As for the Northern Huns' arrow rain, the White Horse Soldiers relied on their terrifying agility and movement speed to charge out of the range of the arrows, which were already near their maximum range.
Except for a few high-level arrows that hit the target at this distance, none of them achieved the results the Northern Huns expected.
Zhao Yun reined in his horse and turned around, and all the White Horse Soldiers did the same. Looking at the densely packed arrows stuck between the two cavalry units, a mocking smile appeared on the face of every soldier.
With an indifferent expression, Zhao Yun glanced at the densely planted arrows on the ground and then raised his head to look at the Northern Huns opposite, his lips curling naturally upwards.
