Yang Zhengshan held up the Thousand-Mile Mirror, looking at those crossbow bolts, and smiled faintly. "Time was still too tight. The design isn't very reasonable!"
The paper wrapped around the crossbow bolts had all been requested by him.
A simple pasting was enough. It did not need to be stuck on too firmly; in fact, in order for the paper to drift down through the air, only one side could be pasted when they attached it.
Because the work had been somewhat rough, many problems appeared with these crossbow bolts. For example, before some had even reached the air above Chongshan Pass, the paper on the bolts had already scattered away, while others did not loosen at all even after falling inside Chongshan Pass, the paper still firmly stuck to the shaft.
Although there were quite a few unqualified crossbow bolts among them, there were also many that successfully completed their mission, scattering a large number of papers down from the sky.
Paper filled the sky, and under the sweep of the strong wind, it scattered into every corner of Chongshan Pass.
Although the range of the crossbow bolts could not cover the entire Chongshan Pass, because of the strong wind, the paper still drifted all over the whole of Chongshan Pass.
After seven consecutive volleys, paper could already be seen everywhere inside Chongshan Pass.
Beneath the city wall, Prince Qing, Ji Feiyu, and Hou Yao stared blankly at the falling papers.
"What is this?" Hou Yao murmured.
Ji Feiyu reached out and grabbed a sheet of paper. There was a passage written on it.
A very simple passage.
This old man is Yang Zhengshan, the newly appointed Regional Commander of Chongshan Town. You rebel traitors have gone against the way, aiding a tyrant in his evil and burdening yourselves