Cultivation Simulator: Starting From The Empress' Palace-Chapter 171 Duke of Thunder helps me

Whoosh!

The crossbow arrow shot towards us with a powerful sound of wind-breaking.

"Pfft!"

A soldier who tried to cut the iron chains was instantly pierced by the crossbow arrow, which then went straight through the soldier’s back and embedded itself into a large tree trunk, creating a big hole, causing the tree to shake violently.

Chen Mo’s pupils constricted slightly, so fierce.

He shouted, "Quick, dodge!"

At the same time, he swiftly leaped out, picked up a large knife that had fallen on the ground, and quickly reached the chain’s side.

"Not good, everyone, aim at him,"

Zhang Ping ordered.

A row of crossbow carriages immediately adjusted their angles, aiming all crossbow arrows at Chen Mo. The rebels used their feet to pull the strings, pulling with all their strength, while a rebel beside them injected True Qi into the crossbow arrow.

Ordinary crossbow arrows would explode under this force when injected with True Qi, but this specially crafted crossbow arrow was different.

Once they were ready,

crossbow arrows shot out violently.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

The speed was almost imperceptible to the naked eye, dozens of times faster than ordinary crossbow arrows.

With a flicker of golden light in his eyes, Chen Mo caught the movement trajectories of the incoming crossbow arrows. His form blurred with motion as he swung his blade, with a swift and sharp radiance, slicing through three chains in an instant.

After cutting the chains, he quickly retreated, slipping into the trenches that had already been dug in the rear.

This kind of miraculous operation.

Astounded all the spectators on the two hills.

"So strong..." Once again, Chen Mo’s prowess broadened Qin Hao’s horizons.

"On guard." After finding a place to hide, Chen Mo shouted.

The hidden archers once again bent their bows and nocked their arrows, waiting for the rebels’ next attack.

"Daoist technique, Realm of Transcendence..."

Opposite, Zhang Ping raised his brow, his face solemn; he hadn’t expected that there was a Daoist expert on the opposite side.

"It must be someone from the Shenxiao Sect. Damn it, what are the people in the Black Shadow doing? Didn’t they say there were no Shenxiao Sect experts participating in this Song Army operation?"

Zhang Ping’s heart was boiling with anger.

He belonged to Taiping Dao, another Daoism faction.

Recognizing Chen Mo’s Shifting Form and Position technique at a glance.

"General, what do we do now?" the personal soldiers beside him asked.

"Cut down a few of the towering trees on the mountain and bring them over to build a bridge for me,"

Zhang Ping recalled seeing several trees as thick as two people hugging on the mountain, at least twenty meters tall, and the distance between the two hills was no more than twenty meters, perfect for a bridge.

"Understood."

A team of men retreated downwards.

Then Zhang Ping ordered others to bind the remaining chains to crossbow arrows and shoot them into the trees and rocks on the opposite hill.

Archers provided covering fire.

Zhang Ping speculated that there couldn’t be many people on the opposite side, or they wouldn’t be hiding like this.

And on Zhang Ping’s side, manpower was not lacking.

He was prepared to pile up with human lives.

Burn the ships and bridges.

...

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Another round of crossbow arrows came shooting over, and Chen Mo ordered everyone to get down.

Because over there, except for Chen Mo himself who could withstand these arrows, the others couldn’t.

Getting hit meant death.

However, Chen Mo could also see that these crossbow arrows were specially made, indicating the rebels had a limited supply.

It’s impossible to keep firing them indefinitely.

While Chen Mo’s side was suppressed.

Zhang Ping quickly ordered people to use the chains to rush across.

Although the battle was chaotic, with the help of the Ancient Heavy Pupils, Chen Mo quickly grasped the enemy’s movements.

"Release arrows!" Chen Mo commanded.

"Swish!"

"Swish!"

"Swish..."

A torrential shower of arrows was unleashed towards the opposite cliff, and amidst the rebels’ anguished screams, many were hit, their steps faltered, and they fell from the chains, down the cliff.

Not one made it across.

"Continue!" Zhang Ping’s face remained cold, ordering his men to keep charging.

He had already formed a battalion of personal soldiers to enforce the orders, executing anyone who disobeyed.

One round of attacks after another.

Gao Zheng came up to Chen Mo and said, "Sir, we’re running low on arrows."

Hearing this, Chen Mo frowned; after all, the entire army comprised only about two hundred archers with a limited supply of arrows. Even though they had crafted some simple arrows beforehand, they could only make so many in that short time.

It wasn’t enough for several volleys.

"Don’t release them so densely anymore. Let the skilled archers take precise shots; the rest should hold off for now," Chen Mo thought for a moment and said.

"Understood," Gao Zheng retreated.

...

"I’m not going over anymore! The Song Army’s arrows are too fierce, charging forward is just throwing away our lives. Run!"

After several rounds of futile charges, panic finally set in among the rebel ranks. When it was almost their turn to charge, they became terrified and began to retreat.

"Pfft..."

Their retreat was met with the battalion’s large blade.

"Those who dare to retreat, die!"

The large blade withdrew from a deserter’s chest, holding it aloft, the blood on the tip gleaming coldly as it trickled down the blade, Zhang Ping said, "Keep going!"

"Go, quickly!"

"You’ll die if you don’t move."

The battalion also began to urge them on.

Thus, another round of cannon fodder began.

