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"Alright, let's do that," Bate nodded. He really couldn't think of any other solution.
On the morning of the third day of the first lunar month, the Northern Yuan army dispatched two teams, one to the east and one to the west of the city, in search of food. The team that went eastward covered roughly twenty miles when they saw a village in the distance. "General, look, there's smoke rising from that village; there must be people living there," a soldier shouted excitedly, pointing to the plume of smoke afar.
The leader was also pleased, "Hurry, move forward quickly. If we can find food, we won't have to be afraid anymore."
So, the team hastened their steps forward. But as they were about to approach the village, a sudden change occurred. Countless arrows flew out from the village, aimed directly at the soldiers. Caught completely off guard, many men were struck by arrows. Those hit by the arrows tried to get up, only to find their bodies gradually becoming unresponsive.
