Clang Clang Clang!
In the cacophony of clashing gold and iron, Liu Fuhai led ten thousand warriors to pull out their shields from behind.
Shield after shield stood erect in front of them.
Layer upon layer, they protected the masses within.
But their numbers were far too few; how could ten thousand protect the safety of one hundred thousand?
Whoosh Whoosh Whoosh!
Amidst the whistling of the air, countless arrows fell like rain.
Screams of agony suddenly rose from the refugee crowd, "Help... I've been hit by an arrow..."
"My son... my son is dead..."
"No, please..."
The hysterical screams, the heart-piercing tragedy, only added to the sense of overwhelming despair.
Liu Fuhai's eyes were bloodshot as he roared repeatedly, "Block them, block them ah..."
