Chapter Five

  Tang Yin is a person who distinguishes between gratitude and resentment. Although he is cold-blooded and cruel by nature, it was his miserable childhood experiences that made him this way. In his lifetime, there were not many people who had truly been kind to him, and precisely because of this, as long as someone showed him a little kindness, he would remember it in his heart. How much more so for this middle-aged man who had saved his life.

  The middle-aged man didn't know he had just narrowly escaped becoming a ghost under Tong Yin's spear. He was frantic, shouting loudly at Tong Yin while pulling him to run backwards.

  What's the hurry? Can't you handle them yourself? Tang Yin furrowed his brow, stood firm, and didn't budge.

  The middle-aged man saw his stubbornness and pointed forward, shouting repeatedly.

  Tang Yan looked in the direction of his pointing hand, and his eyebrows immediately furrowed. Behind the white side, dust was flying everywhere, covering half the sky.

  Sandstorm? This was the first word that came to Tang Yin's mind, but he soon realized his mistake. It wasn't a sandstorm, but rather the massive cavalry troops charging at full speed and kicking up dust.

  The ground began to shake, and a rumbling sound like thunder grew louder from afar. Before the opponent's appearance could be seen, an overwhelming aura had already pressed down, making it hard to breathe.

  Tang Yin wasn't a fool, at this time he certainly wouldn't insist on staying any longer. Without the middle-aged man having to pull him, he turned around and grabbed the middle-aged man's wrist, then took off running.

  As the white cavalry regiment rushed over, the situation on the battlefield became even more one-sided. The black soldiers abandoned their resistance and retreated in batches.

  This run is a desperate struggle against death, many soldiers threw away their black helmets and armor as well as the weapons in their hands, the rout was like a bursting dam.

  Tang Yin dragged the middle-aged man, following the large army of Hei Fang, running and getting more and more suffocated. What's wrong with him? Why did he get into such trouble? First, he inexplicably slept in the forest, and then inexplicably got involved in this cold weapon era battle. What is going on here?

  Until now he still didn't understand how he ended up in such a situation.

  It's easy to get in, but it's hard to get out once you're in.

  It can be said that from the moment he put on the black uniform of Fang's soldier, his fate had changed, and he walked onto a thrilling and magnificent road.

  The escape continued, with the enemy relentlessly pursuing from behind. After escaping for a while, Tang Yin couldn't even remember how far he had run, only that the middle-aged man's physical strength was failing and he could no longer keep up with the speed, so he simply carried the middle-aged man on his shoulders.

  Tang Yin was slender in build and was running alone, but his speed was not slower than the people around him. He didn't seem to be panting or sweating like others, his footsteps were swift, and he occasionally left the fleeing soldiers behind. It wasn't until then that he realized this wasn't just a battle of a few hundred people, there were tens of thousands of fleeing soldiers on the black side alone.

  It is said that in a panic, one does not choose the road. This large batch of fleeing Black Iron soldiers has proven this saying to be true.

  It was unclear who led the way, but when they passed through a valley, they found that they could no longer run forward. It turned out that this mountain valley was a dead end, with a circular shape inside and only one passage at the entrance, without any other exit. At this time, thinking of turning back was already too late, as the entrance had been tightly sealed off by countless white-clad soldiers, to the point where even a mouse could not squeeze through.

  More than 3,000 black troops were trapped in the valley, while white soldiers gathered at the entrance of the valley, with a sea of white stretching far and wide, estimated to be at least 50,000 strong.

  The guide deserves to be hacked to pieces! Tang Yin secretly cursed in his heart while scanning the valley.

  The valley is very deep, with steep cliffs on all sides, as if it were cut out by a giant axe. The dark cliff walls are smooth and mirror-like, without any vegetation, even the most skilled mountaineers would find it difficult to climb up, let alone now when there are no climbing tools in hand.

  Tang Yin was a man who could remain calm under pressure, but now he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.

  Looking around at the black-clad soldiers, their faces were filled with despair. No wonder they were desperate - the numbers of both sides were completely disproportionate, and most of the soldiers had neither armor nor weapons, and those who were wounded were countless. Adding to this, they were now in a desperate situation, and almost no one still held out hope of survival.

  "Gurgle... Gurgle gurgle..."

  Suddenly a loud shout came from the entrance of the valley, and the voice was so loud that it could be heard clearly even at a distance.

  The shouting voice caused a stir among the lifeless black soldiers, and many of them slowly straightened their bodies and walked towards the valley entrance. At this moment, a burly man wearing a black military uniform and looking like a general suddenly let out a loud roar, shouting at the soldiers who wanted to walk towards the valley entrance, while the other soldiers sitting on the ground remained motionless, revealing contemptuous expressions.

  The soldiers walking towards the valley lowered their heads one after another, their faces flushed with shame, and slowly sat back down on the ground.

  Tang Yin didn't know what they were saying, but he roughly guessed that the white side had just shouted to persuade them to surrender, and someone on the black side was moved, but the general in charge stopped them.

  This general was quite bold and not a timid person! Thinking of this, Tang Yin couldn't help but take a few more glances. The general, who appeared to be in his thirties, had a rough and menacing appearance, with fresh blood on his face and body, making him look even more ferocious and terrifying.

  Tang Yin withdrew his gaze and turned his head to look at the middle-aged man beside him.

  The middle-aged man noticed his gaze, shook his head and sighed towards Tang Yin, saying something in a low voice. Although Tang Yin couldn't understand, he could sense the sadness and despair from his tone.

  What will they do next? Tang Yin furrowed his brow and thought silently.

  The enemy in the valley was quiet, but then another shout came from the other side of the valley, this time with a stern and icy tone, as if it were a final warning.

  "Roar——"

  The leading general suddenly turned his head and shouted loudly. In response to his call, all the soldiers stood up at once, taking their respective weapons with them.

  Is it time for the final battle? Tang Yin stood up with a bitter smile, following the crowd. He didn't know what kind of bad luck he had encountered, inexplicably falling into this dangerous situation. Even now, he wasn't clear where he was or who these soldiers around him were.

  He was pondering, when suddenly a whistling sound came from the direction of the valley, the sound getting closer and closer, from high to low. Tang Yin subconsciously raised his head, his eyes widening in an instant, only to see countless black feathered arrows flying in the sky, so many that they covered the entire sky, like a huge black cloth, even blocking out the sun. These densely packed arrows were rapidly flying towards the direction where he was standing.

  "Ah?" Tang Yin had never seen such a scene in his life, and he couldn't help but exclaim out loud, while instinctively crouching down.

  "Plop, plop, plop——"

  "Ah...... yeah......"

  The valley was empty and exposed, with no place to hide or take cover. The arrows poured down almost unimpeded.

  For a moment, the clashing of ironware at the bottom of the valley, the muffled sound of bodies being pierced, and the heart-wrenching screams merged into one. The dense, massive, and brutally fierce arrow array was like the palm of the god of death, wantonly ravaging all life that it could reach.

  The first to suffer were the soldiers who threw away their shields while fleeing, they had no armor to block the incoming arrows, and their bodies were almost instantly turned into porcupines, falling down in a pool of blood like hedgehogs.

  Those soldiers holding shields didn't last long either. The shields successfully protected their upper bodies, but not their legs and feet. From time to time, soldiers' legs and feet were pierced by arrows, and they fell to the ground with a miserable cry. Before they could get up, they were shot by the subsequent arrow rain, making them bloody and blurred.

  This is not war, but one-sided slaughter.

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