Bed Crossbow, Catapult, Feathered Arrow, dense attacks enveloped the advancing "Chen Army".
"Puchi puchi..."
"Ah..."
Just one round of attack took away hundreds of lives.
An unlucky Xianzhen Guard Soldier was even skewered together with two Defectors behind him.
The Defectors suddenly panicked, wanted to retreat, but the Xianzhen Guard Soldiers among them directly drew their swords and slashed.
"We can't retreat, keep moving forward."
"Anyone who retreats will be executed."
The Defectors were forced to charge ahead, retreating would surely mean death, while advancing to the foot of the city walls might offer a chance of survival, as it was a dead angle for attacks, and Feathered Arrows couldn't reach there.
...
"He should be General Wei Liang Xuan, right?" From atop his warhorse at the rear, Chen Mo looked distantly at the elder on the tower gate, on whose forehead was the red number 1909.
