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From the lookout platform, Qiao Xiuyuan watched Ding Heng, whom he had high hopes for, arrive at the battlefield. Then, without even engaging with the young man in the green robe, the opponent swiftly led his knights and turned Ding Heng into a beehive filled with random arrows.
The initially recovering complexion instantly worsened again.
"Trash!"
Qiao Xiuyuan slammed his fist onto the railing, and with a crack, the originally thick wooden railing instantly broke into two parts.
Seeing this, the expressions of the surrounding people also looked terrible.
Ding Heng's failure seemed to be a slap in their faces, using the most brutal reality to tell them that their previous fantasies of reversing the situation with their top-tier fighting power were utterly empty.
The other party had no top-tier fighters.
But relying on those elite soldiers and the strong bow and crossbow, what if they were only second-rate experts?
