In the image, the nomad cavalry had split into dozens of units. Following the mounted archery encirclement tactics passed down by their ancestors—the tactics they excelled at most—they closed in on the Blood Qin heavy infantry, who had formed a circular formation, from every direction like blades of steel.
But what greeted those nomad cavalrymen was a sky-filling barrage of heavy crossbow bolts.
Heavy bolts as thick as thumbs and a foot and a half long tore through the air with soul-scattering shrieks, shooting wildly across the sky like scattered meteors. Each Blood Qin crossbowman's heavy crossbow could unleash twelve bolts at once—twelve bolts so staggering they left people dumbfounded and cold to the bone!
Moreover, their range reached an astonishing five hundred meters! Such range meant that within three hundred meters, their heavy bolts could punch through ordinary heavy armor. Standard plate armor simply could not guard against the piercing power of these heavy crossbows.
And the ruthless Blood Qin commanders had deliberately allowed those nomad warriors to charge to within less than a hundred meters before ordering a volley.
At such a short distance, every shot from the Blood Qin Empire's magical heavy crossbows could pierce the lightly armored nomad cavalrymen. The thick bolts passed through their bodies, then buried themselves in the bodies of the comrades behind them. Like bloodthirsty, frenzied venomous snakes, the heavy bolts tore through one frail body after another, sending great numbers of nomad cavalrymen flying.
Nomad cavalrymen flung from their saddles were everywhere. Blood sprayed everywhere. Arrows struck the Blood Qin Empire's soldiers everywhere, yet could only throw up a few sparks, utterly unable to pierce their heavy armor.
Almost the instant they met, half the nomad cavalry had been battered senseless by that savage rain of arrows.
The Western Continent's repeating