"Quick, move quickly." Man Cang shouted loudly. Arrows filled the sky, and many soldiers were struck down. Man Cang was anxious, but there was nothing he could do. Some of the injured brothers were not killed but lost mobility. Soldiers nearby helped them up, while others who fell were pinned to the ground by more arrows before they could rise.
"The rebels are there, kill them."
A squad of Qin Army rushed in front of them, blocking their way. Man Cang shouted and rushed forward, drawing his sword and slashing at their necks. He grabbed a shield and held it in front of him, forcibly breaking through a path. Luckily, it was only a small squad of Qin Army, a mere few hundred men, and combined with everyone's desperate urge to escape, they quickly broke through.
"General, more and more Qin Army soldiers are coming up."
