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Qin Haiyang's order was very short, and the four hundred soldiers' movements were neat and uniform, with winding, aiming, triggering, and movements in one go, smooth as water, without any hindrance, arrow clouds shot out one by one, they shot and retreated, with their legs in control of horses, and their feet were neat, always keeping a hundred steps away from the Yan army. In just a short moment, they had shot nine rounds, seven thousand two hundred poisonous arrows. Within two hundred steps, the Yan army's corpses accumulated, and more than 3,500 people were killed. There was no such thing as poisonous arrows being injured, and they died in blood.

The fierce death and strong fear made the Yan army stop charging. Six thousand Yan army stood two hundred steps away, arrayed and confronted the four hundred Anxi cavalry. One thousand five hundred crossbow soldiers stood in front, half kneeling on the ground, waiting for the order to shoot. They were two hundred steps apart, and the Yan army's crossbow arrows could not pose a threat to the four hundred Anxi soldiers within this distance.

But no one dared to rush forward anymore. Even their chief general Li Kezhong was unfortunately killed. Everyone understood that rushing forward meant death. The battlefield was very quiet, filled with a pungent smell of blood. Every Yan army soldier had fear in his eyes. They had never seen such a powerful army. Four hundred people were like a crossbow formation of four thousand people. They could actually exert the power of the crossbow so vividly.

At this moment, a shocking explosion suddenly broke out in the gunpowder factory where the flames soared. The warehouse where the paper sky thunder exploded. Twenty thousand paper sky thunders exploded. In the valley, the bright flames rushed to the sky thirty feet high, and then formed a huge mushroom cloud, rushing straight to the sky. The fierce waves it caused razed everything in the valley to the ground. Even the beacon-burning sentry towers on the top of the mountain disappeared, and all the trees were swept away.

All the Yan army were stunned. Most of them fell to their knees in fear, covering their ears and shouting in terror, venting the unbearable fear and pressure of their hearts, and their hearts seemed to burst.

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But the Sibai'an West Cavalry did not move at all. They were like stone sculptures, holding crossbows that had been replaced with arrow boxes and coldly aimed at the Yan army two hundred steps away. The huge explosion could not affect their hard will.

Qin Haiyang looked back, his eyes were filled with worry. In the darkness, hundreds of cavalrymen rushed over. Ji Sheng reported loudly: "Report to General Qin, all tasks have been completed successfully, and our army has not injured a single person."

Before the explosion had yet to disappear, Qin Haiyang issued an order to withdraw his troops, and five hundred cavalrymen rode their horses toward the west. They flashed like a group of ghosts flying in the moon and disappeared into the west in an instant.

On the battlefield, only corpses were all over the ground and more than 6,000 lost soldiers.
Chapter completed!