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The defending army on the city square was ready for a serious confrontation and quickly advanced; hundreds of arrows rained down in a focused fire, mixed with the screeching launch of over a dozen bed crossbows. The Whale Knight who had just emerged from the city gate lane suddenly leaned backward, his body impaled by over a dozen thick fine steel crossbow bolts, as well as a few irregularly inserted normal arrows.
"Keep firing!"
The commander of the defenders waved his hand and bellowed as a second volley of arrows shot out, accompanied by the creaking sound of the windlass from the bed crossbows.
