"Perhaps the best way is to charge straight ahead."
As these words were spoken, everyone fell into a silent, contemplative mood.
Stronghold, fortress, charge.
Any stronghold must have defenses; a fortress is filled with mechanical techniques, crossbows, and volleys of arrows as the most basic elements. The security is strict, making it nearly impossible to disguise oneself and sneak inside. If one were to charge, it would mean facing a rain of arrows from the fortress and advancing with all one's might.
The hail of arrows from an army is a crushing threat to martial artists.
Even if blade and Sword Qi can cut through arrows, the relentless flood of arrows from the army, disregarding all costs, leaves ordinary martial artists exhausted and caught, dying pierced by arrows.
The silence was palpable as Yue Pengwu thrust his war spear into the ground, bowed and said:
