Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
“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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