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Inside the Northern Yang Army camp.

Faced with the constant barrage of arrows, the defensive line outside the military camp had been completely breached, where there were 30,000 archers from Bei Yang Mang.

But now, they didn't even have a chance to draw their bows before they were hit by several rounds of arrows.

The attack was sudden; the arrows that suddenly came at everyone's surprise. In just a few breaths, there were heavy casualties, with a large number of archers killed. The remaining archers panicked and quickly spurred their horses to flee towards the military camp.

Behind them came countless arrows.

After their combat strength increased by 30%, the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry's arrow range was extended again. The fleeing Hu horse archers were shot off their horses one after another, and the ground was covered with corpses, with screams rising and falling.

In the military camp, Bei Yangmang's initial confidence has been completely replaced by panic.

In his original plan, how could the enemy's troops possibly be a match for him?

They had the advantage of terrain and popular support, and the enemy, having marched a long way, was no match for them. But now, the enemy had only fired arrows, and their troops were already beginning to crumble.

They haven't even clashed head-on yet!

Looking at the dense array of arrows in the air, Bei Yangmang's face turned deathly pale, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans streamed down his forehead.

He was completely baffled!

How could the enemy on the other side shoot arrows that far away and with such great power?

Is this a normal person?

This is beyond the range of a normal person; it's practically divine intervention!

Even the mighty Chiyan Army of a few years ago was more than this.

When we fought them before, we were able to fight back and forth, but now we can't even leave the city.

"They're...they're monsters! What kind of soldiers did Qin Ze bring out?!"

"Could it be... that the entire nation mobilized its resources, conscripting the best archers from across the country to this grassland? But that woman Jin Fengluan isn't interested in the Qin family..." Bei Yangmang muttered to himself, his face pale.

At this moment, the adjutant rode up on horseback, his expression one of panic.

"Your Majesty! The battle at the front is critical. Eighty percent of the archers on the defensive line have already died!"

"The remaining archers are retreating back to camp, but... but the enemy has started pursuing them!"

"If this continues, we'll be hunted down to our deaths. We need to launch a full-scale attack and fight to the death to withstand the offensive!"

Bei Yangmang took a deep breath, his brain working at high speed.

He gritted his teeth and said, "If the whole army attacks, and they can shoot arrows that far, wouldn't that be suicide?"

The adjutant hurriedly replied:

"That's the only way, General! We have a large number of troops, and we're not too far from them. If we charge with all our might, even if we get hit by arrows, once we're inside their army, those archers will be useless!"

"Only by closing the gap can we have a chance of victory!"

"Although...although many people are destined to die, this is the best way."

Bei Yangmang wiped the sweat from his brow. He understood that in the face of such a long-range attack, only by closing the distance could he gain a chance of victory.

but....

This completely contradicts his strategic policy!

If we fight by sacrificing so many soldiers, wouldn't half of our 150,000 troops end up dead or wounded?

"Should we run away? As long as we're alive, we can always make a comeback. If we can't beat them, we can always run away!" This thought suddenly popped into Bei Yangmang's mind.

He just couldn't bring himself to say it.

After all, with 150,000 troops, abandoning their camp and fleeing in front of Qin Ze's tens of thousands of troops was simply... simply too weak and incompetent!

He was having a fierce internal struggle.

To fight or to flee—this was a difficult decision.

The adjutant was getting impatient when he saw that the man hadn't spoken for a long time.

"Your Majesty! The war is critical, let's fight!"

"So many brothers have already died at their hands, we can't let them die in vain!"

"If we let them advance unchecked, our troops will be slowly worn down by them!"

Bei Yangmang's face turned ashen. He gritted his teeth and finally made up his mind.

"No! The enemy's attack is fierce, and these archers are too strong. We absolutely cannot engage them in a direct confrontation!"

"Let's abandon this camp. Send the order to retreat!"

"Let's retreat from here. Their warhorses are armored and can't catch up with us."

Bei Yangmang's decision greatly surprised the adjutant. Although he had long known that the king was always prudent, the decision to retreat at this time was still beyond his expectations.

He hesitated for a moment, then advised:

"Your Majesty, are we just going to stand by and watch them seize our camp? Wouldn't that be...?"

Before he could finish speaking, Bei Yangmang roared angrily:

"Enough talk, withdraw your troops!"

The adjutant sighed inwardly and respectfully replied, "Yes, Your Majesty!"

He immediately issued an order to begin withdrawing his troops.

Although they had begun to retreat, Hu cavalrymen were continuously killed by the pursuing arrows. Thus, in just over an hour of fighting, tens of thousands of Hu cavalrymen had been killed or wounded.

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front.

Huo Qubing led his archers in a charge, continuously firing arrows.

Once the rout begins, chaos ensues. Thanks to the bows and arrows they obtained from the Tu Yang tribe, each member of the Tiger and Leopard Cavalry now has a considerable number of bows and arrows.

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