Three days later, the New Army straightened their battle formation, deployed their array, and launched an attack against the opposing Xiyan Army. At the very first charge, the blue iron arrows from the enemy side poured down like a sheet of rain. Strangely, the moment the arrows left the crossbows, as if struck by a magic curse, they all turned and flew straight up into the sky. When they fired a second time, the exact same thing happened. While the New Army soldiers stood there blinking in bewilderment, their own arrows arrived. Although they couldn't compare in volume and speed to crossbow bolts, the Fangfeng Clan's archery was truly formidable; before the enemy knew what hit them, corpses were lying in heaps.
Taking advantage of the chaos, the vanguard charge had already reached the front lines for hand-to-hand combat. Strangely enough, the moment the Xiyan soldiers dropped their guard, their weapons seemed to have a mind of their own, wanting to fly out of their hands, making them extremely awkward to use. In close-quarters combat, they had to divide their attention to channel spiritual power just to keep hold of their weapons, instantly falling to a disadvantage in the fight. Once any weapon slipped from their grasp, it was pulled away by some unseen force, drifting up into the air.
The situation of the battle can well be imagined. The New Army surged forward wave after wave, their battle cries shaking the heavens. Sweat mingled with blood, freely splashing across the …
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