Chapter 70: Chapter 070: The Battle Ends
“Whoosh!”
A black streak pierced through the darkness, as Richard’s third arrow once again hit a tree outside the camp.
After glancing at it, Bill Caesar really wanted to ask Richard why he shot at the trees instead of the enemy. Did he have a grudge against the trees? But the next mont, he noticed that the third arrow Richard had just shot seed to strike right at the tail of the first arrow, splitting it open and nailing it to the tree trunk.
This…
Coincidence?!
Bill Caesar was stunned and heard Richard whisper to himself the next mont, “Hmm, that should do it.”
Outside the camp, under the command of the leader, a new formation was arranged, and many soldiers began to string their bows in preparation to shoot.
Inside the camp, Viscount Lansite had already called for everyone to take simple defensive asures, holding shields in front. Though not completely immune to damage, it could fend off so of it.
anwhile, Richard shouted, “Arrow,” took an arrow from Bill Caesar, placed it in his hand crossbow, and, for the fourth ti, raised it to truly aim at the leader outside the camp.
Outside the camp, the leader shouted and lifted his hand high, ready to give an order.
Inside the camp, Richard placed his hand on the trigger, his arm muscles tensed, holding his breath, his brain flashing through nurous collected data:
Distance: 153m (±0.05m);
Height difference: 0.3m (±0.02m);
Wind direction: North West 13.5° (±0.1°);
Wind speed: 3.5m/s (±0.1m/s);
Gravity: standard value;
Air humidity: 50% (±3%);
Hand crossbow error: 4.5% (±0.5%);
Heart rate impact: …
Arm tremors impact: …
…
“Swipe!”
The leader outside the camp was about to strike down his hand.
“Click!”
Inside the camp, Richard pressed the trigger of the hand crossbow.
“Whoosh!”
The bowstring of the hand crossbow tensed and slung, releasing the stored elastic potential energy into kinetic energy acting on the arrow. The arrow whistled out, accelerating, tearing through the darkness like lightning toward the target.
And then… it hit!
The leader was clad in full iron armor, with a helt, and his face covered, resembling an iron can. The impact on the armor part could only be a minor injury even if it penetrated. Richard aid at the eye slit left open on the face cover.
“Thud!”
The arrow precisely penetrated through the slit, and blood imdiately spurted out like a fountain of crimson.
“Ah!”
The leader let out a scream of agony. The raised hand didn’t manage to co down, as he fell backward. The arrow had penetrated his brain, causing instant death.
Outside the camp, the many soldiers poised to attack were montarily dumbfounded, turning their heads in astonishnt towards their leader’s… corpse.
The mont they were about to launch the attack, ti seed to pause.
For a long, long ti…
When nurous soldiers could barely hold their bowstrings anymore, and their necks were sore from twisting around, finally, one of them gathered courage to approach the leader’s body, ready to check whether he was dead or alive.
But before he could get close, an arrow shot through the darkness, entering through the gap between his helt and armor, piercing his entire neck and shattering his spine and throat.
“Bang,” he instantly beca the second corpse, falling to the ground.
Outside the camp, the soldiers beca sowhat agitated, but fortunately, soone stepped forward in ti, seeming to be a small leader, who shouted, “Don’t… pfft!”
He intended to say “Don’t panic,” but he didn’t manage to utter the last word “panic” before an arrow shot through his open mouth, piercing his head straight through.
“Bang!”
A third corpse was produced.
More bodies were inevitably going to pile up continuously.
Outside the camp, the soldiers started to panic, fear spreading rapidly; they set down their bows, and each one of them looked around cautiously. At this mont, the most important thing for them wasn’t to kill, but to survive.
Richard waited a while, and seeing that no foolhardy person was stepping forward anymore, he began to fire his hand crossbow at several soldiers closest to the camp.
One, two, three…
By the ti the fifth person died, the people outside the camp finally realized that those who were closer died faster, and imdiately began to run backward, scrambling over each other.
If they got far enough, hid in the darkness, maybe they wouldn’t be seen, targeted, or killed?
That’s what the soldiers outside the camp thought.
But they were obviously too naive.
In the next mont, a one-ter-diater ball of pale blue flas rose into the air, hovering about ten ters above the ground, resembling a searchlight or a miniature sun brightening both inside and outside the camp.
One wasn’t enough, then ca another, and finally, three appeared, arranged in an equilateral triangle in mid-air, visible from far away outside the camp.
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So, the arrows continued. One lethal arrow after another flew out, striking down person after person with frightening precision. Each ti, a life was taken.
The soldiers outside the camp watched in panicked horror, feeling as if the camp was a beast choosing its next al. Looking up at the three giant blue flas, they felt these were the monster’s eyes, spelling death for whover they gazed upon.
In the midst of fear, in an atmosphere of intense anxiety, the one-sided slaughter continued, morale plumting further.
“Whiz! Whiz! Whiz!”
One soldier after another fell, Richard murmuring a count under his breath.
“Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen… twenty-one!”
When the twenty-first person outside the camp had died, morale hit rock bottom, reduced to zero. The team that had co roaring in to surround and kill dispersed chaotically, fleeing in all directions, screaming.
So wanted to stand up and stop the retreat, but ultimately, no one did. They knew that standing out might stop it, or it might not, but getting killed by a well-aid arrow was a certainty. So… better to run…
Amid loud cries and screams, the entire army retreated like a tide into darkness, vanishing in the blink of an eye.
Inside the camp, Nobles and Gro looked at each other, wide-eyed.
Truth to be told, they had never had such a bizarre experience.
They were anxious, they were hurried, they were resolute, and they were prepared to fight to the death. Then, they were astonished and shocked. Following that, they grew cautious and perplexed. In the end, they were stunned and numb.
The enemy ca, and the enemy left.
They just stood there, not having moved at all.
Their hearts had experienced every conceivable emotion, yet the entire battle seed almost irrelevant to them. They were like a group of spectators, completely engaged and on the scene, but actually disconnected and ineffective.
Strangely, out of all of them, the only one who contributed to the fight was… Bill Caesar. At least, he kept supplying arrows to Richard.
Hmm, that… was impressive.
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