Chapter 162: The Tiger and Rhinoceros Escaped Their Cage
News of the attack on Third New Rome City soon spread across the world.
Most who heard it sighed, "Sow melons and you reap melons; sow beans and you reap beans," or, "Good deeds bring good rewards; evil deeds bring evil rewards." Some who harbored fierce hostility toward the infected lamented, "Dawn was almost upon us, yet our pillar fell before it arrived."
Of course, far more people laughed aloud. The king of the Polant Kingdom was said to have drunk several bottles of Wine while roaring with laughter. By the time he was drunk enough to laugh and cry at once, he still remembered to tell his generals, just before falling asleep, to prepare early and marshal the entire nation for a war of revenge.
Whatever their reactions, though, only the well-informed received the news.
That did not include the Slavic army stationed not far from Zion.
They rose in the darkness, lit bonfires to see by, and launched a silent attack on Zion's positions.
The fighting was far fiercer than it had been during the day. The Slavs' complete disregard for casualties was one reason. More importantly, the darkness itself gave them excellent cover, greatly reducing the effectiveness of Zion's archers.
A master archer who could hit every target in daylight might land only seven or eight shots out of ten at night. For those who managed only seven or eight hits out of ten during the day, their accuracy after dark often fell to twenty or thirty percent, or even less.
Twenty or thirty percent was hardly low. If the two sides had comparable numbers, that level of accuracy would have been enough for the defenders to pin the attackers down. Anyone who charged headlong would die on