Even for the Mongolians, the heavy arrows carried by mounted archers weren't many, as they would affect cavalry combat.
Across the river.
Seeing the Barbarian Race's camp in motion, with several units marked by two-star silver-grey symbols appearing, along with the Barbarian Priest following behind, Duncan immediately led the others to run away.
This was a battle they couldn't win.
Those two-star elite units of the Barbarian Race were noble warriors, all clad in uniform heavy armor. Their war bows couldn't penetrate the defenses, only inflicting light injuries. It would take many arrows to kill one, and they still had to guard against any trump cards they might have.
The reconnaissance cavalry detachment promptly retreated, and on the way back, the way others looked at Duncan changed.
Reverence!
Reverence was almost written across their faces. In these war-torn times, a man's prowess not only attracted women but also more men.
"How do we fight this wave?"