On the southern ridge, another dense salvo of crossbow arrows rained down like a torrential downpour, striking a heavy blow to the Silver Armored Army that had just been lured to the north, with at least five or six hundred men falling to the barrage.
"Don't lose your formation, Chen An; keep an eye on the north!"
"As you command."
Seeing the morale that had just been boosted now crushed again by the ambush from the southern side, Ren Feixing could no longer hold back. After roaring orders to Chen An, he took the lead and charged towards the ambushing forces to the south.
Chen An then unsheathed a longsword half the size of his body, covered himself in True Qi, leaped over the Silver Armored Army below, and charged towards the north.