"Take out your round shield for defense!"
Murong Hu roared at the top of his lungs, and the cavalrymen hurriedly took off the round shields hanging on their horses' buttocks and held them in their hands.
It happened so quickly that arrows fell into the crowd of Murong people like a rainstorm.
Dense arrows, inaccurate strikes!
The target location for this shooting was the one that Zhong Dahu had his men visit before the battle.
The stone walls and trenches were originally built under the supervision of Zhong Dahu and Dewey. No one knew the advantages and attack points of the entire fortification better than them.
When the first round of arrows fell, at least forty or fifty knights were shot like hedgehogs, with their bodies full of dense arrows.
And more knights were shot in the vitals, unable to resist and fell to the ground.
At least one hundred cavalrymen died on the spot.
Before Murong Hu could react, another round of arrows came.
The same volley, the same dense and energetic coverage.
The knights of the Murong tribe could hardly hold the round wooden shields in their hands.
And the warhorse under his crotch was even more unlucky.
Their bodies are obviously larger than the knights on horseback, and they have no protective equipment.
Under such dense arrow attacks, the warhorse was hit by arrows in the head, neck and body. It ran around in a rage, then plunged into the trench and could never get up again!
Arrows one after another!
The attack power of each round remained unchanged, the accuracy was high, and the interval between two rounds was short. Murong Hu and his cavalry could only take the beating.
He couldn't understand why the opponent's bow and arrow were so powerful.
In just a short while, arrows from the sky and trenches on the ground caused Murong Hu to lose half of his men.
Every time a knight and a warhorse was shot dead, Murong Hu's heart was bleeding!
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