The arrows could only block a part of the sky and earth. Under the clear blue sky, the Southern Shang army was setting up crossbows and drawing bows, preparing for a counterattack. They were waiting for more troops from the Great Xia Alliance to enter the battlefield, and then wipe them out together. This was a good opportunity to counterattack. Except for the cultivators, all others were equal under the arrows, and would die under them, like a piece of thin paper that was easily pierced, fragile and unbearable.

"My sense of smell is sensitive enough, but unfortunately, it's too late."

Seeing the Great Xia army split in two, General Tiemian shook his head slightly, but the trick had succeeded. The 50,000 Great Xia soldiers and cavalry were all within their range. As long as the rain of arrows was dense enough, the cultivators and soldiers on the battlefield would be seriously injured, or even most of them would be destroyed.

After the talisman master made the seal, a talisman formation appeared in the sky, like a second scorching sun in the sky. The scorching sun responded and shone on it, making the arrows that were like a downpour suddenly become like flowing fire, flashing an extremely dazzling light in the air.

Many soldiers lying on the ground looked at the legendary sun god for a long time. But this god was not kind, but full of anger. They soon found that this god was not a god who came to save them. Their identities made it difficult for them to communicate with the god, to get his favor, and even to not attract his attention. Ants passed by people's feet and were treated the same way.

The soldiers quickly realized that this was an arrow formation that gathered into a blazing sun fire and scattered into stars. This time, it could not cover the sun, but rushed towards the ground with a presence that was brighter than the sun. The arrows almost covered the entire ground. The first arrow did not hit anyone, nor did it attract many people's attention, because there were many arrows stuck in the ground around this battlefield. But after that, the arrows shot in with the sound of the sound, killing all living beings, both enemies and friends.

The flames ignited the living and quickly consumed their lives like a raging fire.

Lin Tian's order to retreat arrived earlier than the arrows, but many people were shot by arrows the moment they knew the order passed on to each other. The hot arrow heads pierced into people's flesh and blood, causing them to feel extraordinary torture. After the continuous sizzling sound, there was the blood that was burned and bubbling, just like boiling water.

“Retreat! Retreat!”

The generals screamed, and the soldiers told each other and shouted. On the chaotic battlefield, the reversal of the situation was unexpected, but these arrows hit the cavalry, penetrated the Daxia people, and stabbed the southern merchants to death. They had complicated feelings and despair in their hearts. They didn't know where to run. Should they go to the direction of the southern merchants or to Daxia? The dense rain of arrows and the black smoke that suffocated their eyes made them lose their direction, and they gradually recognized the reality. They, the soldiers, had been abandoned long ago and could not go anywhere.

The flames streaked across the sky, causing the ground to be covered with colorful lights and shadows, and black smoke billowed. A few wisps of black smoke were enough to block people's vision. The Nanshang soldiers who made long and sad sounds did not repent of their crimes, but howled to the sky and hated their own lack of strength. Otherwise, they would have been able to support their ambitions and flatten the Daxia army, so that they would no longer have the capital to be rampant. And from then on, they would have been promoted to high positions and made great achievements.

The prince of Nanshang once said that as a soldier, he could not change the outbreak of war, nor could he escape the fate of going to the battlefield. But some things could be changed, such as who would live and die, who would enjoy wealth and glory, and whose family would receive a dozen taels of silver to live out the rest of their lives. If you need encouragement to kill the enemy on the battlefield, it would be meaningless. The soldiers at this time all understood that truth, so after the first round of arrows, they rushed out and held back the soldiers of Daxia.

The desperate counterattack of tens of thousands of people made the already chaotic army of Daxia even more chaotic. They wanted to run to the other side. They didn't want to play this game like Death Valley, but the time was already tight, and they were attacked by the southern merchants. They had no hope of survival. The soldiers of Daxia were anxious and waved their swords, but because of their confusion, they almost cut themselves. Then the arrows fell. They could only reach out in the direction of the Daxia Alliance in pain, but even if they squirmed, they couldn't go back.

Some soldiers were still running in the rain of arrows. They still had some ways to survive, but in the face of such danger, they could not hesitate. Their first reaction was to rush back. Thousands of troops ran forward, and Daxia also provided support.

Thousands of shields were raised, like a new sky, born from the ground, born under the rain of arrows. And many rune formations penetrated deep into the battlefield, almost to the middle. It was a path to life, although it would break and could not support for a long time, but it was enough to keep many soldiers alive.

"Two thousand meters to go!"

The soldiers were running fast, their horses raising their hooves, but after being shot, they fell down suddenly, and the heavily armed soldiers also fell to the ground and rolled for several meters.

Breaking through a thick cloud of smoke, the wounded soldier looked as if nothing had happened and saw many people being shot around him. He also saw some people who were calm enough not to run away, but to cover themselves with the bodies beside them. There was even a person hiding under the belly of a dead warhorse, placing two soldiers horizontally on the horse's legs, like a tent, which was a small space for him to survive.

The cavalrymen with cracked lips and bloodshot eyes were inspired. Even though their legs were scratched and their pants and flesh were burning, they didn't care. They just used both hands to crawl under the pile of corpses, using their companions and enemies to block the heavy arrows, giving themselves hope to survive again.

The practitioners rushed out of the fire arrow formation with their vitality, and when they saw the remaining soldiers on their side, they couldn't help but say:

"Damn it, so cruel, killing his own people!"

