The archers of the Tsing Yi Army crept forward, making their way through the dense bushes and closing the distance. General Pingtian's heart was slowly climbing toward his mouth. The distance was gradually shortened from more than 300 meters to… 250… 200… 150…
Ordinary bows and arrows were not improved crossbows after all. But not everyone could pull the heavy bows which had a longer range.
It could be said that the archer troop of more than 100 people was General Pingtian's treasure. His heart would ache if even one of them was gone.
As the distance became shorter, General Pingtian felt that the atmosphere was increasing in tension.
He commanded the Tsing Yi Army to move forward slowly. The darkness was their best camouflage, making it seem that Xiangyang District was at their fingertips.