Lanling used spiritual power to lock onto the six enemies at the top of the bunker, calculating their movent trajectories, the speed of his arrows, and other factors.
A dozen seconds later, calculations were complete.
He took a deep breath.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
Six Chain Arrows shot out like lightning.
The six arrows traced different arcs through the air, flying over a distance of a hundred ters.
And then...
"Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff..."
The six arrows simultaneously pierced into the foreheads of the six n, killing them instantly,
Nobody saw this, so no one could witness this defying mont.
Chain Arrows are not rare; it’s rare that six arrows shot in succession arrived simultaneously, killing six different targets at the sa ti, which is indeed defying.
The six n on the bunker did not make a sound and died instantly.
Then, Lanling used a Bloodline Force Critical Strike to rush across the hanging bridge covering several dozen ters, reaching the bunker on the other side, climbing swiftly to the top, crawling along the hole, and entering the chanism room.
"What’s going on?" The lazy question ca from a tribal soldier in the chanism room.
Seeing it was Lanling, he was first startled, then imdiately tried to turn the chanism to destroy the hanging bridge.
"Swoosh..." Lanling’s sword flashed, decapitating him swiftly.
The suspension bridge was secure. Lanling leapt to the top of the bunker and signaled passage with a torch.
Imdiately, a thousand soldiers of the Foreign Tribe Army began crossing the bridge.
Considering the bridge’s load-bearing capacity, thirty n would cross at a ti.
During this process, Lanling stood atop the bunker, bow drawn, using spiritual power to lock onto every corner to ensure more than a thousand soldiers crossed the bridge smoothly.
A dozen minutes later, over a thousand soldiers successfully crossed the bridge.
A re two hundred ters ahead lay the Chira Departnt gathering area.
The distance from there to the Chira Tribe’s War Horse Camp was only one thousand eight hundred ters.
At this mont, because of the upheaval in the mountaintop castle, the Chira Tribe’s residents had awakened and stood outside looking.
Were Lanling to lead the Foreign Tribe Army in, they would undoubtedly be discovered.
Lanling began to disguise himself, donning a silver mask and a cloak.
This was a fiery red cloak, exclusively belonging to Nini’an.
Then, he loudly said, "All Foreign Tribe Army, heed my orders, head to the mountaintop castle for rescue."
At the sound of his voice, Dina and the brothers of the Foreign Tribe Army jumped in fear.
This was Nini’an’s voice, exactly alike!
Nobody expected Lanling to possess such a skill, to mimic Nini’an’s voice perfectly.
Moreover, his stature, though slender and not brawny, resembled Nini’an’s when wearing the red cloak, just slightly taller, but this would be hard to notice in the night.
Then, Lanling led over a thousand Foreign Tribe Army soldiers swaggering down the tribal streets.
"All tribal residents, return inside, close your doors and windows. Any found walking on the streets shall be killed without rcy!" Lanling commanded with Nini’an’s voice all the way.
On the street, so tribal residents were dumbfounded and couldn’t leave in ti.
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh..." Lanling drew his sharp sword and swiftly cut them down.
Instantly, all the tribal residents on the streets rushed back ho at top speed, closed their doors and windows.
"All Foreign Tribe Army, imdiately proceed to the mountaintop castle for rescue."
"All tribal residents, return ho imdiately, close doors and windows, do not obstruct the roads. Those who violate this will face death without rcy!"
This voice was sharp and icy, undeniably Nini’an’s voice.
Thus, Lanling led a thousand Foreign Tribe Army moving quickly, charging toward the War Horse Camp.
Suddenly, a small patrol cavalry unit appeared on the road. Hearing Nini’an’s voice, they felt it was not Miss Ninian.
Imdiately, the cavalry leader said, "Miss Nini’an, aren’t you supposed to be..."
Before he finished speaking, Lanling’s Chain Arrows shot out like lightning.
Within just two seconds, the patrol cavalry had been completely annihilated.
"Nine Centurions, mount up." Lanling ordered.
Instantly, Lanling and nine Centurions mounted their warhorses, continuing toward the War Horse Camp.
...
The Chira Tribe had over four thousand cavalry, with around six thousand warhorses.
Constantine’s main force took away over four thousand warhorses, leaving nearly two thousand in the camp.
The War Horse Camp was undoubtedly a military stronghold, so even in tis of resting force, at least a hundred tribal soldiers guarded it.
Lanling led the Foreign Tribe soldiers who had just approached the War Horse Camp and were imdiately discovered.
"Halt, what are you doing?" The tribal soldiers on the sentry post shouted.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..." Lanling’s never-missing Chain Arrows flew.
In an instant, five soldiers at the sentry post were killed.
"Enemies, enemies..." The soldiers in the War Horse Camp shouted in alarm, then the alarm bell rang, and the horn blew.
With a hundred n inside, it was impossible for Lanling to kill them instantly.
"Go..."
At Lanling’s command, dozens of Foreign Tribe experts followed him charging swiftly inside.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
Even in the dark, Lanling’s arrows never missed.
Because he didn’t rely on his eyes to aim but rather on spiritual power.
Within a few minutes, the hundred camp guards were completely wiped out.
"Mount up, mount up..."
At Lanling’s command, the brothers of the Foreign Tribe Army quickly selected warhorses, saddled them, and mounted.
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