Chapter 257

At this moment, at the foot of the Tianshan Mountains, the commander of the Hunye army facing the Han Army was also paying attention to Jia Jing's actions.

The Hunye chief commander, Galedama, stared fixedly at every move of Jia Jing, and when he saw him take out a huge iron bow,

Galedama's expression tightened, his complexion slightly changed.

He first glanced at the frightened soldiers to his left and right, then pressed down the unease in his heart, forced himself to calm, and said loudly:

"General Jia Jing of the Han must be trying to intimidate us; at a distance of eight hundred paces, he surely wouldn't think of shooting and killing me with an arrow from so far away, would he?"

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

"I suspect he thinks we don't know the range of his bow and arrow, and is using this gesture to frighten us."

"So that we will move our banner backward, destroying our army's morale! We absolutely cannot be deceived by him!"

"At this moment we must remain calm; our troops are watching us..."

However,

Before he could finish speaking, his expression suddenly stiffened.

Because he saw Jia Jing place a thick iron arrow on the bowstring, and at the very moment the arrow was nocked, he suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of panic and danger welling up from deep within his heart.

It was as if the most terrifying beast in the world were staring at him fixedly!

Galedama broke out in a cold sweat instantly, and the alarm in his mind rang wildly.

He had no doubt at all that this iron arrow could take his life from a distance of eight hundred paces.

In his haste,

He wanted to shout for his nearby guards to bring shields forward for defense, but it was already too late!

Hum!

An extremely sharp buzzing sound rang through heaven and earth, and the black arrow instantly vanished from Jia Jing's bowstring.

Turning into an invisible streak of light, it flashed across the sky.

Its speed reached the extreme!

In the blink of an eye, the arrow swept across the open ground before the two armies.

In the shocked gazes of countless Han and Hunye soldiers, the iron arrow shot straight and swiftly into Galedama's chest.

It sprayed a burst of bright blood, knocking him from his horse, and his body fell stiffly to the ground.

At this moment,

A cold wind swept past, and all the Hunye soldiers around Galedama stared as if they had seen a ghost, mouths agape, unable to believe it.

Pfft!

Galedama, lying on the ground, suddenly spat out a mouthful of heart's blood.

His expression still held a trace of panic, fear, and resentment—what a pity!

The panic and fear were naturally due to his life swiftly ebbing away!

And the resentment was, who spread the rumor that General Jia Jing of the Han could shoot no farther than five hundred paces?

Now Galedama has proven with his life to everyone under heaven that General Jia Jing of the Han can clearly shoot eight hundred paces.

Moreover, he clearly felt that kinetic energy remained on the arrow, not fully released—what a terrifying divine arrow!

Jing's divine valor is truly unmatched through the ages!

False Qing, Great Yuan, you all lost without injustice! General Jia Jing of the Han didn't even use his full strength against you!

Only I, Galedama, am the sole enemy in the world who made him exert his full effort!

What a pity… the Hunye still lost this battle after all!

And while the Hunye army was in utter chaos after Galedama was struck by the arrow, countless Han soldiers likewise witnessed the arrow's magnificence.

Their spirits were greatly lifted, and they burst forth with a heaven-shaking roar, the booming sound echoing across the land!

"General's divine might!"

"General is invincible!"

"Roar!"

Tremendous cheers rose from the Han ranks, countless Han soldiers roaring, striking their armor with weapons to cheer Jia Jing's divine archery!

The Han army's might shook the heavens, endless robust roars drifting across the land, as if at the foot of the Tianshan an ancient storm had arisen.

The shouts of twenty thousand gradually merged into a sound wave that surged straight to the clouds, shaking the valleys of the Tianshan as if they themselves were trembling.

Facing the Han army's boundless momentum, the Hunye ranks began to stir restlessly.

Their frontline cavalry involuntarily began to retreat, while the archers behind had trembling fingers, unable to draw their bows.

The fallen Galedama, lifeless on the ground, was like a knife that gouged out their last bit of courage.

"Hold steady!" the Hunye deputy commander Saiyin Boke, seeing this, disregarded his own inner fear and roared hoarsely again and again, "No retreating! Nobody is allowed to retreat!"

He swiftly rode forward a few steps, trying to steady the formation, his wolf-tooth club held high, voice hoarse from exhaustion: "Don't panic, absolutely don't panic……"

But his lone roar was obviously insignificant, having no positive effect on steadying morale.

Meanwhile, Jia Jing had already nocked a second arrow.

This time, his gaze was directed at the Hunye army's banner!

Once again he drew the bow to a full moon.

The arrowhead flashed with a cold light in the sunlight, like the eyes of the god of death.

"Hum……"

The second arrow left the string.

This arrow was faster, fiercer, and more accurate than the first.

The sound of the arrow tearing through the air was not a whistle, but more like a wail…… it was the sound of rending the air, rending the heart, rending every obstacle.

In the terrified gazes of countless onlookers, the flagpole of the Hunye army's wolf-head banner snapped at the sound.

That huge wolf-head flag fell from midair, smashing into the ground in front of Saiyin Boke's horse, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The wolf-head pattern on the flag was smeared with mud, turning its ferocious visage into something ridiculous and pathetic.

The sixty-thousand-strong Hunye army fell into deadly silence, as if losing its voice within the ranks.

Saiyin Boke and the other Hunye commanders lowered their heads to look at the wolf-head flag at their feet, each staring wide-eyed, faces ashen.

Eight hundred paces away, one arrow killed the chief commander, another snapped the great banner.

What the hell are we still fighting for?

Hold out for two more days? We can't even last two hours, or the time it takes to burn two incense sticks!

This Han general, Jia Jing, is truly not human!

He is a demon god! He wields the power of ghosts and gods!

"How is that possible? At such a distance, how could he shoot that far? Is he even human?"

A Hunye army commander muttered in shock.

"Why aren't you running? Do you just want to wait here to die?"

Vice General Batu Erce, his face pale with fear, was the first to duck behind his personal guards, hiding his figure, lest he become Jia Jing's next arrow‑killed soul.

Seeing this, the other Hunye commanders all snapped to attention, each scrambling to retreat to the rear.

They had completely lost the momentum to keep fighting the Han Army, and lacked the courage to face Jia Jing's arrowhead directly.

At that moment, their minds held a single thought: flee as far as possible!

Meanwhile, Jia Jing, seeing the Hunye army in utter chaos before him, had no desire to shoot another arrow—and not everyone was worth his effort!

Now the Hunye army had utterly lost its will to fight under his two arrows, its morale shattered.

Meanwhile, the Han Army roared to the heavens, its morale like a rainbow, and this battle already held no suspense.

Jia Jing's desired effect has already been achieved!

This is the immense impact an invincible commander brings to the age of cold weapons.

Often, personal valor can decide the outcome of a battle on the battlefield!

And Jia Jing, without a doubt, is such a commander!

The Han Army troops with him seem to have been infused with a soul.

Under Jia Jing's leadership, they will sweep away all enemies before them, victorious in every battle, unstoppable in every attack!