The Prodigal Son of the Mystical Sect

If nothing unexpected happens, this encounter tonight with a huge disparity in strength will end with the death of all the unknown soldiers of the Great Zhou.

Yes, there is no sympathy in war, and the outcome will not be changed by courage, faith, and justice.

Only strength and weakness determine the outcome of a war.

Although it is very naked, this is the reality.

At this moment, the barbarians are strong and the Zhou is weak, so the barbarians will win.

This is inevitable and cannot be changed by human will.

Once these people who are going to die are completely dead, then next, with the speed of the barbarian ghost riders, they can still catch up with the carriage and destroy the key information.

In other words, if everything goes well, the barbarians should win a great victory.

But... in this world, how can it be possible?

Just when the bald barbarian leader was angry and vowed to completely crush this group of Great Zhou soldiers, a tiny sound of horse hooves came from not far away...

The earth shaking brought by it was actually far ahead!

"Are there reinforcements?"

"Do the Zhou people have a backup plan?"

These were the thoughts that came to the minds of the young man and the barbarian leader, and then the next moment, a scene that they would never forget until their death appeared.

The cavalry in the distance had not arrived yet, but the strong bow was already in hand.

Everyone with better eyesight could see that the rider on horseback with a blurred face skillfully completed the bow almost in an instant.

Then, he let go.

The arrow shot out!

With a milky white vortex that was spinning rapidly, with a monstrous murderous intent that shook the earth!

The feather arrows cut through the rain falling against the wind, causing them to break into countless smaller raindrops, and then drifted away with the heavy rain and strong wind.

Swish!

The feather arrows flew like meteors, very fast, very fast, very fast!

In just an instant, they reached the front line!

In another instant, all the barbarian horses in a straight line were pierced through the right legs in the blink of an eye, and then... with a bang, they broke into debris!

Even the elite Barbarian Ghost Riders had no time to do anything at this moment. They didn't even see the arrows clearly before their horses were crushed. They also fell heavily from the top in an instant.

Thick blood gushed out of their nasal cavalry, mixed with the rain, and flowed all over the ground!

In just a blink of an eye, just one feather arrow broke through ten fierce horses in a row, and killed all of them, which were the best among the first-level fierce beasts, to pieces!

The feather arrows followed the rain and brushed a snow-white arrow path between heaven and earth!

On this path, the rain fell and cut!

The night rain sounded annoying, so it should come with an arrow!

This amazing scene not only shocked the Barbarian Ghost Riders who were about to charge, but also deeply shocked the group of Zhou soldiers who were going to die.

"This... this distance... this lethality? What kind of arrow is this? Which powerful brigade is this?"

Before anyone could react, the same snow-white feather arrows came one after another!

Countless barbarian horses fell one after another, and were pierced and crushed one after another. Among the bloody and fleshy mess, I don’t know how many barbarian elites wailed in the blood, and the people and horses were in chaos, trampling around in panic, and blocked nearly 80% of this not very wide road!

Seeing this scene, even the dumbest people knew that what happened next would not be related to the group of disabled Zhou soldiers. The barbarian bald man had stared at the enemy in front and quickly integrated the army. The knights behind threw out the steel cable from the horse, and threw all the horse knights blocking the road, and threw them behind them regardless. After falling heavily, other barbarians were able to pass, but those knights who were thrown were destined to become a mass of flesh and blood.

The Zhou soldiers were not surprised by this, because they had long experienced the cruelty of the barbarians, and at this time, they also recognized the situation. After looking at each other, they slowly retreated in a retreat formation.

But they were not afraid of death, but to make way for the people who came to help!

The barbarians did not pursue them. In their opinion, these wounded soldiers could not go far and could be killed with one charge. The only thing to worry about was the mysterious strong brigade. As long as they were defeated, wouldn't the wounded soldiers here be lambs to be slaughtered?

"Where are the strong shields given to our great barbarian warriors by the high priest? Take them out! Put the shields up!"

"Notify the rear team that the Zhou soldiers are ambushing. Let them gather the barbarian warriors and reinforce them quickly!"

"The barbarian strong crossbow team, go forward and suppress them!"

It must be said that this barbarian bald man can lead such elite barbarian ghost riders. He is really good at it. Under his three orders, this well-trained army quickly regained its composure and used a series of means to withstand the offensive, while preparing for a decisive battle... in anticipation of a decisive battle!

"How many cavalrymen will the other side have? Five hundred? One thousand? The Zhou people are really cunning! They actually set up such an ambush at this time!"

Just when the barbarian bald man was in a state of uncertainty, the sudden army was gradually approaching. At a glance, everyone was stunned.

"This...this number?"

"Less than fifty cavalrymen?"

"Are there reinforcements behind?"

Both the soldiers of the Great Zhou and the barbarians could not believe their eyes at this moment-just in front of them, a team that was completely "strange" to the soldiers of the Great Zhou was galloping and rushing towards this side quickly. Judging from the number, there were only about fifty! What's more terrible is that they had nothing in their hands except a longbow with a sparkling white light!

Not even arrows!

"Isn't this one of the four strong armies of our Great Zhou? Judging from the armor, it is not an elite unit...They, they dare to charge with longbows? Are they going to die?"

The soldiers of the Great Zhou looked at each other, all with puzzled expressions, except the man in green who gritted his teeth and shouted loudly: "Brothers in front, we are here to help! Those bastards are the Barbarian Ghost Riders, there are probably more than 300 of them, you are no match! Go!"

"Just pour us a pot of good wine next year, don't come to die!"

The hope that had just risen was almost shattered the moment he saw the true appearance of this team. The man in green easily deduced that this group of people was probably the same as himself and others, because they had learned something and believed that they would die, and they would stop the Barbarian Ghost Riders at all costs! But he... really didn't want these people to die in vain!

Because he had just seen the terrifying archery, he believed that these people were more valuable alive than dead!

This is the army of the Great Zhou! If it were another country, who would care whether the helpers were coming to die at this moment? The real thing is to take the opportunity to escape!

The Great Zhou is the Great Zhou after all.

Hearing the blue-clothed man's voice, the soldiers beside him also reacted and shouted together, trying to persuade the reinforcements to retreat quickly. After a moment of shock, the barbarians burst into laughter!

"Less than fifty riders, charging with longbows? How interesting!"

"This is the first time I've heard of this way of committing suicide!"

The bald barbarian laughed unabashedly, then waved his hand fiercely.

"Such a stupid thing, only you Zhou people can do it! Since you dare to come, don't even think about leaving!"

"Barbarian warriors, charge! Let these ignorant Zhou people see the might and dominance of our great barbarian tribe!"