With no cultivators here to support them, he could only strike first. Otherwise, once the enemy cultivators charged in, they would have no way to hold them back. At least this way, they could gain a little advantage.
The bowstrings rang out in rapid succession like a string of firecrackers, and arrows flew like rain.
The rebel forces swiftly raised their shields in defense. A group of soldiers also quickly lifted large Wooden Rafts to shield Gu Yuanda.
Gu Yuanda's face was taut as he said in a deep voice, "Attack!"
"Loose arrows!" At an order from the rebels, their archers returned fire in full force.
Casualties continued to mount on both sides, but the rebel archers were far more numerous than the few thousand Imperial Guards remaining. The outcome was obvious.
Thick smoke had already begun billowing above the main hall, soaring into the clouds.
Inside the hall, the walls and roof were engulfed in roaring flames. Hao Yuntu, seated as though in a fiery cavern, said, "Qingqing, I haven't seen you dance since you got married. Dance. Raise the soldiers' morale!"
"Yes!" Hao Qingqing gracefully descended the steps and walked to the center of the hall, where sparks occasionally flew past. She suddenly stretched out her body and flung out her sleeves, beginning a supple yet powerful dance.
Her figure, still slightly fuller from having recently given birth, danced alone.
But who was there to watch? The soldiers were all outside fighting for their lives. No one had the leisure to look inside.
The flames only made the fire burn more fiercely, illuminating Hao Qingqing's dance until she looked all the more radiant and enchanting.
The Imperial Guards had limited arrows. The arrows in their quivers were soon exhausted, leaving them with no choice but to hide passively