My Antique Mirror Is A Portal To Another World-Chapter 569: Intervention

The violent thunder shook the ground, sending panic through the Dizhu Tribe.

"What’s happening?!"

"The Beast God is angry!"

"This is divine punishment!"

Amid the terrified cries, the tribe leader rushed toward the shaman and seized her by the neck.

Gnashing his teeth, he roared, "Shaman! What’s going on? Why has the Beast God suddenly grown furious?!"

Choked by his grip, the shaman could only claw desperately at his hand.

When her wrinkled face turned red, the tribe leader flung her to the ground in rage.

Thud!

Slamming heavily onto the ground, the shaman coughed violently as she struggled to breathe. "Cough! Cough!"

After a moment, she looked up at the tribe leader and rasped hoarsely, "Tribe Leader... someone is interfering with the ritual."

Hearing this, the tribe leader turned around and glared toward the wall.

Catching his gaze, Feng Xiyan issued another command. "Qin Nu Archer Team, get ready!"

At his order, the soldiers stationed beside the war drums stepped forward and struck them in unison.

Du~ duru~ dum! Du~ duru~ dum! Du~ duru~ dum!

As the war drums thundered through the air, two hundred elite soldiers rushed onto the wall.

In less than two minutes, the archers were divided into two teams and formed two neat rows along the wall. Loading arrows onto their Qin Nu bows, the first team drew their bows fully and waited for the next order.

Meanwhile, the tribe leader of the Dizhu Tribe took the thunderous war drums as a direct provocation.

Gritting his teeth, he shouted coldly, "Attention!"

The moment his powerful voice echoed across the battlefield, the panicked tribe members calmed instantly.

Drawing his weapon, the tribe leader pointed toward Feng Xiyan, who was standing on top of the wall, and roared, "They dared to anger the Beast God! As the Beast God’s guardians, we must punish them!"

Hearing this, the tribe members’ blood boiled, and their morale surged. Drawing their weapons, they pointed toward the wall and roared in unison, "Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

As the last cry fell, the tribe leader shouted at the top of his lungs, "Charge!"

Leading in the front, he rushed forward fearlessly, with hundreds of tribe members following closely behind him.

Watching everything calmly from the wall, Feng Xiyan patiently waited until they entered the Qin Nu bows’ firing range.

When more than half of the enemy stepped within range, he raised his hand. When he lowered it, he ordered, "Release the arrows."

At his command, the archers released their arrows.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

In an instant, a hundred arrows rained down upon the members of the Dizhu Tribe.

After firing, the first team withdrew to the side as the second team stepped forward. Behind them, the first team swiftly reloaded their arrows and prepared for the next shot.

Once the second team had fully drawn their Qin Nu bows, Feng Xiyan gave the order again. "Release the arrows."

Another wave of arrows rained down on the Dizhu Tribe.

Below, the Dizhu Tribe members did not slow down, even after losing more than a hundred warriors.

Stab! Stab! Stab!

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Seeing that the enemy continued to advance relentlessly, Zhan Qi stepped forward. Clasping his fists, he said, "Great General, please allow this subordinate to lead the troops and engage them."

Feng Xiyan raised his hand and rejected the request without hesitation. "No. These people are different from ordinary enemies. Have you forgotten what happened to the soldiers guarding the Yurong Border Pass?"

Zhan Qi fell silent at his words, knowing Feng Xiyan was right. However, as the Dizhu Tribe members drew closer to the gate, he clenched his fists. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

"Great General, we can’t simply defend without striking back."

If their enemies had not been so brutal and strange, Feng Xiyan would not have hesitated to let Zhan Qi lead the elite troops into battle. But given the Dizhu Tribe’s mysterious nature, he refused to gamble with his soldiers’ lives.

Shaking his head, Feng Xiyan replied firmly, "This general’s decision is final."

Noticing that even the other generals looked uneasy, Feng Xiyan called out, "Feng Wu."

In the next instant, Feng Wu appeared and clasped his fists. "Master. What are your instructions?"

Without taking his eyes off the battlefield, Feng Xiyan ordered, "Bring the guns. Support the Qin Nu Archer Team."

"Yes, Master." Feng Wu vanished immediately after accepting his order.

After he left, Zhan Qi stepped closer and lowered his voice. Glancing at Wu Ruizhan, he asked, "Great General... Are you certain about using the guns here?"

Understanding his concern, Feng Xiyan nodded in response. "Since we have decided to accept them, then we must give them the trust they deserve."

Realizing that Feng Xiyan intended to use this battle to test Wu Ruizhan and his men’s loyalty, Zhan Qi said nothing more.

A few minutes later, Feng Wu returned with one hundred elite soldiers. Taking position behind the archer teams, they loaded their guns with practiced precision.

Once they were ready, the archers stepped aside, allowing the gunners to move to the front.

Feng Wu clasped his fists and reported, "Master, the sniper team is ready."

"Good," Feng Xiyan said. "Use this chance to train their accuracy. One head will be rewarded with one jin of grain."

"Yes, Master."

Turning to the soldiers, Feng Wu relayed the order loudly, "One head earns one jin of grain! Perform well and show the results of your training!"

As his words echoed across the wall, the soldiers’ eyes lit up, and their fighting spirit surged.

"Yes, Captain Feng Wu!"

Receiving their responses, Feng Wu commanded, "Fire!"

The moment his words fell, the gunners pulled the triggers. Continuous gunshots instantly filled the surroundings.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

While Feng Xiyan’s generous reward shocked Wu Ruizhan and the other generals, it was the deafening gunfire and the hellish scene below that truly froze them in place.

Each time a trigger was pulled, another Dizhu Tribe member collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Watching the precise and ruthless accuracy of the shots, Feng Xiyan nodded in satisfaction.

’Brother Hua’s training methods truly surpass our own. I should consult him later and see how to improve the army’s daily training efficiency.’

As Feng Xiyan considered future reforms, the Dizhu Tribe’s shaman suddenly collapsed to her knees, her gaze fixed on him.

"It’s the demon... It’s the demon!" she screamed in terror, pointing straight at Feng Xiyan.