At this moment, Song Yu also felt a rush of panic.
He swung the whip desperately, lashing the steed beneath him, silently praying to Amitabha Buddha, hoping he could enter the city before the gates closed!
Just then, from atop the city tower came a commanding voice from Dai Junliang—
"Release the arrows!"
Suddenly, a rain of arrows descended from above, shooting down toward the foot of the city tower. In an instant, several Longxi Army soldiers trailing behind Song Yu were hit and fell from their horses.
This gave him a momentary chance.
Yet, the turnaround came swiftly.
Seeing the situation, Xue Xian remained unflustered. He waved his large hand towards his men, and immediately, the troops that had been lurking in the dense forest charged out. They were a team of archers, galloping on horseback, drawing bows as they raced and fired a volley of arrows at those atop the city tower.
"Watch out!"
