As for the women, they were directly dragged into the tent.
From the sounds of pleading and screaming, it was clear what was happening inside.
Zhao Yun's face was dark with anger, almost about to drip water.
Ding Ling frowned slightly, thought for a moment, then started to maneuver his horse behind a large tree, drawing his bow and aiming at some soldiers who were about to behead civilians.
Zhao Yun instinctively took out the quiver, starting to hand arrows to Ding Ling.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
The sharp arrows cut through the air with a whistling sound, thud! It hit right in the forehead of a soldier who was raising a large knife to chop off a young man's head!
Because they were at a distance.
The arrow could not pierce through the skull.
But it still managed to kill the enemy with one shot!
"Enemy attack!!"
