Chapter 69: First Clash
Fang Hetong had already risen to full height while the Northern Liao scout cavalry was loosing his arrow, drawing his bow and nocking an arrow of his own. Runes glowed along the bow’s surface as an arrow shot forth like lightning, instantly piercing the chest of a Liao cavalryman!
As a Dao Foundation cultivator, Fang Hetong’s shot was far stronger than that of an ordinary Liao scout cavalry. However, his Dao energy fluctuated after the shot, and he needed to catch his breath before loosing another arrow. During this short period, the other Liao scout cavalry were already responding to the sudden attack by drawing their bows and counter-shooting at Fang Hetong.
The scholar’s reaction was no less swift. He dropped to the floor nearly at the same time two sharp arrows whistled past the walls. If he hadn’t done so, the arrows would have struck his head and chest.
The third arrow was aimed much lower. It struck a battlement and actually pierced through it!
Thankfully, the walls of Flying Sand Village were very well designed. They formed a stepped structure where each wall section receded by a level. As Fang Hetong was lying prone on the lowest step, he just narrowly avoided the wall-piercing arrow.
After dodging three arrows by the skin of his teeth, Fang Hetong jumped to his feet and took his second shot, killing yet another scout cavalry.
Infuriated, the riders began charging the village. They had launched their counter attack using heavy arrows, which was why they were able to pierce through a battlement that was one and a half chi thick despite being a hundred zhang away. If they were able to narrow the distance to fifty zhang, then the heavy arrows would grow twice as powerful. Not even a Dao Foundation cultivator such as Fang Hetong would dare to take such a shot head on.
Wei Yuan didn’t make a move. The scholar had told him to wait via sound transmission; to endure until the Liao cavalry were sufficiently close. This wasn’t the first time the enemy had paid Flying Sand Village a visit so to speak, so they should still think that Fang Hetong was the only proper cultivator in the village. They should think that they would be able to suppress one person with their numbers.
Perhaps the deaths of their companions had enraged them, but the Liao cavalrymen kept charging until they were only thirty zhang away. If Fang Hetong poked his head out of the walls, arrows would immediately fly his way. He was suppressed to the point where he could not even lift his head.