Wang Chong and his men looked decidedly suspicious. The general guarding the gate urged his warhorse forward to meet them and barked, "Which army do you belong to? Why aren't you fully armored?"
Wang Chong plucked out a hair and flicked it from his fingers. The general toppled headfirst from his horse. Urging his own mount onward, Wang Chong led the prisoners past in a clamorous rush, swaggering with utter arrogance.
The ordinary soldiers had already heard the uproar inside the city and assumed something serious really had happened. These men hadn't even put on their armor-clearly, it was urgent! Even their commanding general had been knocked off his horse in a single encounter by some unknown means, so these men plainly had extraordinary backgrounds. None tried to stop them, allowing Wang Chong to lead his men through the gate.
They had barely left the gate when they heard a horse galloping hard and a shout from afar: "Don't let anyone out of the city!"
Wang Chong touched his hair with some regret. Although the Flying Flowers, Plucking Leaves Hand was said to wound with flying flowers and plucked leaves alike, its lack of range was a shortcoming. Just then, Jiang Wenjun handed him a bow and arrows, which must have belonged to some general under An Dushan. Wang Chong hefted the bow and knew it had a heavy draw. He immediately nocked an arrow, drew, and turned to shoot. The messenger was pierced through the heart from front to back and died of iron bamboo poisoning.
The battlements instantly descended into chaos, and someone led a cavalry unit charging out. Wang Chong bent the bow into a full moon and loosed arrows in a string of pearls, shooting dead more than ten men and frightening off the pursuers. He