C848 The Twelfth Generation of the Senate Guards.

"... How many arrows?"

As Lin Yuan spoke, the corners of his eyes and mouth trembled slightly. The veins on his arms that were as thick as a thumb were still trembling non-stop. He had really reached his limit.

"Master, we have already shot 11,200 arrows."

Sung Qiong and Sang Shiling's eyes were filled with respect. With just one person, he was able to stop the attack of the barbarians