Swish!
The cold arrow flew over from the sky and quickly nailed itself onto the snow-covered branches. The huge force caused the branches to tremble and snow to fall.
The warmth of early spring did not take care of the Northwest. The snowy mountain was still covered in snow.
Swish!
Another arrow flew over. This time, it did not nail into the tree. Instead, it landed in the snow, only an inch away from a soldier lying on the ground. The soldier did not move or make a sound. He just laid there.
"Old Yu! Old Yu!" Wu San bent down and passed through the rain of arrows shot by the Xiongnus, jumping into a newly dug bunker.
The bunker was not big. The top was covered by a row of interlocking branches.
Yu Shaoqing sat cross-legged inside. A stray arrow shot into the branches behind him and almost hit his head, but he didn't even blink. He was racing against time to make a "weapon".
