"At least half a month more." Yue Cheng replied immediately.
"Half a month."
"Can Yuyang hold?" Qing Qin sighed inwardly.
At this moment!
"Shangjiangjun."
"The Qin Army seems ready to loose their arrows."
An observing commander loudly reported.
"As expected, still the Qin Army's usual tactic."
"For siege warfare, the arrows always come first."
"Pass down the order, prepare against arrows." Qing Qin shouted.
For arrows coming from Qin, besides taking precautions, he had no other option.
After all, under a sky of arrow rain, over half the city was covered.
"Kill!"
Zhao Feng drew his sword and pointed at Yuyang City with a shout.
"Wind, wind, wind."
"Strong wind."
Nearly 300,000 Qin soldiers shouted in unison.
Under the roar of wind,
The archers lined up before the city bent their bows and nocked arrows.
Countless arrow rain poured into the city.
A hailstorm of arrows, flying like rain, piercing the sky.
Just like every previous siege battle.
