Arrows were fired chaotically, the hit rate was unknown, but judging by the constant wailing from the enemy, it was clear the accuracy was not great.
The opposing squad leader had a dark expression, making for a tense atmosphere.
The deputy commander asked, "Should we keep firing arrows?" The previous consumption of arrows was considerable, making the frugal deputy a bit uncomfortable.
The squad leader replied, "Fire!"
And so—
A barrage of arrows continued to rain down on Guan Ning and others, who kept howling.
But!
These enemies were very cunning; instead of advancing towards the city gate, they retreated step by step, withdrawing 500 meters.
The distance between both sides thus increased. As a result, the arrows' accuracy decreased.
Seeing this, the enemy squad leader twitched at the corner of his mouth, clenched his teeth, and suddenly said, "Close combat team—"
