"Pass the order! Three teams of archers will shoot. After the first team finishes shooting, the second team will take over. After the second team finishes shooting, the third team will take over. Repeat this cycle. No mistakes!"
The coalition army's formation changed again, and regardless of the rain of arrows falling from above, it forcibly turned into a march formation.
Biao Gong only let the archers shoot two rounds and then asked them to crouch down, while the shield soldiers continued to guard.
He could not hear the orders from the opposite side, nor could he see the changes in the command flags. He just felt that the arrows shot at him seemed to be much smaller, but more rapid.
Lian Po saw that the offensive was overwhelming the other side. He thought for a moment, then drew out his sword with his right hand. As the bronze sword gleamed in the sunlight, Lian Po's voice seemed to become more excited:
"Pass the order! The arrow array will not stop, the death squad, charge!"
The arrow formation was interrupted for a moment, but due to Wu's endless fire suppression, as soon as the archers were exhausted, the soldiers holding torches beside them would quickly fill in.
The death squad rushed towards the gate of Hangu Pass in a black mass.
They naturally knew what was waiting for them ahead, but they could only charge forward.
With a "click" sound, countless soldiers from the Death Battalion fell down. Before they could scream, they were pierced through by the wooden sticks standing in the pit.
The soldiers of the Death Squad pushed and shoved back. They had no equipment and would surely die if they went down.
The allied forces' arrow formation seemed to be stopped by the commotion and was in chaos.
How could Duke Bie miss such an opportunity? He brandished his weapons and launched countless arrows, which killed countless allied soldiers.
Chen Xuan watched the two sides fighting back and forth in the sky and felt a little bored. He did not feel any emotion about the cruel war at all.
The battlefields in the era of cold weapons may not have caused as much destruction as those caused by hot weapons, but they were definitely more cruel than those caused by hot weapons. At least, that's what it looked like.
Countless allied troops were pierced by crossbows and pinned to the ground. Countless Hangu defenders were shot down and fell to the ground, one by one, turning into minced meat.
For both of them, this was just a test, and neither of them played their last trump card.
No matter how fierce the fighting was on the front line, it had little to do with Ying Zheng.
Ying Zheng is now being watched in his mansion by people sent by Duke Bie, and he probably can't climb up the city wall.
"Damn it, Chen Xuan, why don't you come and pick me up?!"
Ying Zheng was so angry that his teeth were itching. If he had known earlier, he would not have told Biao Gong that he was going to go up to the city wall, otherwise he would not have been seen here.
However, since Chen Xuan didn't come to pick him up now, it seems that the situation outside is not too dangerous.
However, being watched is not a pleasant feeling at all!
Ying Zheng frowned, playing with the Tai'a sword, listening to the melody of horns, shouts and screams outside, feeling only disgust.
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