"You're really amazing."
Meng Yu's eyes flashed with a strange light, "When they charged to about 500 meters, you started to draw your bow and notch your arrows. Practically every second, you would shoot an arrow. Each shot hit its mark. In just over ten seconds, half of them fell to your arrows. You even managed to kill two people with one arrow."
Chen Fan nodded at this. This was his usual performance.
However, his face did not show much joy because Meng Yu mentioned that there were still half of the enemy left.
"What happened then?"
"Then, those people must have gotten within range. Under the direction of the bald guy at the front, everyone aimed at you."
"And me?"
Chen Fan asked instinctively.
Running, he might not be able to outrun them.
If he were there, he would only have two choices: continue shooting, where he'd also be shot at, or pick up a long spear and see if he could block the rain of arrows.
"You..."
Meng Yu's eyes showed admiration,