They gnashed their teeth fiercely, and Lin Tian was the one who felt the most regretful. He had expected this, but he did not stop his army. His fluke hurt these soldiers. He began to regret that if he could go back a quarter of an hour, he would rather use the talisman array and arrows to kill as many people as possible. He would not have killed 30,000 people like this, and paid the price of nearly 20,000 people himself.

In order to pursue the Southern Merchants, the soldiers of Daxia also abandoned their armor, so the survival rate was not high. Most of those who survived were people on the edge of the battlefield, or cavalrymen with the highest reaction and speed. There were also sacrifices among the practitioners. This price made Lin Tian frown for a long time, unable to relax.

Using 20,000 people to exchange for 30,000 people was a terrible price to pay. If it weren't for Nan Shang's move, he wouldn't have to pay even a thousand lives!

Looking at the ground with billowing smoke and flying flames, it was full of scars after being hit by the arrow arrays of Daxia and Nanshang successively, and even the terrain was changed. In Lin Tian's eyes, there was strangeness, desolation and hatred. The ambitions of the Nanshang people should not be paid for by his soldiers!

"Take the wounded back, and the rest of you stay here with me. I will not let the Southern Merchants rest in peace!"

The adjutant nodded, and when he turned around, Lin Tian, ​​who looked livid, had already rushed out. Some practitioners followed him into the rain of arrows, waving their iron swords and releasing their vitality, bringing back some soldiers who had not yet suffocated. The strong soldiers, except for those whose chests and abdomens were pierced, had a chance of survival. It would be fine if you didn't see such people, but as long as you saw them, you would save them, this was Lin Tian's duty as a general!

After a quarter of an hour, the land was filled with arrows, making it look like a thousand sword tombs under the cloudy sky.

Among them, the flames and smoke continued. Lin Tian walked inside, looking for survivors with the soldiers around him, and looked into the distance, facing the iron face of the retreating army. Lin Tian had seen the latter's cruelty, but in this first battle, they still won.

Even if Nan Shang attacked again, they would have enough morale to fight again, but today's casualties were nearly 100,000, although only half of Nan Shang's, but for them, it was a heavy blow. However, this would not destroy their determination to resist to the end. To invade Da Xia, it is not as easy as Nan Shang thought.

The flat land was like a barren hill, covered with a layer of dark color. There were shocking holes and wounds on it, and the stench of blood filled the air, attracting vultures and a few hawks. The desolate land seemed to be dead like the soldiers, wailing for fresh life to wash away this terrifying evil spirit.

There were too many corpses, so Lin Tian could only step over them. However, it was still surprising that there were still people alive in such a smelly and barren hill. The arrows from before had filled the ground, leaving no gaps...

Some people pushed the corpse away and raised their dirty and bloody hands with difficulty. Seeing this, Lin Tian ordered the soldiers to carry them back to the camp quickly.

As soon as an emergency medical team arrived outside the battlefield, they had work to do. Doctors on the battlefield are not like doctors in towns. The latter would rather put medicine on the shelf and let it die, hoping that no one in the world would get sick, but the doctors here desperately hope for a living person. Because a living person means saving one more person. Even if the hope is slim, they have to work hard. They don't go to the battlefield, but they have a heavier mission.

As his vitality spread, Lin Tian sensed the living people under the corpses. Some unlucky guys had their ribs shattered even through the corpses. Their breath was weak and they were unable to move and passed out. However, with the precise perception of the practitioners, they would not miss anyone. With the addition of military dogs, all the living people would be dragged out, allowing them to see the light of day again and leave this bloody hell.

All the practitioners were busy looking for survivors. Ten, twenty, thirty, or even more people were waiting to be found and dragged out. Even though this method was difficult to talk about, only a calm mind and a strong desire to survive could do such a thing. In that desperate situation, this was the only way to survive. There was no other choice.

"ah--"

A scream made Lin Tian turn around hurriedly.

"What's going on?"

"A southern businessman."

The practitioner shook his hand. Fortunately, he only had an arrow in his hand. If it was a knife, the madman would probably cut him in half. He teased his companions and kicked the southern businessman who had been killed.

Not far away, several corpses fell to the ground, causing the cultivator to grab the arrows beside him and throw them. But the one who came out from under the horse's belly, he still held the sword in his hand, with a look of astonishment on his face, as if he was ready to fight again, but the armor on his body proved that he was a Daxia cavalryman, a glorious warrior!

The practitioner approached him, who was somewhat stunned, looking at the corpses scattered all over the ground, as if he didn't know the situation, and didn't know what to do, as if he was in another world. Walking up to him, the practitioner put his arm around his shoulders and walked back with him, but he stared at the scene around him, his lips trembling, and it took him a long time to say a word.

"I am a deserter?"

His voice was hoarse and torn, and he was terrified, but the practitioner comforted him:

"Good boy, you are the one who survived. When your wounds are healed, you can fight again."

The young soldier looked at the desolate scene, feeling depressed and unhappy. The brothers who went to the battlefield with him were familiar to him, but he walked for a long time with the support of others, and there was nothing but corpses. This scene gave him the illusion that everyone was dead. After a simple disinfection and bandage, he became more and more sleepy, just like he fell asleep in the sound of arrows before, and felt nothing.

With their backs to the battlefield, the soldiers carried the young cavalryman back to the camp. A young woman in the camp broke into the big white tent and ran to Xia Xiao, her voice full of tears.