"Kill them!"
As the peaceful night was shattered, Han Wu led hundreds of Divine Brave Guards charging forward.
Hu Qiang and several hunters bent their bows and launched arrows. Once in range, they released arrow after arrow, with at least one hitting the target every three shots.
Taking advantage of the chaos caused by the Pottery Bombs on the official soldiers' formation, Chen Mo charged forward on horseback.
One of the soldiers stepped forward to block him, but was directly knocked several meters away by the Chestnut Horse. Nearby soldiers, coming to their senses, quickly picked up their long spears, aiming them at Chen Mo.
But at this moment, a flash of saber light passed before their eyes.
Thud!
As a head rolled down, a gush of fresh blood sprayed out from the severed neck.
Chen Mo took the lead and broke into the crowd.
Seeing soldiers stationed at the salt warehouse rushing out, Chen Mo took the last Pottery Bomb, lit the fuse, and hurled it forcefully.