Seeing the sparse arrow rain of the Song Army, with some people still crossing, a smile finally appeared on Zhang Ping’s indifferent face. He shouted, "Brothers, charge! They have no more arrows!"

"Kill!"

"Kill..."

At Zhang Ping’s command, his personal soldiers finally began to lead the charge.

"Quick, release all the arrows, leave none behind," Chen Mo turned around and ordered as he saw the number of people charging from the other side increasing.

"Swish, swish, swish..."

A dense rain of arrows shot out from the dense forest, and those rebels attempting to cross were shot down one by one, falling off the cliff.

"Retreat quickly, they still have arrows. They’re sending us to our deaths, don’t believe them..."

On the cliff of Duanbei Mountain, a rebel’s words were cut short as Zhang Ping decapitated him, saying, "Go, continue charging!"

After another two rounds of assault.

The opposing side didn’t shoot an arrow.

The rebels were overjoyed because whether they charged or not, death awaited. Now seeing that the enemy had no arrows left, it was like they had picked up another life.

"Go! Go! Go!"

The rebels slid down using chains and finally reached the other side.

Without a moment’s pause, they rushed into the dense forest from where the arrows were being released.

As they charged.

"Release!" Chen Mo shouted loudly.

A massive rolling log, bound in green vines, descended from the sky, swinging towards the rebels.

The rebels in the lead were hit by the swinging log, knocked flying, and fell to the ground crying out in anguish.

But this was just a drop in the bucket.

As waves of rebels surged forward.

The two sides were still destined for close combat.

Soon.

The two sides fell into chaos.

"Quickly, cut the chains," a Song soldier shouted.

Just then, they heard a whizzing sound.

Looking up, they saw a dense rain of arrows falling down.

"Pssh!"

"Ah... ah..."

"Get down!"

This arrow rain did not distinguish between friend or foe, and within the area it covered, almost all were either dead or wounded, whether rebel or Song soldier.

Only those with exceptional martial arts skills could block the arrows and evade them.

"So ruthless," Chen Mo’s face darkened as he saw those soldiers lying in pools of blood.

The other side even killed their own people.

He understood the opponent’s intent.

They were trying to outlast him.

But the other side could afford it, Chen Mo’s side could not.

After all, the opponent’s numbers were nearly a hundred times more than his.

"Go!"

"Keep going!"

Although under this round of arrow rain, more of his people died than the enemy, they still had the overall advantage.

...

"Sir, what should we do now?" Qin Hao and others asked urgently.

"We can only take a gamble." Chen Mo murmured.

"Hmm?"

Just as Qin Hao and the others were puzzled, Chen Mo shot forward, intending to cut the chain again.

Zhang Ping saw this and smirked coldly, "Dare to show yourself again, I was waiting for you."

He muttered an incantation, quickly forming seals with his hands, "With my True Qi, I unite with the creation of heaven and earth."

"Duke of Thunder, assist me!"

Zhang Ping pointed at Chen Mo.

Suddenly, thunder roared in the sky, and the rumbling sound caused panic among the Song soldiers.

On the rebel side, a cheer erupted.

"The Celestial General has manifested!"

"The Celestial General has appeared again!"

In an instant, a Silver Thunder descended from the Nine Heavens.

With a loud boom, it struck the rebel camp, causing a massacre.

The Song Army was dumbfounded.

The rebels fled in panic.

Chen Mo took the opportunity to cut all the chains and smiled slightly at Zhang Ping on the other side, "Duke of Thunder does not aid those doomed."

This thunder, naturally, was something Chen Mo had interfered with.

It is known that the Thunder Department is under the jurisdiction of the Celestial Lord of Universal Transformation, the Thunder God of the Nine Heavens.

And what Chen Mo practiced is the Supreme Nine Heavens Yueqing Dafan Ziwei Xuan Du Thunder Jade Scripture of the Celestial Lord of Universal Transformation. In the same realm, Chen Mo could naturally interfere with the thunder summoned by Zhang Ping.

If Chen Mo’s realm was one or two levels higher than Zhang Ping’s, he could even prevent the thunder from being released.

Of course, if Chen Mo’s realm was lower than Zhang Ping’s, he would naturally be unable to interfere.

But this interference consumed a significant amount of his True Qi.

One-fifth of the True Qi stored in his Dantian was instantly gone.

"How is this possible?" Zhang Ping’s mouth was wide open, clearly encountering such a situation for the first time and not knowing what had happened.

But he could vaguely guess it had something to do with Chen Mo.

"Where are the crossbow arrows, shoot him, shoot him dead!" Zhang Ping immediately became furious.

"Reporting to the General, the crossbow arrows are all gone," his subordinates reported.

Zhang Ping’s expression changed, and then a commotion arose from the rear. A gigantic tree, carried by nearly a hundred people, was slowly being moved forward.

Zhang Ping’s face once again showed delight. When they reached the cliff edge, he commanded them to quickly set it up.

"Not good, the rebels want to build a bridge." On the opposite side, Qin Hao and others saw this situation and their faces changed dramatically.

"Building a bridge?"

Chen Mo squinted slightly, then sneered, "Since you released it earlier, now taste my thunder!"

"Nine Heavens Profound Temple, transform into Divine Thunder, mighty heavenly might, assist me in battle.

Duke of Thunder, assist me!"