Chapter 692: One Arrow Is Enough

The three envoys left in anger, the cavalry also moved, beginning to quickly shift formation.

Bai Li Hu couldn't help but keep watching Old Three, and had to admit that this guy was now his mainstay. Seeing this guy finish arranging the formation, he narrowed his eyes. The envoys had already run over a hundred meters, when he suddenly bent down and pulled out an extraordinarily ornate bow from the saddlebag on the horse's belly.

The Great King drew the Sun-shooting Bow and began aiming at the envoys, saying, "How dare you show me disrespect? I'll give you a taste of being knocked off your horse!" Whether or not to kill the envoys, the Great King had no such rule. As long as the other side had reached the gate, he was in a good mood.

Bai Li Hu looked at him, then at the three horsemen receding farther away, and said incredulously, "They've run that far—can you still hit them?"

Hearing the idol's burden come up again, the Great King forgot that Si Pangzi was beside him. He turned the arrowhead, waiting for the three horsemen to close the distance, then began aiming at the middle one—whether it veered left or right, as long as he hit one!

The bow was drawn to a full moon, curved like a cold moon; ignoring the fancy design, the arrow cluster on the string glowed with a cold light. After a moment, he suddenly released— a sharp whistle tore through the air, and the target the Great King had aimed at… the rider on the right was struck by this powerful, heavy arrow, and was directly flung forward by the force, falling in front of the horse.

Struck by the Sun-shooting Bow, then trampled by a warhorse that couldn't react in time, the person made no struggling motion and just lay still, lifeless.

Bai Li Hu sucked in a cold breath, as if meeting San Pangzi for the first time, turning to stare at him several times. Consider that when the Great King released the arrow, the other side had already run at least three or four hundred meters—what kind of strength could carry a person away like that!

The Great King noticed his gaze, lifted his chin at him, but kept his eyes fixed ahead, saying, "How about it? Does my archery match the martial power to unify the world? This bow can blast open city gates, let alone flesh and bone." He was smug and proud.

Bai Li Hu felt relieved, and no longer found San Pangzi's smugness eyesore; he anxiously asked, "They're running far away—won't you shoot another arrow? Leaving one to go back would be enough, right?!" There are still two people!

The Great King thought, If you weren't here I'd definitely give it a try; if I shot this next arrow and sent it flying, wouldn't that be embarrassing? Then… the effect of that first arrow would be greatly reduced!

He gave an inscrutable look: "One arrow is enough."

Bai Li Hu, seeing this, believed it without doubt and began to imagine.

The three envoys were shot down only after they had run half the distance; looking at it, it seemed the other side deliberately waited until they were far away before firing that arrow, and Pu Nu felt the opposite side was provoking him.

What else is unclear? This is a broken negotiation.

His face grew ever uglier.

"……Great Jin has completely changed the heavens." Looking back hundreds of years, when had the Central Plains ever been this resolute?

He zoned out for a moment, his mind in turmoil, when he heard someone ahead exclaim, "……The flag has been changed, it's the You Character Flag!"

"……They are the Mysterious Armor Cavalry of the Northern Border!"

"No, the masked ones up front are Baili Jing's Personal Guard Battalion, the elite of Youzhou, never leaving his side……"

"The King's Flag! Isn't the gold‑bordered flag of Great Jin the King's Flag?! How could that be? Is the little emperor in the formation? How could they be here?!"

Pu Nu's heart raced, he faintly felt something was off, as if things were slipping out of his control.

One of the three envoys died, the remaining two desperately ran back, and Pu Nu had no time to think much; the remaining five hundred meters passed in an instant, bringing the allied army the Great King's shocking oral order.

Ceding a thousand li of land, Pu Nu actually laughed out loud.

"Unappreciative! Then we'll just march south over ten thousand corpses!" The grassland had experienced a severe cold snap not seen in a hundred years; he could only worry about his throne and his stomach now. Offending Baili Jing was no longer in his considerations.

"Is Baili Jing in the formation? How did the opposite side raise the King's Flag?" Other leaders also asked.

The two envoys shook their heads, clueless; the ages of the two who had just stepped forward didn't match at all.

"I don't know whether he's in the formation; just now no one of that age showed up."

Looking back at the enemy's position, well, the soldiers up front just now weren't dressed like this either—where did this bunch of mask‑wearers come from?!

"There's no precedent in the Central Plains for randomly raising battle flags; whether the emperor is in the formation or not, with over ten thousand troops they'd all know for sure—no need to feint. The flag just now from Shuofang Pass is the real feint, put up for us to see. It seems Baili Jing really is in the formation; the matter……isn't such a coincidence." The bald‑headed Xianbi Yulü King sighed.

"Even immortals wouldn't help! Would our 200,000‑strong allied army fear the enemy's mere 10,000 cavalry?"

Indeed.

Pu Nu drew his waist blade and held it overhead, shouting, "Whoever takes Baili Jing's head shall be made Right Virtuous King!"