On the hillside, Zheng Quchi maintained a calm expression, her pupils gazing steadily downwards, but in reality, her palms were drenched in sweat, and her back was soaked.
She appeared calm, but inside she felt like she was being roasted over a fire.
The enemy general did indeed appear. Just as she expected, when Yuwen Sheng collapsed from his serious injuries, the commander would definitely rush out to show off his power.
However, she did not expect that her opponent was fully armed from head to toe. She was really not confident that she could kill him with an arrow from such a distance, piercing his vitals with one shot.
They only have one chance, no second chance, and she can't risk all of their lives.
But when Yuwen Sheng was humiliated and even had his arm broken, she used almost all her strength to stop herself from shooting the arrow.
Wait a little longer...
She gritted her teeth and said to herself.
There will definitely be a flaw, there will definitely be a decisive opportunity, there will definitely be one!
Zheng Quchi, wait a little longer, don't be impulsive. You must not let a momentary loss of emotional control cause all the work you've done to be wasted and all your efforts to be in vain.
Runtu, trampled on the ground, was usually cold and taciturn, but today he was all outraged, shouting angrily, "Mu Daye, you are simply a despicable and shameless person! In all these years, when have you ever led an army to victory against our general? You have no talent to be a general. If it weren't for your nepotism, you would never have been qualified to face the general, and you are not worthy of being the general's opponent. Even now, you are still afraid of the general! You are afraid, you are scared, you are a coward!"
Runtu rarely humiliates someone with words, but at this moment he used extremely vicious language to publicly curse Mudaya.
Mu Daye's face flushed red, and he wished he could stab him to death with a single sword stroke.
Every word he said hit Mu Daye's despicable and inferior thoughts right into his head.
Knowing his own inadequacy, yet desiring military merit, he sidelined others and took command of the expedition. However, each time they were full of confidence, they were defeated by Yuwen Sheng.
The desire to defeat Yuwen Sheng and to kill Yuwen Sheng had become a deep-seated obsession for him.
He dreamed of defeating Yuwen Sheng, but undeniably, he was also terrified of this devilish man.
But now... looking at Yuwen Sheng's tragic appearance with his severed arm, he removed that fierce Shura mask, revealing a frail and beautiful face underneath, and a slender and handsome body. He really didn't look like a great general who had fought for many years, but rather like a flawless jade that had been cast into a jade figure.
The more Muda looked at him, the more confident he became. He must have been blinded by something in the past to think that this man was invincible, so tall and unapproachable...
In retrospect, it's nothing special.
"I'm afraid of him?" Mu Daye sneered. He snatched a knife from the soldier's hand and strode up to Yuwen Sheng.
Yuwen Sheng was grabbed by the arms and held up, his feet were also restrained by iron shackles. His black hair fell to his chest, his face was pale and his eyes were dark. He said with a smile in his voice, "Kill me, do you dare?"
Mu Daye regained some of his composure: "Kill you? You wish! I won't let you die so easily. I'll make you kneel before me like a dead dog!"
He tossed the knife aside, grabbed a stick, and began striking Yuwen Sheng's legs repeatedly...
Mu Da wasn't a professional executioner, and he didn't specifically target bones to beat. He was just venting his anger, and he was panting heavily from exhaustion.
He dropped the stick. Now that Yuwen Sheng had lost an arm and was seriously injured, Mu Daye relaxed his vigilance and defenses.
He took off the heavy helmet from his head, wiped the sweat from his face, and saw that the powerful Yuwen Sheng was being abused by him like a dead dog. The joy and arrogance in his eyes reached an unprecedented level.
He felt he had had enough fun and vented his anger, so this time he was truly going to use the most cruel torture to torment Yuwen Sheng to death.
"Go to hell!"
He raised his knife high and swung it with all his might, but it didn't land on Yuwen Sheng. The next second, an arrow struck Yuwen Sheng squarely in the forehead.
Above, Zheng Quchi was trembling slightly. She had almost calculated all possible obstacles and changes, and only when she saw the best and most unmissable second did she shoot this arrow.
The sharpest part of the arrow pierced through his forehead bone, and the entire arrow penetrated a third of the way in, demonstrating the terrifying force it possessed.
Muda died on the spot, his expression frozen in the moment of his greatest triumph and elation, but he could only go to hell with that look on his face.
Thud—
He leaned back and fell straight to the ground.
The Southern Chen army was stunned by this sudden turn of events. They looked at the incredibly accurate arrow in Mu Daye's forehead, felt a chill run down their spines, and were filled with terror.
"The general is dead..."
"The general is dead?!"
A high-pitched, piercing scream shattered the frozen silence around them, and the Southern Chen army looked around in panic, searching for the person who had fired the arrow.
Runtu and the Xuanjia Army were also stunned and astonished.
But Runtu narrowed his eyes and carefully examined the feathers at the end of the arrow. Suddenly, his eyes widened and his expression turned to shock.
"It was an arrow from a Kucha crossbow..."
"What?!" the Xuanjia soldiers exclaimed in surprise. "Commander, what did you say?"
But Runtu didn't have time to explain to them. Instead, he took advantage of the moment when the Southern Chen army was distracted and turned his head to look at the hillside where the dragon carriage had originally been parked.
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