Miao Youfang stood on the parapet and looked into the distance. He saw the dark mass of the Army slowly advancing in the wilderness.
At the forefront of the Army were six strange chariots that were twenty feet tall and covered in iron like huge shields. Each of them was pushed by a dozen militia.
Miao Youfang had never seen this thing before, but the sense of war that he had developed during this period of time made him realize that it was made by the enemy to defend the city from the bombardment of the cannons from above.
"Arrows!"
When the enemy slowly pushed into the range of the mounted crossbows, Miao Youfang roared, his voice rolling.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The spear-shaped arrow shot out and easily pierced into the large shield.
However, the crossbow bolts, known for their penetrating power, could not effectively destroy these large shields.
