Chapter 210

"The Qin Emperor has come too? Hahaha!"

Touman Chanyu hugged a Han woman he had snatched, drank horse milk wine in large gulps, and laughed at the various leaders in the tent.

"Just right! I'll take his skull to make a wine vessel, letting those soft-legged sheep in the south know the power of the grassland eagles!"

The tent was filled with wild laughter and clamor.

The next day, afternoon.

At the foot of the Yin Mountains, a vast grassland with lush water and grass.

The black, dense Qin army phalanx, like a forest of steel, was solemn and silent.

Opposite them were Xiongnu cavalry covering the mountains and plains, with messy attire, waving scimitars and bows, emitting wolf-like howls.

300,000 cavalry spread out, the momentum was terrifying, the sound of horse hooves rolling like muffled thunder.

Ying Zheng stood on the high war chariot, in black imperial robes, standing with his hand on his sword, looking at the Xiongnu cavalry like dark clouds in the distance, his expression calm.

Meng Tian, Wang Jian, and other generals stood solemnly on both sides, hands on their sword hilts.

All the Qin soldiers gripped their weapons tightly.

Just at this moment, Gu Shanhe's voice sounded calmly:

"Your Majesty, let me take the first merit of this battle for the army, to boost morale."

Ying Zheng turned his head, only to see Gu Shanhe nod slightly at him, and then, under the gaze of hundreds of thousands, he stepped out of the war chariot.

Without the help of anything, he walked out into the air step by step,

As if there were invisible stairs beneath his feet, bearing him toward the mid-air in front of the two armies.

"Guoshi!"

"Immortal!"

In the Qin army formation, irrepressible exclamations erupted.

Although they knew the Guoshi was extraordinary, seeing someone walking through the air with their own eyes, the visual impact was incomparable.

The Xiongnu camp opposite was in an instant uproar.

"What... what is that?!"

"A wizard who can fly among the Qin people?"

"Tengri (Eternal Heaven)! What have I seen?"

Panic, like a plague, began to spread in the eyes of some Xiongnu cavalry.

Humans instinctively feel fear toward unknown powers that transcend common sense.

Touman Chanyu also saw it, and his heart skipped a beat.

But he immediately forced himself to stay calm, drew his scimitar, and roared in a mix of broken Xiongnu and the few words of Qin language he had learned:

"Don't be afraid! That is the Qin people's trick! It's an illusion!"

"Eagles of the grassland, use your bows and arrows to shoot this bird playing god down for me!"

"Whoever hits him will be rewarded with ten women and a thousand head of cattle and sheep!"

Under heavy rewards, there must be brave (desperate) men.

In the Xiongnu formation, tens of thousands of archers drew their bows, and although most cavalry bows did not have enough range, there were many powerful bows and archers standing on horseback.

Following Touman Chanyu's order, a cloud of arrows, carrying a shrill sound of piercing the air, covered the sky and sun, heading toward that solitary white figure in mid-air!

"Guoshi, be careful!"

In front of the Qin army, Meng Tian couldn't help but exclaim.

Ying Zheng also gripped his sword hilt tightly; although he had confidence in Gu Shanhe, the scene of ten thousand arrows being fired at once was truly terrifying.

Gu Shanhe hovered in mid-air, facing the whistling rain of arrows, his expression not changing in the slightest.

He didn't even make any defensive posture, just gently raised his left hand,

Extended his index and middle fingers, pointing like a sword, and pointed vaguely at the dense arrows in front.

"Freeze."

A faint syllable was uttered.

Time seemed to be stretched and solidified at this moment.

Those tens of thousands of arrows, carrying powerful kinetic energy and capable of piercing heavy armor, stopped in unison in mid-air, still a hundred paces away from Gu Shanhe.

They hovered eerily in the air, the arrowheads trembling slightly, the tail feathers swaying gently, but they could not advance even a fraction!

Between heaven and earth, except for the sound of the wind, there was dead silence.

The Qin soldiers widened their eyes and opened their mouths.

The Xiongnu were even more like ducks whose necks had been pinched; all the howling and noise stopped abruptly.

The ferocious grin on Touman Chanyu's face froze completely, turning into unbelievable terror.

Gu Shanhe's left hand, pointing like a sword, slowly swept to the side.

"Returning them to you."

Following the trajectory of his finger, that terrifying rain of arrows, which had been stagnant in mid-air and covered the sky for hundreds of paces, turned their direction in unison!

The arrowheads were aimed at where they had come from—the Xiongnu army!

The next moment, the stillness was broken.

With a speed faster than when they came and a more fierce momentum, this metal cloud of death rolled back, pouring down toward the dumbfounded Xiongnu cavalry formation!

"No—!"

"Run!"

"It's divine punishment! Tengri is angry!"

Desperate screams, wails, and the frightened neighing of horses instantly replaced the previous clamor.

The rain of arrows fell into the dense cavalry formation like a hot knife cutting through butter.

Sharp arrowheads pierced leather armor, tore flesh, warhorses fell with mournful cries, and riders fell one after another like wheat being harvested.

This single wave of "returned" arrows caused thousands of casualties in the Xiongnu vanguard, and what was more terrifying was that it completely crushed their psychological defense!

"Devil! He is a devil!"

"The Chanyu has angered the messenger sent by the gods!"

Chaos, like a breached flood, spread rapidly through the 300,000 Xiongnu army.

Many tribal cavalry didn't care about Touman Chanyu's orders at all, turning their horses around to run.

Touman Chanyu's eyes were about to split; he knew that if he couldn't stabilize the army's heart immediately, this battle wouldn't need to be fought.

He roared hoarsely, killing several fleeing minor leaders around him, trying to suppress them.

In mid-air, Gu Shanhe looked at the enemy army on the verge of collapse below, his eyes without sorrow or joy.

He slowly raised his right hand, palm upward.

"Sword, come."

The clear voice was not loud, but it clearly spread to every corner of the battlefield.

A golden longsword appeared in Gu Shanhe's hand.

It was exactly the Heavenly Dao Sword rewarded earlier.

The moment he gripped the hilt, Gu Shanhe's entire aura changed abruptly.

If he had been a transcendent and indifferent immortal before, at this moment, he was a Heavenly Dao sword about to be unsheathed to cut through everything!

He held the sword in his right hand, vertical in front of him, and his left sword-finger brushed across the sword body that was smooth as water.

The Foundation Establishment True Essence in his body poured into the sword without reservation.

"Ten Thousand Swords, Return to the Origin."

The "Heavenly Dao Sword" emitted a clear, ringing sound, flew out of his hand, and hovered above Gu Shanhe's head.

The next moment, the sword body shone with golden light.

One became two, two became four, four became eight... In the blink of an eye, thousands of golden light swords, identical to the "Heavenly Dao Sword," densely filled the sky behind Gu Shanhe!

The sword tips pointed exactly at the chaotic Xiongnu army below.

The golden light illuminated half the sky, and also illuminated the faces of countless Xiongnu people distorted by terror below.

"Go."

Gu Shanhe pointed his sword finger at the Xiongnu center army below, where the most conspicuous wolf-head banner (Touman Chanyu's royal flag) was located.

"Swish swish swish swish—!"

Ten thousand swords fired at once!

The sound of piercing the air was sharp and ear-piercing, forming a movement of death.

Countless golden sword lights poured down toward the Xiongnu center army.