"Shoot!"
With Zhang Yuan's deep shout, the twanging of bowstrings echoed continuously.
Hundreds of feathered arrows simultaneously sliced through the sky, landing on the dirt mound half a mile away, turning the straw men standing there into porcupines, with hardly any arrows missing their targets.
"Advance!"
Three hundred iron cavalry charged forward simultaneously, the rumble of hooves shaking the surroundings.
"Throw!"
In the next moment, three hundred spears wove a dense net of death in the air.
Covering most of the dirt mound.
These spears howled through the air, piercing through the straw men used as targets and embedding deeply into the soil.
Their power was enough to penetrate armor!
"Withdraw!"
The battle banner waved, the bugles sounded, and the cavalry, having reached the foot of the hill, turned back in unison, moving as smoothly as flowing water, without the slightest hesitation or delay.
