Zhao Shen stood holding his sword in the middle of the road, still wearing ragged clothes, and even his hair was in disarray, but the two thousand soldiers behind him made him appear much taller.
Casually, he raised his head to look at Xun Xiu on horseback, a slight smirk at the corner of his mouth, "General Xun, you're later than I expected. Seems quite unwise."
Xun Xiu tightened the grip on his knife. Indeed, Zhao Ming's son is just as annoying as him, especially that mouth.
He ordered in a deep voice, "Kill!"
The Xun Family Army behind him was about to charge, Zhao Shen also raised his sword and shouted loudly: "Kill!"
From the houses on both sides of the street, figures swiftly emerged on the opposite side, pulling their bows to the full, and at Zhao Shen's command, they released the arrows in unison. Once the arrows were shot, they immediately ducked back down, and a new row of soldiers emerged behind them to shoot down again...
