At the command, the taut arrows thrummed as they flew from their strings.
A sky-darkening rain of arrows shot out from the enemy formation.
Though Xun Ding had been mentally prepared for this, he was still taken aback when his suspicion became reality. He couldn't understand what the enemy hoped to gain by repeatedly lowering the moral floor of this chaotic age. This would effectively cut off one avenue of survival for future prisoners of war, because the truce agreement to exchange or ransom captives had been torn up! From now on, anyone could use that opening to launch a surprise attack against an unprepared enemy!
The collapse of trust would trigger a series of uncontrollable consequences.
One of them was abandoning captured soldiers.
Rather than take a gamble and risk a surprise attack, it was better to treat the captured troops as a sunk cost from the outset. Prisoners were already in a difficult position; after this, they would lose any value as potential ransom.
The prisoners heard the commotion overhead, too.
Faced with the threat of death, their desperate will to survive turned their already disorderly ranks into a boiling mess. They shoved one another and scattered in every direction.
The prisoners were packed together, and they couldn't run more than a few steps before the rain of arrows would pierce them through. At that critical moment, dense green mist surged upward from the ground, instantly gathering into the shape of a massive green crocodile.
The crocodile looked hideous and terrifying. Thick armor covered its head, back, belly, and limbs, and half-arm-long metal spikes bristled across its surface. Even its sharp teeth gleamed with a metallic sheen.
The crocodile measured over a hundred zhang from head to tail.
Its tail swept across the field, deflecting arrows off its