CH682 Bandit Becometh the Raided II
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The sharp, unnatural snapping of dozens of crossbows—followed by the piercing whistle of over a hundred bolts tearing through the air—drained the colour from the caravan guards' faces.
Panic spread instantly.
They scrambled for cover, ducking behind carriage walls and scrambling onto roofs in desperate attempts to shield themselves.
It was useless.
The bolts tore clean through wood and reinforced panels alike, punching through both cover and flesh with terrifying ease.
Thwack!!
Before the survivors could even process the first volley—
A second rain descended.
Thwack!
Then a third.
Thwack!
And a fourth.
By the sixth salvo, the battlefield had become a grotesque tableau of pierced bodies and shattered defences.
Only a handful of the stronger guards remained alive—those few capable of barely shielding themselves from the relentless barrage.
But it did not matter—
For the strike unit arrived.
