When the squad leader of the 6th battalion was almost worried sick, he suddenly heard a faint whoosh by his ear, startling him. He quickly reacted and narrowly avoided the arrow.
"Who?"
With one word, the squad leader realized he was being foolish. Who else could it be? Just those bastards from the enemy camp!
"Squad leader, are you alright?"
"Squad leader, don't stand in the wind, it's dangerous."
"Squad leader, come over here."
Many people in the team hurriedly pulled the startled squad leader aside. Someone grumbled furiously, "The shooting skills of these people are varied. Each one seems unreliable, but sometimes a true archery expert will sneak an arrow in. Everyone must be careful."
The Deputy Commander's case was right in front of their eyes. Still warm, his body lay at their feet, shielded by a protective barrier.
