Scarlet blood flowed from their wounds, seeping into the already parched soil.
Staining the ground a deep crimson.
Some of the luckier manor soldiers,
at this moment, were trembling in hiding behind makeshift barricades of piled-up corpses.
Though they survived, they could not suppress the fear of death in their hearts.
Joao's gaze swept around, his face full of solemnity.
Just two or three volleys of arrows.
The soldiers he brought from Frank Manor, at least two to three hundred had died!
If it weren't for purchasing some round shields at a high price from the weapon merchant before,
the death count would surely be higher!
Joao felt a chill in his heart.
This is the prowess of having archers!
Even at night, they could cover the area with a rain of arrows, weakening the enemy's forces.
With a glance,
Joao listened carefully to the dense whooshing of arrows in the sky and the number of arrows hitting the ground.
Confirming a drastic reduction in the number of arrows,
