Another barrage of arrows came whistling down, descending with boundless killing intent.
The Yuan Army's carefully arranged ambush points throughout the streets had now become hell.
Groups of Yuan soldiers were mercilessly shot down by the stray arrows. Some fell into pools of blood, while others writhed and struggled on the ground.
The scene was utterly tragic.
In the blink of an eye, large numbers of Yuan soldiers had fallen into pools of blood. Crimson blood rapidly spread across the ground, staining the street stones red.
"General!"
A Yuan deputy general rushed anxiously to Mahawu's side, his voice trembling with fear. "The Ming Army knows the locations of our ambushes. This is no coincidence!"
Mahawu frowned tightly, staring fixedly in the direction from which the Ming Army's arrow barrage had come.
Watching another wave of arrows fly from the Ming Army, he naturally understood that the previous barrage had not been accidental.
But...
He was full of doubts, yet no matter how hard he racked his brains, he could not understand how the Ming Army had known his ambush arrangements with such precision.
A spy?
That was impossible.
There had been no opportunity to send word out at all.
But the situation left him no room to think further.
"All troops, heed my command!" Mahawu abruptly drew the saber at his waist and raised it high. "Meet the enemy and attack! Shield soldiers, press forward! Archers, return fire!"
As his order fell, the Yuan generals sprang into action.
"Men of Great Yuan!" A Yuan general roared himself hoarse. "Fight the Ming Army to the death! Kill!"
The Yuan soldiers who had been lying in ambush in the shadows emerged one after another, charging out from every hidden corner.
In an instant, streets that had been silent and deserted, like a