Chapter 131: Inevitable Death
Everyone eventually dies, though no one ever thinks it comes too soon!
Most of the cart pushers had little to no archery skills.
Adam Smith didn't have high expectations for them either—just pull the bow to its fullest and shoot the arrows.
With enemies charging in densely, they were bound to hit something, just like the bandits before them.
Although the scattered rain of arrows didn't maximize its killing potential, these were still military-grade weapons.
The sharp and sturdy arrowheads fell and completed their mission.
Over a dozen bandits screamed as they fell to the ground. Even though they raised their shields, the iron-forged arrowheads were strong enough to pierce through the wooden shields.
Some bandits, even with arrows stuck in their bodies, continued to sprint forward.
The bandits weren't stupid; the slower they ran, the more dangerous it became!
Without caring about the killing effect, Adam Smith kept shouting:
"First row fall back, second row step forward, draw, shoot!"
The first row of uneasy cart pushers retreated while the second row, visibly more relaxed, mimicked them, drawing their bows and shooting.
After they shot their arrows, Adam Smith called the first row back up.
He didn't care too much about the effectiveness of the shooting; he just wanted the cart pushers to see some blood!
If they survived, they'd be seasoned soldiers in the next battle.
Round after round of arrow volleys fell, and after only four volleys from each row, the bandits had already charged through.
Even though the cart pushers' archery coordination was sloppy, nearly 2,000 arrows had been fired, striking the bandits solidly.
The ferocious bandits suffered heavy losses.
Over 50 bandits fell, and more than 70 were injured.
Including the five volleys from the 28 crossbows, the bandits' combat power had been reduced by nearly 200.
The remaining bandits, with bloodshot eyes, continued their charge.
Without time to think, Adam Smith decisively issued the combat orders:
"Cart pushers, fall back, follow shooting instructions, shoot at an upward angle!"
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