Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 1113 The Alpha Wolf Pounces on its Master, One Spear Breaks the Life-or-Death Situation

The wolf pack also sensed something was wrong.

The alpha wolf stood up from the large rock and let out a long howl.

More than five hundred gray-maned wolves simultaneously stopped biting, turned around, and stared intently at the flag on the hillside with their cold wolf eyes.

Zhang Yuan's right hand fell down.

The bowstring twanged.

"Om-"

"Om-"

"Om-"

Yuan Mu stood behind the overturned cart.

He had witnessed volleys of arrows many times in his life.

The hunting team from Liuyun Village also had skilled archers. A dozen or so hunting bows fired arrows at the same time, with the arrowheads sparsely piercing the herd of beasts. It was considered good if they could shoot down a few.

He heard only one note from the bowstring.

Three hundred bows, but only one sound.

That wasn't the sound of a bowstring; it was a muffled clap of thunder.

The first wave of arrows he saw was not arrows, but a beam of light.

Three hundred armor-piercing arrows left the bowstring simultaneously.

The armor-piercing patterns on the arrowhead lit up simultaneously during flight, like three hundred small shooting stars.

The trajectory of the arrow was not the parabola he was used to seeing; it was flat.

Three hundred arrows flew a distance of one hundred paces, and the arrowheads hardly fell down.

That's no longer the speed of an arrow; that's the speed of a crossbow.

The first volley of arrows struck the densest part of the wolf pack.

The arrow pierced the hard skull of the demon wolf, pinning the first few dozen wolves to the ground.

Yuan Mu watched helplessly as an arrow pierced the head of a demonic wolf that was charging at the forefront.

The arrow continued flying forward, embedding itself in the rock behind it, its fletching still humming.

Before he could even take a second breath, the second wave of arrows had already arrived.

In the time it takes to breathe five breaths, three waves of arrows rain down.

The speed at which the arrows were shot was beyond his comprehension.

He subconsciously counted them.

From the moment I took my first breath to the moment I exhaled, the other side had already fired three rounds of shots.

The three rounds of arrows landed at different points.

The first wave nails the front row, the second wave blocks the retreat, and the third wave penetrates the middle.

The landing points are pushed forward layer by layer, as if someone measured them with a ruler.

The wolf pack's charge was repelled by a hail of arrows before it even began.

The ground was littered with arrow-struck wolves; some were already dead, while others were still kicking and howling.

The alpha wolf's eyes turned red.

"Roar--"

It raised its head and howled angrily, and the remaining four hundred or so demonic wolves stopped attacking the cart and all turned around and charged up the hillside.

The gray-maned wolf runs very fast.

They darted among the rocks and bushes like streaks of gray lightning.

The fastest-charging wolves crossed the valley floor in just a few breaths and headed straight for the hillside where the archers were standing.

Yuan Mu couldn't help but shout, "Watch out—"

On the hillside, the archers did not retreat.

Yuan Mu thought they were going to retreat.

In all the battles he had witnessed, archers were doomed if the enemy got close.

We must run backward and let the shield-wielding axemen take our place.

But the archers on the hillside stood firmly, their three hundred bows still fully drawn, arrows pointing straight ahead, as if the attackers were not four hundred wolves, but four hundred rabbits.

Then he saw why the archers weren't retreating.

Tuoba Tie's heavy axe had already arrived in front of them.

Two hundred heavy infantrymen on the left flank slipped through the gaps between the archers' ranks.

The triangular formation unfolds naturally as it moves.

Yuan Mu saw it all clearly.

The archers didn't retreat, and the heavy infantry didn't stop either.

The two groups passed each other on the hillside.

The archers continued firing through the gaps created by the heavy infantry. The heavy infantry whizzed past the archers, rushed to the front, landed, and formed a battle formation.

Throughout the entire process, no one gave any orders, and no one looked back.

That kind of coordination isn't something you practice; it's something you hone through repeated practice until it becomes an instinct.

Tuoba Tie was at the very front.

He swung the heavy axe in a wide arc and brought it down.

The energy-gathering patterns on the axe blade. The visible shockwave that explodes outwards.

With a single axe stroke, he cleaved the leading wolf in two.

Yuan Mu stared at the heavy axe, his pupils shrinking slightly.

He had seen the axes used by the Tuoba tribe before; the blades were blunt, the handles were crooked, and they would chip after a few swings.

After the heavy axe cleaved a demonic wolf in two, the light on the axe blade did not dim; instead, it shone even brighter.

On the axe's surface were two lines he couldn't understand.

The two lines, after being stained with wolf blood, began to rotate on their own, deflecting the splattered blood droplets.

He had never seen such a weapon before.

This is not something passed down from the ancestors of the Tuoba tribe.

The two hundred men behind Tuoba Tie pressed down simultaneously.

Those in the front row, armed with heavy weapons, directly confronted the charge of the wolf pack.

The spears in the middle row pierced through the gaps.

The crossbowmen in the back row are firing at close range.

The wolves crashed into this iron wall, like waves hitting a reef; the harder they crashed, the more shattered they became.

Ayan on the right wing also pressed down.

The hundred-man team lined up in a row to block the valley entrance, stabbing back the wolves that tried to escape one by one.

They surrounded them on three sides and suppressed them with a hail of arrows on the other.

The wolf pack was trapped in the middle of the valley, unable to move forward or backward.

Zhang Yuan rode on his horse, surveying the entire battlefield.

He wasn't looking at wolves, he was looking at people.

When Tuoba Tie's triangular formation pressed down the hillside, the second spearman in the third row on the right flank took an extra half step.

Zhang Yuan's brow twitched.

He had corrected that half-step many times on the training field.

Now that they were on the real battlefield, the spearman himself felt it.

He slipped and retreated to the correct position, simultaneously thrusting out his spear at the perfect angle.

After firing the third wave of arrows, Amu's archers automatically split into three groups.

The first group continues to press down on the front.

The second group shifted their firepower to block the fleeing wolves on the left.

The third group began to target and eliminate scattered individuals attempting to flank the heavy infantry from the melee.

He had only mentioned this method of segmented firing once during training, and had never practiced it specifically since, but now they were already using it on the battlefield.

Ayan's horizontal line blocked the valley entrance, and the demon wolves charged three times.

The first time was to charge in scattered formations, the second time was to charge in concentrated formations, and the third time was to feign a charge in two separate groups.

Ayan's response changed three times as well.

Scattered troops charge, the central lane is reinforced, and the left and right sides are separated to block.

Every change they made was one step ahead of the dire wolves' tactics.

Zhang Yuan nodded slightly.

He's learned formations quite well; he's starting to resemble a veteran of the Unmoving Army.

The alpha wolf lay on a large rock, its eyes fixed on the man on horseback on the hillside.

It suddenly jumped down from the big rock.

Like a gray lightning bolt streaking across the battlefield, it leaped over Tuoba Tie's triangular formation, crossed Ayan's horizontal line, and hurtled straight towards Zhang Yuan on the hillside.

Its speed was extremely fast. Tuoba Tie turned around and swung his axe, but only managed to hit the tip of its tail.

Tuoba Shan charged in from the side.

He rode the Iron-Spine Bull and rammed away two demon wolves that tried to help.

The demonic leopard fangs embedded in the skull helmet on the bull's head pierced through the stomach of one of the wolves during the charge.

Taking advantage of the bull's momentum, Tuoba Shan thrust his short spear through the bull's neck.

The armor-piercing patterns on the spear tip lit up the instant it was thrust out. (End of Chapter)