C214 Yang xiao

It was submerged in a wave of archery rain.

The trumpeter and his horse were almost completely enveloped in arrows, so much so that they could not rest in peace.

Thick, flying hooves beat on the dry earth, pressing it down with a hoarse cry.

Seeing the Liao Army quickly gathering behind him, the lord deeply admired the Liao Army general's command. He was not in a hurry to attack