Slaughter! The Aesthetic of Violence from the Great Snow Dragon Riders!

The Oirat Grand Preceptor Yesen, full of high spirits, sat astride his horse at the front of the formation.

He had just received a plea for reinforcements from Arutai, and immediately led a hundred thousand troops, rushing here without stopping.

In his eyes, this was simply a perfect opportunity bestowed by Eternal Heaven to annihilate the main force of the Ming army.

A Commander of Ten Thousand pointed at the sparse tents in the mountain valley in the distance and said excitedly, "Grand Preceptor! Those are the remnants of the Ming army ahead!"

"No more than twenty thousand at most, all looking like frostbitten eggplants, utterly defenseless!"

"That good-for-nothing Arutai couldn't even deal with these twenty thousand, and yet he asks me for help."

Yesen let out a dismissive snort, his eyes filled with contempt.

"Grand Preceptor, look! What is that?"

Following the direction his personal guard pointed, Yesen narrowed his eyes.

He saw that a black army had appeared at the front of the Ming remnants.

There weren't many of them, perhaps around three thousand.

They formed a strange formation, not like they were preparing to charge, nor like they were defending, just stopped quietly on the snowy plains, as if waiting for something.

"Black armor? What kind of unit is this from the Ming army? I've never seen them before."

Yesen frowned, a flicker of doubt crossing his mind.

But this doubt was quickly replaced by the confidence brought by the absolute superiority in numbers.

"Whatever unit it is! Three thousand men dare to block my hundred thousand strong army? It's simply a mantis trying to stop a chariot!"

Yesen drew the golden saber at his waist, pointed forward, and issued the order for a general assault.

"Pass down my order! The entire army charges! The first to break into the Ming army's camp will be rewarded with a hundred head of cattle and sheep, and ten women!"

"Ooh ooh ooh ooh!"

The hundred thousand Oirat cavalry let out earth-shattering cheers.

They were like a gray tide, surging from all directions to the west, sweeping towards that small black army and the Ming remnants behind it.

The ground trembled, and the tidal wave formed by the sound of hooves seemed about to overturn the entire sky.

On the high ground of the valley, Zhang Fu and the others watched the apocalyptic scene, their faces pale.

"It's over... It's completely over now..."

Zhu Yong closed his eyes in despair.

Even Zhu Di, who had just regained hope, felt his heart tighten, his palms sweating.

Although he had said he wanted to see it with his own eyes, facing the group charge of a hundred thousand strong army, any strategy or skill seemed pale and powerless.

Only Zhu Zhanjun remained calm.

He even had the leisure to turn back and wink at Zhu Di.

"Grandfather, watch closely."

"Next, it will be time to witness a miracle."

After speaking, he turned his horse's head, faced the world-destroying gray tide, and slowly raised the Horse Spear in his hand.

"All troops, listen to my command!"

"Shenbi Crossbows! Three-stage volley! Prepare!"

The three thousand Great Snow Dragon Riders quickly divided into three rows.

The soldiers in the first row half-crouched, firmly planting the Shenbi Crossbow's supports into the snow, their muzzles angled slightly upward.

The soldiers in the second and third rows stood behind them, holding their crossbows to shoot horizontally.

A three-dimensional, all-encompassing firepower net instantly took shape.

"Distance, five hundred paces!"

"Four hundred paces!"

"Three hundred paces!"

The scouts' voices echoed through the formation.

The Oirat cavalry grew closer, and they could even make out the ferocious smiles and greedy eyes on the enemy's faces.

"Fire!"

The moment the foremost Oirat cavalry charged within two hundred paces, Zhu Zhanjun's Horse Spear swung down heavily!

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

There was no earth-shattering roar, only a dense whistling sound that seemed to tear the air apart!

The first row, a thousand armor-piercing heavy arrows, were released from the strings, drawing arcs of death across the sky, landing precisely in the center of the charging Oirat formation.

"Thwack thwack thwack thwack!"

It was the sound of arrows piercing flesh.

The Oirat cavalry, charging at full speed, were thrown from their horses and fell in large numbers in an instant.

Their leather armor was as fragile as paper against these specially made armor-piercing heavy arrows.

Immediately after, before they could even react, the second volley of flat-trajectory shots arrived!

A thousand crossbow bolts formed a horizontal line of death, sweeping across.

The charging Oirat cavalry fell like wheat mowed down by an invisible scythe, in swathes.

Blood and severed limbs spread out a cruel tapestry on the snow.

"Fire!"

The third volley of crossbow bolts followed hot on their heels.

Another thousand lives were reaped in an instant.

By the time the third volley was finished, the soldiers in the first row had already completed at least two reloads and shots.

A perfect, continuous, circular volley!

An insurmountable barrage of steel and death appeared before the Oirat army.

Yesen's smile froze completely on his face.

What was he seeing?

He saw his warriors falling in swathes when they were still more than a hundred paces from the enemy, without even being able to touch the enemy's clothes.

He saw that black army, not retreating but advancing, and while conducting saturation fire, they were actually slowly pushing forward!

They walked and shot, and with every step forward, the barrage in front of them extended forward.

The Oirat cavalry, enveloped by the barrage, went completely mad.