Arrows rained down, and a chilling killing intent filled the air. Xiang Yu's eyes blazed, and he shouted, "Release the arrows!"

In an instant, the bowstring vibrated, and the arrow, like a hawk released from its bow, pierced the sky and shot swiftly towards the enemy formation.

Arrows mercilessly reaped the lives of Muslim horse archers, leaving deep imprints of fear and despair on the hearts of every enemy soldier.

Faced with this barrage of arrows, the Muslim horse archers were powerless to fight back. A look of fear flashed in their eyes, and their only thought was to retreat!

A moment's delay could mean certain death from an arrow.

But the first volley of arrows had already landed in the crowd, and countless people had been hit.

The Muslim horse archers fled in disarray, their helmets and armor scattered on the ground in the chaos, their steps faltering as if they might fall at any moment.

Their faces were covered in blood and dust, the mottled colors almost obscuring their original appearance.

Behind these stains were terrified faces, their eyes bloodshot and panicked, filled with a deep fear of death.

On the sand, the once pure golden color has been stained by this merciless blood.

Fortunately, Bob Wen's troop deployment was timely.

After paying the price of thousands of soldiers, the Crusader shieldbearers advanced rapidly, formed a defensive formation, and stood ready for battle.

Seeing this, Xiang Yu's lips twitched slightly, then he waved his hand and shouted, "All soldiers, retreat!"

If I, Lin Mo, can exchange Wahaha bottled water from the system, and I don't want to play a war of attrition with you guys, are you out of your mind?

Bob Winn!

Saladin!

Ah, Monk!

And the Arab Emperor!

Are you stupid?

Your head must be spinning!

Hahaha!