780 Breaking a Dead Branch From a Tree

"Shoot it down!"

The middle-aged man frowned as he waved his hand directly at the soldiers beside him after being interrupted by the raven.

Bang Bang Bang!

Seven to eight soldiers raised the flintlock rifles in their hands up together and fired restlessly at the flying crow but out of their expectations, the raven under the night sky was exceptionally agile, not only did it dodge the iron pellets, it closed down on the soldiers while it was dodging.

The crow dived down like a bomber plane, grazing the soldier's crown swiftly and especially the middle-aged man, he was heavily dealt with by the raven.

"Argh! My eyes! My eyes!!!"

An excruciating scream was heard as the middle-aged man covered his eyes, rolling on the ground.

The sudden occurrence stunned the soldiers in the area.

Some of the soldiers instinctively wanted to help the middle-aged man up, while some others raised their flintlocks again, trying to take aim at the raven.