"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—"
At a single command, arrows rained down like a storm.
The people of Baigou County were utterly unprepared. After several volle of arrows, aside from the Bone Tempering Martial Artists, nearly all of them were dead.
"My lord! We were wronged, my lord!"
Hu Wen hurriedly explained, "Baigou County's walls are thin, and we have too few men. We simply couldn't hold them."
"Bullshit!"
Wang Zhi glared at him. "There are over ten thousand civilians in the city. If you mobilized them, you still couldn't hold it?!"
"Those lowly commoners... those lowly commoners would help us defend?"
"I can't be bothered reasoning with you. You don't deserve to hear it!"
"Kill—"
Once the rain of arrows ended, the military formation charged.
Baigou County had only one Viscera Refining Martial Artist, and Feng Yong and Zhao Kang slew him together. Not a single one of the rest was left alive.
Meanwhile, the Liang Province troops achieved zero deaths, with only a handful suffering minor injuries.
No matter how poor the Reserve Camp was, that was only compared to the Eight Great Camps.
Compared to the garrison troops of other prefectures, they were fully equipped elites. Not to mention that this was merely a small county town's martial academy disciples and a small number of city patrol soldiers—they were simply vulnerable to a single blow.
"These people would have betrayed the country sooner or later if we kept them alive!"
As Zhao Kang spoke, he chopped the corpses twice more.
"Sanshi, it's done!"
Wang Zhi caught up with him. "A pack of cowards!"
"Good. Senior Brother, pass on my command. The entire army will pursue!"
Chen Sanshi wanted to see whether the Heavenly Book of Strategy truly had such immense power.
"Senior Brother..."
Wang Zhi gave a self-mocking laugh.