"All squads! Report! Are you calibrated?" Marin commanded.
Normally, the Foxman Archers fired in a sequence, with one squad after another shooting in rotation.
Especially in this situation, where the enemy had little room to move, there was no need to widen the attack front.
The volley of a thousand arrows just now was purely for calibration. After all, in the dead of night, no one knew where their arrows would land.
"Goring reporting. No issues."
"Mag reporting. No issues..."
"Omar..."
A stream of reports confirming calibration came from behind him. Marin nodded and looked toward the fortress walls, a flicker of anticipation rising in his heart.
Although the Fox Race wasn't particularly famous within the Beastman Empire...
Marin's unit was different. As members of the Snow Mountain Fox Clan, they hailed from the northern forests. Legend had it that the Snow Mountain Fox Clan's origins might have a deep connection to the elves.
Of course, a legend was just a legend.
