Chapter 940: After the Battle (1/2)

Translated by: Hypersheep325

Edited by: Michyrr

The darkness swiftly receded, exposing this mysterious Arab raiding force for the first time. Somewhat dazzled by the light, a bearded soldier of the Wings of Death raised an arm to block his eyes and had his horse trot backward. The Wings of Death were so used to attacking their enemies from the shadows that they found the sudden light of the torches extremely uncomfortable.

In truth, the entirety of the Wings of Death showed signs of panic at the appearance of these torches.

”Damn it! Put out these torches now!”

Nurman almost instinctively felt danger. The situation was extremely poor, as it seemed like the enemy commander had already found a way to deal with his men. Never in his career had he felt such intense danger.

”Withdraw!”

Nurman raised his arm high in the air and gave the order to retreat. But he was too slow, as the enemy commander was far more formidable than he had anticipated.

Boom!

A bowstring twanged, and a ballista bolt more than one zhang long flew out from behind the first defense line, shooting through one of the Wings of Death. So swift was his death that he didn't even have time to scream as the bolt punched through both him and his horse.

The ballista bolt continued unabated, in the end piercing through six Wings of Death before disappearing into the darkness.

Great Tang ballistae!

Nurman immediately realized what had happened, and his face grew as white as paper. During the day, he had seen these ballista bolts in action. The howl of each one through the air was the roar of the death god.

For this night raid, he had intentionally chosen an area not defended by the Tang ballistae. He had not expected them to arrive so soon.

”Run!”

Nurman was no longer just nervous, but in a complete panic. The range of the Tang ballistae was far greater than the scimitars of the Wings of Death, as was their power. In a direct confrontation, the Wings of Death had no chance against this Tang heavy weaponry.

To put it simply, the Great Tang ballistae were the bane of the Wings of Death!

”Retreat! Retreat! Retreat!”

After shouting the order three times, Nurman immediately began to ride away. Behind him, the Wings of Death began to flee with him. However, the Great Tang had prepared long for this moment, so how could it allow them to easily escape? If Nurman's Wings of Death survived, they would continue to inflict gruesome massacres on the Tang forces.

Boom! Boom! Boom! The ballista bolts poured in from all sides, fired en masse at the fleeing Wings of Death. Warhorses were fast, but they could never outrun ballista bolts. Levers were pulled and the air thundered as the once-unstoppable Wings of Death were cut down like weeds.

Thud! Crash! In the blink of an eye, countless cavalry of the Wings of Death had been felled, their corpses scattered along the ground. The whinnies, screams, thuds, and the booming of the ballistae created a discordant din as the pungent scent of blood began to waft through the darkness.

This one-sided conflict had rapidly tilted in the other direction. Nurman's Wings of Death, which had dominated the field, were now being dominated by the Great Tang ballistae.

”Release! Release! Release!”

In the distance, Chen Bin was swinging his arm down again and again, releasing volley after volley of ballista bolts at the fleeing Arabs.

”Let me see just how far you can run!”

Chen Bin's expression was cold and hard as iron. These Arabs were far too crafty, their methods of attack far too dreadful. It had taken mere moments for the defenders behind the steel walls to suffer grievous casualties. This was a group of elites extremely skilled in night raids. Their methods were clearly well thought out and planned, from the archers extinguishing the torches to attract attention to the scimitars coming in afterward to reap the harvest.

No ordinary force of soldiers was capable of this, so Chen Bin could not let them escape.

”Release! Release! Release!”

Chen Bin's expression was cold and his eyes devoid of emotion. Staring at the Wings of Death, he swung his arm down again and again.

Chen Bin was the true commander of the ballista army, and he had been with it from its establishment up to the present. He was the only one who could utilize their full might; not even Xu Keyi was capable of replicating his performance.

The ballista bolts continued to snatch away at the lives of the Wings of Death, each inflicting large losses. However, Chen Bin's eyes were focused on one person. Although ballistae did not have as great a range as catapults, they could still fire extremely far, and in Chen Bin's hands, dealing with a single person was far too easy.

”It's too late to think about escaping!”