Outside Frost Province City, killing intent filled the sky.
The Land of Flame's vanguard had arrived beneath the city walls!
The two sides stood no more than five hundred paces apart, one atop the walls and the other below them, staring at each other from afar!
Though he had no idea how this force had reached the city walls without a sound, Yanwu was not overly alarmed. To be honest, ninja siege warfare was no different from that of ordinary people—perhaps even inferior to ordinary soldiers.
Even if ninja could use ninjutsu and possessed mobility and destructive power far beyond ordinary soldiers, they had not transcended mortal flesh. A few arrows would still kill them.
Without considering accuracy, an archer's effective range was roughly sixty or seventy meters. Most ordinary ninja, meanwhile, could only attack with ninjutsu up to fifty meters away; beyond that, their chakra dispersed on its own. Thus, beneath a volley of countless arrows, ninja below Kage-level were no different from ordinary foot soldiers!
Furthermore, ninja were few in number. They could not simply gather tens of thousands of men as ordinary people could. Siege warfare was a true meat grinder, and attackers often had to pay several times the defenders' cost before they could possibly breach the gates.
Thus, in past wars, ninja had merely served as mercenaries responsible for assassinations or for dealing with enemy ninja forces. Ninja fought ninja; no one had ever used ninja to assault a city. So how many ninja did the Land of Flame have to squander!
General Yanwu unconsciously tightened his grip on the hilt at his waist. Something was clearly amiss. Were the Land of Flame's ninja truly so inept at warfare, or did this force have some hidden trump card?
The strong wind wailed mournfully. The two