Two Rounds Shatter the Thousand-Man Army's Courage, the Chanyu's Soul Perishes Amidst Thunder and Fire

The archers responsible for defending the city hurried several steps forward and craned their necks to gauge the distance beyond the drawbridge. Troubled looks appeared on their faces as they said bitterly to the young officer, "Reporting to Captain, it is not that we refuse to act—it is simply too far!

"They are standing beyond the drawbridge, outside the effective range of our bows and crossbows. We cannot hit them at all!"

Hearing this, the young officer's anger flared even higher, yet there was nothing he could do.

Just as he ground his teeth in rage, the two Blood-Clad Army scouts had already turned their horses around and headed back the way they had come without the slightest reluctance, as though they had come solely to deliver those few words.

They had arrived with their heads held high, and they departed just as calm and unhurried. From beginning to end, they had not regarded the Yan soldiers atop the walls as worthy of notice.

That attitude enraged the young Yan officer so badly that his vision went dark, and he nearly fainted on the spot.

Forcing down the fury in his heart, the young officer considered the matter again and again. In the end, he did not dare make the decision on his own. Gritting his teeth, he turned and left the city defenses, striding swiftly toward the watchtower atop the walls. He intended to report every word and deed of those two Blood-Clad Army scouts to Qin Yue, the general defending the city.

In the watchtower, after hearing the young officer's report, Qin Yue immediately curled his lips into a cold smile. With a scoff, he said, "This Marquis of Blood Robe truly has confidence beyond all reason!

"He has led thirty thousand Blood-Clad Army soldiers into being trapped