The southern barbarians reacted quickly, rapidly surrounding and attacking Li Tie.
Xie Fu reacted even faster, grabbing Li Tie's arm, taking half a step forward with his left foot, and using his waist to pull the burly Li Tie directly behind him, while he himself raised his gun to meet the enemy.
If you miss your first shot, the opponent will be on guard, and the probability of hitting them again is very small.
In the end, these Wind and Thunder Riders were even more troublesome than the leader had imagined.
Although he had just vehemently denied his adjutant's statement, he still harbored some apprehension towards Xie Fu.
Delay will only lead to unforeseen changes.
The leader, who thought the situation was a sure thing and didn't want to waste resources, decided to get rid of Xie Fu as soon as possible.
"Archers, prepare."
After being pulled behind Xie Fu, Li Tie drew the dagger strapped to his calf with his left hand and threw himself back into the fight.
The loss of an arm, coupled with the intermittent sharp pain in his right shoulder, left him feeling powerless, and new injuries kept piling up on his body.
Li Tie and the rest of the Wind and Thunder Cavalry noticed the movements of the Southern Barbarian archers in the distance, but their expressions remained unchanged.
They had a vague idea of what would happen the moment they were surrounded.
The Xie family of Xiliang never feared death.
Upon noticing the archers' movements, instead of showing fear of impending death, these Wind and Thunder Riders, who had been trained as Xie Fu's personal guard since childhood, fully mobilized every muscle in their bodies, slashing sharply across the necks of one after another and viciously piercing through the chests of their opponents, becoming even more bloodthirsty.
They moved forward silently, forming a shield in front of Xie Fu. When the rain of arrows fell, their bodies might be able to save the young master's life.
The black gun barrel violently slashed back one person. Xie Fu's eyes were dark, and his voice was calm, "Step back."
Bloodstains accumulated in the blood groove at the tip of the spear, and the black-haired, handsome young master of Xiliang stood ramrod straight as he faced the rain of arrows.
His slender, pale fingers gripped the spear tightly, killing enemies with every second before death.
Years of exposure to war had made killing almost an instinct for him, a mechanical memory in his muscles, requiring little thought.
Arrows rained down from the sky, and the tip of Xie Fu's spear pierced the throat of a southern barbarian.
A slender, snow-white neck flashed through his mind, looking far more fragile than this, so fragile that he could kill it with a gentle pinch without any weapon.
The scene flashed too fast; before he could recall the part of his memory about that person, the rain of arrows had already fallen.
Xie Fu withdrew his spear to defend himself, but countless arrows rained down from the sky.
Arrows pierced his thigh, calf, and abdomen; he felt that these arrows seemed to be designed with extreme malice, with barbs.
The sound of arrows hitting armor was constant all around, clanging and banging incessantly.
The spear tip grazed a southern barbarian who thought he was about to die and wanted to take the opportunity to finish him off. He watched coldly as the man clutched his neck and fell to the ground.
At the same time, they saw an arrow right in front of them.
Amidst a hail of arrows, the leader seized an opportunity and fired another arrow from his bow at Xie Fu.
Xie Fu had heard that people would have a fleeting recollection of their lives before they died. When that arrow came flying at him, he felt his mind go completely blank, with nothing in his head.
Looking back, he realized the rumors were a lie; he hadn't seen anything at all, let alone reflected on his life.
A slender, snow-white hand appeared out of thin air and grasped the arrow with a speed that defied explanation.
The rain of arrows filled the sky, those that were close at hand and those still in the air were all held firmly in place by an invisible force.
The southern barbarians who charged forward recklessly amidst a hail of arrows were thrown back, crashing heavily into the ground, layer upon layer of people.
Red blood dripped from the hand holding the arrow, flowing down the pale wrist, the contrasting colors extremely jarring.
The moment that hand appeared, Xie Fu tensed up, his lean arm tightening around the gun in his hand as he swung it at the silent newcomer.
Shu Yun had just grasped the arrow when Xie Fu suddenly made his move.
She was completely focused on the rain of arrows and had no defenses against him.
When Xie Fu noticed the familiar floral scent in the air, he was stunned for a moment, and his expression changed drastically.
Shu Yun's thin back slammed against the rock behind her, and a sharp pain shot through her abdomen. She groaned and, unable to suppress the metallic taste in her throat, coughed up blood.
The arrows, caught in the gale, continued to fall due to gravity.
Before she could wipe away the blood, a gust of wind swirled around her, catching the arrow once more. This time, it transformed into a sharp wind blade, shredding the arrowhead and shaft to shreds.
Xie Fu turned around in disbelief, and what he saw was that familiar figure that had been deeply etched into his memory over the past three years.
She leaned against the rock, slightly bent over, her left hand clutching the arrow that should have taken his life, her right hand covering her abdomen.
She wore a flamboyant scarlet dress, and as she bent over, her long, black hair fell down, partially obscuring her face.
Xie Fu forgot that he was still on the battlefield, with his back to the enemy who could kill him at any moment, and stood there in a daze, staring at the woman in the red dress who had suddenly appeared.
His Adam's apple bobbed clearly, and he heard his own hoarse, dry voice, and a hint of barely perceptible apprehension, "Shu Yun?"
Shu Yun, who had been keeping her head down, looked over when she heard the sound, and Xie Fu's stunningly beautiful face, which he had been looking forward to countless times over the past three years, came into everyone's view.
Li Tie stared at her with wide eyes, glanced at her twice, then turned back to be wary of the southern barbarians opposite him.
Xie Fuqing couldn't help but take a few steps forward, "You...you're back?"
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