The sound of horse hooves faded away, the Jing Dynasty's Divine Archer struck with one shot and left immediately, resolute, ruthless, and decisive.
Chen Ji turned his head to look at the arrow slit above the city gate. The arrow was so powerful and heavy that it split a crack in the wooden beam above the gate. And on the same entrance gate structure, there were two more new arrow holes.
The Jing Dynasty's surrender appeal was not the first.
He turned to see Hu Junxian holding the surrender plea scroll, silently staring into the distance at the Jing Dynasty's main camp.
The next moment.
Hu Junxian threw the scroll into the night, fluttering towards the distance: "If you were me, would you open the gate and surrender the city?"
Chen Ji did not answer; it was not a question he could answer, nor should he.
