The next moment, the whizzing sound of crossbow arrows broke through the air like a strong wind.
Clad in armor, the Northern Warriors in the suddenly surged, turbulent waters were like live targets, the sound of crossbow arrows piercing into flesh was muffled and continuous.
The river was dyed red with blood.
At this time, the Light Cavalry had almost completely lost their combat effectiveness, and although over a hundred Heavy Cavalry made it back to the solid ground despite the water attack, they too were wounded. Yuwen Tianxian's eyes darkened; he knew the battle was collapsing like a mountain, and he was losing.
Yet, he still had control over the situation.
Just then, there was sudden turmoil behind his forces; two groups of cavalry emerged from each side, lightly armored on orders from Li Guanyi, Changsun Wuchou, wielding a long spear and having just unhorsed a Supervision Team Captain clad in armor and wielding a sword, burst into laughter:
