Endless Winter: My Camp Upgrades Infinitely

Chapter 1025: Chapter 367: Evasion and Surprise Attack, Jiangxia’s Complete Victory, Secret Letter, Counteroffensive (Part 3)

More than three thousand people directly plunged into the Snow Forest, galloping towards the west. The two kilometers distance was reached in an instant, and they soon saw the enemy army forming almost a black cloud a mile away on the west side.

Although it was nighttime, Ice Abyss is snow-covered all year round, so it was not particularly dark, and the temperature on the North Bank of the Heng River was extremely low with transparent ice everywhere. Compared to other areas, the night visibility here was higher, so the marching troops of Dajue Temple had hardly any torches except for a few in the front row.

The sight of an army of eighty thousand people is certainly overwhelming under normal circumstances. However, for people who just came from Hongguan Camp, they naturally wouldn’t be too impressed, since the camp had gathered a force of eighteen thousand troops within this period.

"Release arrows!"

Jiang Yuanlong did not waste a word; as soon as he entered the 200-meter shooting range, he directly ordered the people behind him to release arrows.

"Release arrows!"

Swoosh swoosh swoosh...

Of course, the command to release arrows was also issued on the side of Dajue Temple.

The rain of arrows from both sides determined the superiority.

On the Jiangxia side, there were no more than three thousand Cold Resistance Level, with only the eight hundred Jiangxia Town soldiers behind Jiang Yuanlong equipped with strong bows. The remaining two thousand or so people from the Seven Towns were barely equipped with bows.

On the Dajue Temple side, at least forty to fifty thousand people were equipped with bows.

Under the disparity of more than fifty times, if the arrows released by Jiangxia could still be called a rain of arrows, then what Dajue Temple released would be an arrow curtain.

The arrows released by the eight hundred Cold Resistance Level were instantly overwhelmed.

Clang... Clang... Clang...

But being overwhelmed was not the end.

The arrows released by Jiangxia not only directly broke through the dense, rain-like arrow curtain of the enemy but also accurately flew towards the front row of the enemy army. Had it not been for the timely intervention of the Zen Temple Bhikkhus from Dajue Temple and the Cold Resistance Level of Qinghepu to block the arrows, this wave would likely have slaughtered a considerable number of people.

In contrast, the arrows released by Dajue Temple were dense enough to basically hit people on Jiangxia’s side, but other than sparking a few light flashes, not a single arrow could cause harm. Even apart from an occasional arrow aimed at the eyes that could make someone flinch, the vast majority of people did not even move their bodies, standing directly in place under the rain of arrows.

The eight hundred people behind Jiang Yuanlong kept shooting rapidly without stopping.

"The Jiangxia Town’s eight hundred people are all equipped with strong bows requiring a pull force of at least one horsehair and are wearing Thousand Forged Iron Armor; Dajue Temple’s casting technology does not suffice, so they wear Hundred-forged Iron Armor. The shooters are mostly in the Earth-digging Realm. No matter how numerous, it cannot make up the difference, so there’s no comparison in bow shooting."

Standing in the front row, Lu Yang wielded his blade to split the several iron arrows flying towards his face, glancing at the arrow quivers on the backs of the eight hundred people behind Jiang Yuanlong, realizing they were almost empty, his eyes slightly narrowed.

"Attack!"

Jiang Yuanlong evidently observed the arrow quivers of his shooters as well. Seeing most had emptied their arrow quivers, he drew his longsword with a roar and charged directly towards the Dajue Temple’s army formation.

"Attack!"

The eight hundred people of Cold Resistance Level from Jiangxia followed closely, followed by the two thousand one hundred Cold Resistance Level people from Seven Towns, all rushing towards the army under the command of their leaders.

The two hundred-meter distance was very close for the Cold Resistance Level.

More than three thousand individuals wearing Thousand Forged Armor and possessing a strength of at least one horsehair simultaneously charged towards the west. Even though this group was not a regular army, but just a random assemblage from Eight Towns, the momentum caused was extremely terrifying.

Whoosh...

The airflow stirred by the crowd caused fierce winds in the North Shore Snow Forest; icicles fell from trees, and the ice on the ground could not withstand the kinetic power generated by the charge of three thousand Cold Resistance Level and cracked open.

"Stop them!"

The commander of Dajue Temple remained Yan Xin Chief.

He clearly did not anticipate that Jiang Yuanlong would dare to lead three thousand Cold Resistance Levels to charge ahead prematurely. Seeing that many troops behind had not yet stepped forward, knowing the formation on his side had not yet completely unfolded, his voice carried a trace of panic, hastily sending five thousand Zen Temple Bhikkhus and more than three hundred Cold Resistance Levels from Qinghepu to counter them.

Bang...

After nearly forty days of suppression, the others may not know what it felt like, but Jiang Yuanlong and the eight hundred Cold Resistance Level behind him clearly had accumulated too much fury in their hearts.

After all, only Jiangxia Town had lost its territory, and with Hongguan about to be lost tonight, they charged the fiercest, their killing intent the strongest.

Jiang Yuanlong was the only person on Jiangxia’s side without armor, but he was the first to charge into the enemy’s front row. Upon reaching the formation, his sharp sword unsheathed with a sudden swift movement, causing a silver glow to fill the front row, pushing back the surrounding dozen or so Zen Temple Bhikkhus.

Bang...

Simultaneously, the eight hundred armored Cold Resistance Levels behind him charged into the crowd like thunder striking, instantly creating a breach in the front row of five thousand Zen Temple Bhikkhus, then seamlessly expanded the breach outward, providing room for the people from Seven Towns behind.

The foremost Jiang Yuanlong deftly avoided the red Zen Stick striking from overhead, intending to force back Yan Xin in front of him, but noticing in the corner of his eye a Bhikkhu with Hair approaching from the flank, his eyes flashed with coldness. His body suddenly turned, his sword swung in tandem, slicing to the left.

Splurt...

One sword sealed the throat!

Blood sprayed from the throat of the Zen Temple Bhikkhu, who fell with dissatisfaction in his eyes.

"You beast, daring to kill my Zen Temple Bhikkhu, arghhhh, die!"

While engaging in combat himself and still managing to kill, Yan Xin’s rage was evidently provoked by Jiang Yuanlong. His face showed none of the usual calmness and serenity, flushed red, eyes ablaze, as he attacked ferociously at Jiang Yuanlong with his red Zen Stick.