Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
Loser System and Berserker Me
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
I, The Dragon Overlord
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Horror Game Designer
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3818: Mystifying Kindness
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 302: Gaze
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 224: Arrogance
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1133- Job Clash
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 927: Instant Kill
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1132- Slave race
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 25: The Demonoids Living in the Human World
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 597: Your Majesty, Please Abdicate
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3817: The Illusionary Ancestor
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 301: What is in His Body
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 223: Lose to Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1131- Changing order
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 926: Jadefication
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 925: Pill Master
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1130.5- Cloud Peak delicacies (2)
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 596: Uncle and Nephew (8)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3816: The Master of Profound Secrets
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 300: Collector
“Fire!”
Arrows rained from the sky like a death god reaping lives.
While the Elite Horse Archers, unlike Shu Yichao, were unable to accurately shoot their targets’ eyeballs from 100 feet away, they had no problem shooting their targets in the face from 30 feet away.
In a matter of moments, the Janissary had already lost rows of its soldiers.
“Warriors blessed by the true God, charge!”
The Janissary could tell that their enemies’ equipment was superior to theirs. Exchanging arrows under such circumstances would be disadvantageous to them. They knew it would be better for them to exploit their numerical advantage and charge straight at their enemies, forcing them into a physical brawl.
Thus, they began charging forward.
“Release another two rounds of arrows,” Shu Yichao ordered.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!!
Janissary soldiers at the frontline collapsed like dominos before the arrow rain, with most of them being shot in the face. Nearly a hundred of them died in a heartbeat, thus weakening their assault.
Before they could recover from the shock of abruptly losing a hundred of their comrades, the second and third waves of arrow rains arrived.
Even so, the Janissary, as the Sultana’s ace, displayed astounding fighting will. They roared in anger and continued to charge forth despite the death of their comrades as if beasts that didn’t know fear.
But despite their valor, the twenty feet distance between them and Shu Yichao’s army was like an unbridgeable gap.
The arrow rain finally stopped.
Momoana was stupefied.
Hundreds of the most elite Ottomain soldiers collapsed within twenty feet of one another, their fresh blood flowing like a stream down the street. Momoana knew the names and hobbies of many of them, having known them from a young age.
Yet, they were all dead.
Hundreds of Janissary soldiers would have been more than enough to crush 10,000 misfits on the battlefield, but despite the heavy casualties they had suffered here, they didn’t even manage to nick even the Elite Horse Archers’ sleeves.
“Charge!” Shu Yichao
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