Daring to Advance Through Mountains of Blades, Never Retreating from Seas of Fire, Always Leading Every Battle, and Never Turning Back Even in Death

The entire battlefield was in chaos. As always, Gongsun Zan's side was fighting with soaring morale, cutting Yuan Shao's army down until it retreated step by step.

Meanwhile, the rank-and-file soldiers in Yuan Shao's army had no idea what was happening. They simply followed the crowd, while the attention of every high-ranking officer was focused on the center of the battlefield, where the Death Warriors stood. Yuan Shao and all his civil and military officials were watching, including Zhang He and Gao Gan, who were trapped in the enemy formation and struggling bitterly to hold out.

A year of preparation, and victory or defeat would be decided in this one stroke!

At the center of the battlefield, the Death Warriors were three or four hundred meters away from Zhang He and Gao Gan's formation. Once the White Horse Warriors finally fought their way through Yuan Shao's army, only the isolated Death Warriors remained standing in their path.

Facing the charging White Horse Warriors, the three thousand Death Warriors wore expressionless faces. Only the blood-red clouds of battle qi churned endlessly around them. Qu Yi's face twisted viciously as he let out a furious roar. "Fire!"

At once, the three thousand men drew their bows and loosed their arrows in perfect unison. The twang of three thousand bowstrings merged into a single sound as a dense rain of arrows swept toward the White Horse Warriors. Though scattered friendly troops who had somehow survived still remained in the area, they did not exist in the eyes of the Death Warriors.

There was only death in their eyes—the enemy's death, or their own!

Foot bows had far greater killing power than mounted bows, and they were easier to draw with force, allowing for a faster rate of fire. At that moment, the three