Chapter 63 - 57: Close Combat
Groups of fleeing citizens kept running past them. Seeing the last of them about to pass, Zhao Hanzhang waved her hand, and twenty people hid as arranged on both sides of the forest, with four horse-tripping ropes set up ready, lying on the ground, having been trampled by many.
Unfortunately, too many people were fleeing; otherwise, they could dig some pits or nail spikes on the road, not just for horses but could injure a few of the pursuing troops as well.
Zhao Hanzhang slung the quiver over her back, hiding behind a tree, her sharp eyes fixed on the approaching pursuers.
When they once again increased their horse speed, wanting to catch up and plunder, Zhao Hanzhang drew an arrow and placed it on the string, slowly pulling the bow...
She watched the dozen or so riders coming closer, calculating their speed in her mind, and released the arrow at full draw. It flew straight into the neck of the leading horse, causing it to whinny in pain and fall to the ground...
The two riders behind were unprepared, bringing them down together, but those further back quickly regained control, urging their horses to leap forward.
As Zhao Hanzhang’s arrow struck the horse’s neck, archers on both sides simultaneously released their arrows...
The pursuers quickly reacted, some dodging, others chopping down the incoming arrows with their blades. Seeing the vague figures emerging from the forest, they became furious, "Ambush! Damn them, cut them down."
With that, he kicked his horse’s belly and sped towards them. Zhao Hanzhang drew and fired three arrows in succession; only one hit a horse.
The others shot their three arrows as well but with miserable accuracy; in no time, the cavalry sped up, swung their broadswords fiercely at them...