Over ten thousand people were charging, and if they fell, they would never get up again. There was only one path: death.
"Dad!"
Seeing this tragic scene, Er Bao couldn't help but shout out from afar, then wanted to run up, but his mother grabbed him tightly.
"Mom, let me go, let me go, Dad, Dad fell!"
"Wuwu..."
His mother was holding back her tears, holding Er Bao tightly without letting go, unable to speak, not because she didn't want to, but because she couldn't speak a word.
Wuwuwu...
Tears streamed down uncontrollably, yet she couldn't utter a single word.
Er Bao screamed with all his might: "Don't step on my Dad, don't step on my Dad..."
...
In the grand tide of history, their humble voices caused no ripples; they could only struggle arduously like a small boat in a storm, sinking whenever it happened.
"Release!"
After one round of arrow rain, there was a second. Although Zhao Ya knew the enemy was using these people as human shields to deplete her supply of arrows.
