When the spearmen collided with the Hun cavalry, the expression on Ren Rong's face in the center of the army did not change in the slightest. As a commander-in-chief, he knows that the four words "mercy does not command the army" are indeed out-and-out truths.

The essence of war is to better send soldiers to death. After so many years, he has already learned to "ignore death". After going to the battlefield, there is only one thing he has to do, and that is to use his ability to lead the army to victory, which is the duty of the commander.

After the speed of the Huns' follow-up cavalry was reduced to a dangerous threshold, Ren Rong's eyes were sharp, and he immediately ordered the archers to attack, and the cavalry that lost their speed was a live target in front of the archers.

The military order was quickly sent to Peng Rou, the general of Zuoji, by the heralds, and Peng Rou had been waiting for a long time, and she immediately ordered an attack.

All the archers of the Joyama Army were transferred to her command. After hearing the order, everyone pulled out three arrows from the quiver behind their backs, two of which were inserted into the ground in front of them, and one was placed on the bowstring, and then the muscle fibers of the two arms expanded and contracted, and the bowstring made of cow tendon made a "collapse" and "collapse" sound.

"Put!"

As soon as the officer gave the order, the taut bowstring bounced back, and the sharp arrow shot into the sky. After the strength was exhausted, it drew a graceful arc and turned downward, and gravity acted on the long arrow, causing it to fall faster and faster. And the direction pointed by the arrow was the Hun cavalry that had stopped.

The Huns on the opposite side had already noticed the arrows falling from the sky, and they desperately waved their weapons in their hands, trying to push the arrows aside.

But such efforts were in vain, and the arrows fired by the archers of the Joyama army were too fast and dense, and black arrows rained down every corner of their bodies. In an instant, the breath of life disappeared from these people's bodies.

"Put!" "Put!"

Two more military orders sounded, and the rain of arrows fell, and a corpse lay on the ground.

The cavalry behind pulled the reins and stopped, all with frightened expressions on their faces. The killing of the Joyama army was cold and merciless, and under such a dense rain of arrows, even if they were wearing iron armor all over their bodies, it would be useless.

If it weren't for the fear of being punished by the Great Black Sky after death, they would probably have been unable to turn around and run away by now.

In front of them, the corpses of their companions and horses were piled together, forming a wall of flesh and blood that was three meters high.

After firing three arrows in a row, most of the archers' arms were sore, and they were temporarily unable to shoot again. So the officer gave the order that the remaining men who had spare strength were free to shoot.

Gai Yuntian squinted his eyes, and pulled out another arrow from his quiver, aiming at a Hun man.

This is a very fierce-looking fellow, and at this time he is brandishing the saber in his hand, shouting at the people around him, and seems to be very dissatisfied with their "cowardice". At his urging, the others who were originally hesitant also showed shame on their faces and were ready to attack again and wash away their "shame" with their actions.

But before they could urge the war horse, Gai Yuntian's fingers loosened and an arrow shot out. A faint True Qi attached to the arrow, making the speed of the arrow three points faster.

The fierce Hun was about to charge again with his companions, when suddenly a long arrow flew in front of him in the face. At the critical moment, he leaned over, flipped to the side of the horse, and borrowed the body of the war horse to cover himself.

The long arrow flew dangerously against his scalp, making him break out in a cold sweat.

But before he could rejoice that he had escaped, another arrow was fired at him, still aimed at his face. The archer is very persistent and seems to not stop until he shoots his head through.

He had no room to dodge, so he had to howl and slash out.

His knife is very good, and this knife is right on top of the arrow. However, what he didn't expect was that the arrow was actually spinning constantly, and his knife was deflected by this rotating force, which did not affect the trajectory of the arrow in the slightest.

Finally, the arrow hit the center of his eyebrows, shooting through the hard skull like an electric drill, opening a skylight in front and back.

"What a quick arrow!"

That was the last thought that crossed the Hun man's mind, and darkness ensued.

The person next to him watched the whole process of his arrow. When he flashed the first arrow, they all wanted to cheer him on. But no sooner had their voices come out of their throats than they could blurt out, when the second arrow came.

The archers seemed to have long anticipated where the enemy would hide, and the two arrows in front and back formed a perfect coordination, successfully harvesting the soul of the target.

The death of the Hun sent chills through the hearts of his companions, and the courage he had just mustered was gone. No one dared to say that they would survive such terrible archery.

But there was no order, and they did not dare to retreat, and for a time they were in a dilemma.

After shooting the two arrows, Gai Yuntian turned his head to the other side, looking for the next target.

After becoming Peng Rou's personal soldier, he got a practice as he wished. With the help of True Qi, his already superb archery skills suddenly went to a new level. He had already made up his mind that he would not stop until he had all the arrows in the quiver he was carrying.

Under the cover of the archers, the spearmen, who had already suffered heavy losses, retreated, licking their wounds like a wounded beast, waiting for the moment to strike again.

The sword and shield men also moved closer to the middle, filling the gap created by the retreat of the spearmen.

Cheng Kun was amazed by the archers' extremely efficient killing, and such a dense and accurate blow was still a shadow of bullets on the battlefield in later generations.

These three waves of arrows rained down more than 6,000 casualties of the Hun cavalry, who not only avenged the spearmen brothers, but also tore off a piece of meat from the enemy with profit, which made the Hun commander Hu Yan feel pain to the heart.

Ren Rong was not satisfied, he was keenly aware that the Hun cavalry on the opposite side of the battlefield was hesitating. They were a little stunned by the attack just now, and the enemy general didn't know what he was thinking, and he didn't give the order in time to turn the situation around.

Opportunity!

Ren Rong immediately ordered Lieutenant Li Yan to lead the cavalry to attack and take advantage of the chaos to rush and kill. Now that the opponent has exposed his weakness in front of his eyes, he categorically has no reason to let it go.

Li Yan watched the others fight, and his heart that had been waiting for him was anxious. As soon as the military order arrived, he immediately led a group of his men to attack.

Instead of taking the nearest route, he ran around to the flank of the Huns, and then began to give the order to charge.

The sound of horses' hooves sounded again, this time with the Huns facing the unstoppable charge.

When they were not as disciplined as the Dingshan army, the desperate infantry stopped the cavalry charge. No one gave the order, and the Hun cavalry, realizing that they had been attacked by the enemy, had to judge for themselves what to do.

Some people want to turn their horses' heads and run away, and some people want to meet the enemy and fight to the death, and the scene is chaotic. The officers on the Hun side tore their throats, and there was nothing they could do to stop the situation from worsening.

Their eyes were a little desperate, and a great rout was about to appear in front of their own eyes......