"Break down the door!"
At Zheng Fan's command, Barbarian soldiers advanced to ram the door.
The main door of the government office wasn't very sturdy, at least not compared to the city gate of Mianzhou. After all, officials were transient, like flowing water, while the government office was an iron-clad fixture. Unlike in later eras, ancient county officials rarely used public funds to refurbish their offices.
However, it was obvious that people were resisting from behind the door. For a moment, the Barbarian soldiers couldn't break it down.
Liang Cheng raised his hand and said in a deep voice, "Bows!"
The Barbarian soldiers around him began to draw their bows and notch arrows. Mounted archery was an innate skill of the Barbarian tribe, a talent they were born with.
Under Liang Cheng's command, these Barbarian soldiers immediately understood, backed their horses away a short distance, and then raised their bows.
"WHOOM!"
