500 The Last God of War (1/2)

Before his words could even echo in the air, Han Sanhe's expression turned cold and ruthless. He raised his right arm with deliberate gentleness. What came after were firm, determined orders.

The routed Dongxuan soldiers who were fleeing for their lives saw hope in front of them when they witnessed their comrades reassembled in a calm manner. Slowly, their madness faded away, and they endeavored to return to their troop as well. To their surprise, thousands of bowstrings were pulled taut and arrows gleamed chillingly, pointed at a high altitude, but, oddly enough, in their direction.

Many Dongxuan soldiers saw this, but they were clueless as to the purpose of this maneuver and wondered who the target was. There was still a distance between them and Yutang's pursuing troops; the latter was not even within shooting range, so would they not be shooting aimlessly?

”Teacher!”

Zhan Ge, however, felt his heart skip a beat when he saw the assembled bowmen. Han Sanhe ignored his disciple's cry and issued his order nonchalantly, ”Shoot!”

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh.

Countless arrows blanketed the sky at once. It was not aimless shooting – Dongxuan's routed soldiers who were still pouring in from the front became the targets of this unexpected shower of arrows and succumbed with pained cries.

Just a single shower of arrows had stopped no less than ten thousand soldiers who were milling on the field. They were the last portion of Dongxuan's routed soldiers; they were also the connecting bridge between Dongxuan's troop which were getting themselves organized and Yutang's pursuing troop.

Han Sanhe had steeled himself to kill his soldiers for the sake of continued warfare, grimly severing this block of connection like a warrior who had broken his own wrist. He was utterly merciless!

As the rain of arrows stopped, the thick copper scent of blood permeated the air.

The smell of blood was common on the battlefield, but now that the source of this massive casualty was from their own men, the reactions were different. The Dongxuan army fell into an unprecedented silence.

The nature of militants was to obey commands. The thousands of archers knew what they were doing, but they had to execute the order that their superior had issued. Despite some degree of mental preparation, it had still come as a horrifying shock when the reality was laid before their eyes.

The thousands of archers were already reacting like this, thus, the other Dongxuan soldiers were even more frightened and perplexed.

”I know what you wish to say.” Han Sanhe spoke without any flicker of emotion in his eyes, ”You want to say that it's not too late to wait for them to reassemble. As long as we deploy the Shadow Cavalry that has returned, they would have made it back safely. Am I right?”

Zhan Ge's gaze was on the sea of the dead, watching the black stretch of corpses of his comrades, the bodies that looked so much like porcupines now. He felt his heart ache as if had been sliced apart, and for a moment, he forgot to answer his teacher.

”You have forgotten that time does not wait for us, nor for anyone else. Not only were they unable to fall into formation once they charge over, how would they be able to face Yutang's troop that were hot on their trail?”

Han Sanhe continued coldly, ”There is also the more pressing fact that their so-called attempt to regroup would only disrupt the troop that has already formed their combat power. You have to realize that any disruption and small disturbance at this point in time will pave the way for grave consequences. We wouldn't have had the chance to reorganize the army.”

”Then, once the enemy charges in to attack and build up their advantage, they can instigate the previous fear they triggered in their enemies once again. Then, the loss we would face would be thorough – death without burial.”

”Zhan Ge!” Han Sanhe called out faintly. His voice sounded indifferent, but his tone was laced with extreme harshness.

Zhan Ge quivered when he heard him, lifting up his head in fright, ”Teacher!”

”Listen carefully to me, watch seriously. This is my last lesson to you.” Han Sanhe said grimly, ”What follows is another lesson. This time, it is called… cultivating momentum!”

His words had not ended fully when his arm was raised again.

A loud roar suddenly exploded among his janissaries.

What followed quickly was thousands of people roaring simultaneously. The voices were earth-shattering.

”Fight!”

”Fight!”

”Fight!”

The spirits of both the horses and all the fighters were immediately lifted at the sound of the fiery challenge.

At the very next moment, a voice hollered, ”A ray of sword-light, mountains and rivers freeze!”

The voice was surprisingly stirring.

Three thousand janissaries stood as one, tall and proud. They mustered their remaining strength and cried out, ”A ray of sword-light, mountains and rivers freeze!”

It was a singular voice again, ”A ray of sword-light, mountains and rivers freeze!”

This time, even more people joined in the chorus, ”A ray of sword-light, mountains and rivers freeze!”