"That's not going to work. Regardless if it's the Yan Emperor who threw him out for a transaction with the Situ Family, or if he's playing his own tricks, we have no obligation to risk our own lives for them."
Zheng Fan took out two cigarettes and handed one to the Blind Man. Both of them, who were initially sitting against the battlements, now squatted down facing them.
It was night. In modern times, smoking on a battlefield at night is like waving a signal beacon. The situation wasn't much better in ancient times. While they didn't have sniper rifles, they certainly didn't lack sharpshooters. Especially when Qi and blood were infused into arrows before shooting, the range and lethality became terrifying.
Zheng Fan often practiced archery with A Ming when he had nothing else to do, so he understood this well.
