Shen Yijia was eager to try, so Song Jingchen naturally wouldn't disappoint her.
Next, Yan Guangmao perfectly displayed what a live target was.
In short, wherever he was, the direction of the arrows shot from the city gate tower was the same.
The range of the black iron bow was long enough, and its lethality was great. Unless he left the battlefield, he could only hide.
This way, it would be difficult for him to stay in the same place for a few seconds, let alone command. Moreover, he could dodge, but the soldiers behind him did not have the ability.
More and more people were shot and fell. Yan Guangmao was so angry that he looked at the city tower with fire in his eyes.
Shen Yijia snorted. This feeling of harassing him while knowing he was unable to hit her was simply too satisfying.
It was probably similar to how the Wu Kingdom's army had thrown a few black gunpowder into the city from time to time to disturb Great Xia's morale.
