Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Nightmare Assault
Horror Game Designer
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
I, The Dragon Overlord
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1232- Both of us know
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 970: Shameless
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1231- Familiar person
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 343 - Kill Or Be Killed
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 39.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 644: That Sword Is Merely 90% Complete
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3844: Assassination
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 276: Bride
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 355: The Most Normal Me
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1230- Everyone's world
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 969: White Bone Divine Lord
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 07.13 - Red Epiphyllum
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 342 - The Foundational Battle Over 600 Years Ago
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 38.2
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1229- Cloud Peak defense system
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 643.2: The Temple Master Isn't Invincible, the Great Sword Immortal Has Already Entered the City - Part 2
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3843: Medicinal Gardens in the Skyscraping World
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 354: The Correct Day
“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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