Clouds veiled the sky. Without its warm light, the battlefield, thick with blood and clashing weapons, instantly turned bitterly cold.
Soldiers on both sides fired volleys at one another with Great Crossbows, while the Catapults likewise hurled without pause.
The Luo People held the high ground, putting the Qin Army at a natural disadvantage.
Thud!
A huge stone fell from high above, its tremendous momentum smashing a man's entire head down into his neck.
It was a horrific sight almost beyond description.
Killing with swords and sabers could intimidate only timid ordinary people; against battle-hardened soldiers, it instead stirred killing intent and hot blood.
But when a living person's entire head caved in within an instant, becoming an unrecognizable pulp, the visual impact was entirely different.
Before such immense force, where even a glancing touch meant death or injury, wearing armor or not made little difference.
Luo Ji stood atop the walls, watching from afar the casualties inflicted by the Great Crossbows and Catapults.
The Qin people stood in denser formations. Although protected by Large Shields, they still suffered considerable casualties before Luo State's Great Crossbows and Catapults.
The power of the crossbow bolts was utterly beyond comparison with ordinary swords, sabers, and arrows.
Even when an armored soldier took a Great Crossbow bolt head-on, his armor caved in directly, the sharp bolt pierced his chest, and bright red blood gushed ceaselessly as he died on the spot.
As for the unarmored soldiers, sometimes several corpses were skewered on the same bolt.
Watching the slightly disordered Qin formations, Luo Ji nodded in satisfaction. It seemed Qin State's finest troops had not taken the field today.
Of course, Luo Ji was not counting on things like Catapults to kill the Qin people.
That would have been laughable. Unless deployed on an