As his voice fell, countless figures emerged from the crowd, surrounding Tang Jinghong, launching arrows with their crossbows.
Meng Shengdong drew his sword, "Protect the general!"
Tang Jinghong's personal guards quickly shielded him in the middle, blocking the arrows with their shields in an impenetrable formation, while hidden archers retaliated against the assassins.
In an instant, the scene was filled with flying arrows and a thick air of murderous intent.
Tang Jinghong, wielding a heavy bow, casually pulled an arrow from the quiver and fired at the masked man who had just given the order.
Anticipating that they would come for the divine ointment, Tang Jinghong was thoroughly prepared. He had even worried they might not show up. Now, it appeared the enemy had mobilized everyone they could. If he could annihilate them here, it would significantly weaken their forces.
