Bai Qingyan's palm tightened, her eyes were steady without a trace of fear. She grasped the large bow in her hand tightly, drew an arrow, and closed her eyes to search for the sound of the bone whistle controlling the elephants in the dark, but the noise was too overwhelming...
The soldiers beside her roared in a frenzy of battle spirit. The three teams of the bowmen alternated in an orderly manner, the whistling sound of the arrow rain was incessant, and with the heavy snow affecting visibility, Bai Qingyan couldn't pinpoint the position.
Those soldiers of Xiliang, finding it impossible to approach, hid behind the giant elephants and moved forward with the elephants covered in armor, undeterred by arrows and ballistae.
