C953
C953
"Cheng Qing has already built a second line of defense. We haven't lost, there's no need to fight to the death here!" Song Qianshu pointed in front of him as he shouted out the turn of events that he had just discovered.
"What?!" A soaring hope suddenly rose in Bai Xiuli's heart.
Lifting his head to look, he saw indeed, before him were the defeated Western Cold Army soldiers. After entering the market area 400 steps away, they all stabilized their footsteps, and under the orders of the generals and cultivators one after another, they turned around and entered the rooftops, courtyard walls, streets and other defensive posts.
Meanwhile, the Uighurs, who had been following these Western Cold Army soldiers and rushing to the outside of the fence wall, were hit hard on the head by the strong bows and the sword lights, falling down one by one in the blood mist.
Bai Xiuli couldn't contain his joy when he saw this. His hands and feet were trembling with excitement, and he only felt his blood churning as his entire body became unbearably hot.
At this moment, two streams of hot tears flowed from the corners of the eyes of this iron-blooded man, who would not frown even if he was killed in battle.
Of course he knew what it meant to build the second line of defense in time for the army and the battle.
The Western Lion Army that had been defeated was now qualified to fight against the Uighurs!
Bai Xiuli, Song Qianshu, Qi Moxuan, and their men were the last to retreat from the city walls, so what followed behind them was an endless army of Uighurs. They followed like shadows, biting each other to death, with almost no distance between them.
When they were 300 steps away from the wall, Cheng Qing pointed his long sword forward and shouted, "All crossbows, listen to my command, prepare to shoot!"
The continuous shooting of the crossbows on the inner side of the wall came to a halt in the next instant, revealing a short period of time. By this time, Bai Xiuli and the others had also successfully approached a distance of nearly two hundred steps away.
Cheng Qing's eyes turned cold, "Two hundred steps, three rounds, fire!"
Tens of thousands of crossbows let out muffled sounds, and the swishing sound of arrows piercing through the air mixed together to form a thunderous buzz, which was extremely shocking. A layer of arrow clouds flew out from the wall and flew past everyone's heads. It was practically sticking close to the scalp of Bai Xiu-li and the others as it shot into the army of Uighurs behind them!
With a series of puchi puchi sounds, a large number of warriors fell to the ground head first. The group that had been biting Bai Xiuli and the others to death suddenly became completely flat.
Amongst these arrows, not only were there ordinary crossbows, but there were also sharp weapons like arrows mixed with arrows and eagles. Of those arrows, only a few people hadn't fallen down.
The width of the units was actually very narrow. Behind Bai Xiuli and the others, there were only a few dozen steps of empty space, and it seemed like they were about to be filled up by the suddenly accelerating Hui Wei soldiers.
However, at this moment, the second round of black clouds shot out, and the first group of Uighurs fell once again.
After three rounds of consecutive shots, a blank area of forty to fifty steps appeared.
To be more accurate, it was not a blank area, because the ground was covered with a layer of corpses!
Three arrows of time was enough for Bai Xiu Li, Song Qianshu, Qi Mo Xuan, and the rest of the cultivators and soldiers to successfully enter the defensive wall. They did not need to worry about being followed by the Uighur army.
This was not absolute. The returning elites that were scattered and biting the tail of Xi Liang's army followed them into the fence wall. However, the fate of these scattered troops was that they were drowned by the flood of reinforcements.
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