raised his voice and let out a hoarse shout:

"Life and death are preordained! If you don't want to die, then fight your way up!"

"Hold the shields up and charge up the mountain!!!"

At this critical moment of life and death, no one would question Jin Mang's decision. Although half of this army consisted of former Panlong Army soldiers, they all admired Jin Mang's abilities after being handed over to him.

As a commander, he was far superior to the former Grand General Huang Long.

In fact, Jin Mang rarely suffered defeats in his military campaigns over the years.

But today, these battles take place after we enter Yanluo Mountain.

Jin Mang understood that it wasn't a matter of inferior troops!

At a command, the heavily wounded army continued its advance despite the hail of arrows.

At the very back, Jin Jiande, who was in the Thousand Machine Camp, was already drenched in sweat, his handsome face completely pale.

By this point, he had completely lost confidence in his ability to defeat Qin Ze in Yanluo Mountain.

In fact, he was already thinking of a way to extricate himself.

Seeing the soldiers ahead still fearlessly heading into the mountains, Jin Jiande was both anxious and furious:

"Are they sending themselves to their deaths?!"

"Where in these mountains are there still places without ambushes, and where is it safe?"

He turned his head helplessly and looked at Xiao Yiming.

"Your Highness, at this point, it is probably no longer possible to kill Qin Ze."

“I can hear the sounds of fighting coming from all directions in these mountains, so I’m afraid Qin Ze’s troops are also elsewhere.”

"The best course of action now is to leave!"

Jin Jiande wholeheartedly agreed and shouted, "Good! You are a martial arts master, you have the means, you must protect me and get me out!"

——

Meanwhile, as the Jin army advanced into the mountains, a general stood with his hands behind his back, surrounded by countless soldiers and ballistae.

Just then, a rider galloped in.

After dismounting, the man said in a deep voice:

"General Li Jing, the enemy is charging forward with their shields raised; it seems they intend to fight to the death to get to the top."