They were terrified of not picking up any loot.
It was like picking up money!
A good-quality short sword could be traded for a sheep, while a sharp, heavy axe could fetch half a cow…
Those who found nothing ran swiftly.
Those who found something ran even faster.
Not caring about the increasingly treacherous terrain, nor noticing their growing fatigue.
To run wildly like this consumed a great deal of physical strength.
The hearts of most were overwhelmed with joy.
…
"Fire arrows!"
Only when the cold voice came, followed by the sharp whistles that began to sound one after another, cascading in waves, did they react.
Numerous figures emerged from both sides of the slope.
The formerly disorderly routed troops began to regroup under the leadership of their respective captains.
In less than two minutes, they restored their formation.
And they picked up the longbows that had been prepared in advance.
The infantry transformed into longbowmen, fitting arrows to bowstrings.
