Chapter One Thousand and Fourteen: Concealing One's Figure, Breaking through Yan City_1

Yan City.

Two hundred thousand Lin Clan soldiers facing the city, only 300 meters away from the city gate.

Three hundred meters, just beyond the range of bows and crossbows.

Dense arrows, covering the sky, were shot down from the city tower, falling in front of the heavy armored soldiers' defensive shields.

Beiqi's generals were furious, cursing continuously, but couldn't harm a single Lin Clan soldier.

"Master, when are we going to attack the city?"

Shitou was full of excitement, clapping his hands, eager to show his skills.

"Don't worry, let them keep shooting."

Lin Qingluo gazed with a furrowed brow, noticing every move of the Beiqi generals.

"That man is Beiqi's fierce general Yu Yang."

Second Uncle Lin followed her gaze, his brows furrowing deeply.

"That's Yu Yang, not so impressive,"

Shitou looked disdainful: "He abandoned the camp, fled so quickly, without any backbone."