My lord, spare his life!

"Oh dear, Uncle Yan's method seems a bit risky."

Zhang Yang spoke in a calm tone, making gloating remarks.

"They seem to want to shoot us."

In Zhang Yang's eyes, before she fired that arrow, 99% of the NPCs guarding the city wall had yellow names, with only one or two occasionally having green names. But after that arrow left the bow, they all turned red, as if a row of red lights had been installed on the city wall.

It looks rather festive.

The garrison soldiers were taken aback by the refugees' audacity and immediately reported the incident, preparing for battle. Within moments, Zhang Yang saw rows of red names appear behind the crenellations, and dozens of concealed locks silently materialized. Using the crenellations as cover, the archers aimed their fire at the refugee group on the opposite bank of the moat, with a few targeting those attempting to cross.

"put!"

What followed was a series of "thump" sounds.

The arrow left the bowstring, transforming into a scattered dark cloud that surged towards its target. Refugees along the riverbank screamed in terror, turning and fleeing, fearing imminent doom. Just as Zhang Yang was about to intervene, a gust of wind swept behind him. The seemingly refined Puyang Kui placed his hand on the hilt of his sword behind his back, and the short blade flashed out. Starlight ripped through the air, and the blade's energy cleaved through the moat, carving a sliver of wall several feet high.

The wall of water wasn't wide or thick; it crashed back onto the river surface as soon as the archers reached a certain point, creating quite a splash. While the arrows fired by the archers could easily pierce the wall, their range was reduced, affecting their accuracy. The refugees in the moat used the force of the crashing water to scramble ashore, while the others ducked several dozen feet away.

Puyang Kui had a gloomy face.

The soldiers guarding the city wall did not yield.

Zhang Yang coldly reminded him, "You still have the nerve to send reinforcements."

If the original red names were just a single red thread, the current number of red names is like several red threads twisted together—you can see them from a great distance, they're quite thick! Zhang Yang counted them briefly and roughly estimated there were close to a thousand people: "Their arrogance is truly outrageous."

Puyang Kui: "Then let's suppress them."

She glanced at the width of the moat and the location of the drawbridge chains, estimating the difficulty of her initial assault and how to retreat. Killing a dozen or so men first to demoralize them, then revealing her appointment letter, would deter the city's inhabitants from underestimating her. Fan You didn't object to her suggestion. However, a slight mishap occurred during execution—before Puyang Kui could even take a step, a deafening explosion preceded him. She turned her head and saw a line of arrows in the air, aimed directly at the high wall!

Zhang Yang didn't even look at the target; he just kept plucking the bowstring and drawing the bow.

That was incredibly fast!

Puyang Kui was shocked, as if struck by lightning; her eyesight could only catch a fleeting afterimage. But to the naked eye of an ordinary person, one could only see golden arrows lined up almost in the air, forming a dazzling golden "bridge".

Boom!

The first arrow struck a guard leader squarely between the eyebrows.

The second arrow pierced through both the fletching and shaft of the first arrow.

The third arrow pierced through both the fletching and shaft of the second arrow.

Arrow after arrow came in quick succession.

The leader could only open his eyes wide in fear.

He didn't even have time to fall; a torrential downpour of raindrops lashed at his forehead, dragging his legs uncontrollably backward step by step until he was pinned to the wooden post. With a muffled thud, the shattered arrow shaft fell to the ground with a sharp metallic sound. Crimson blood gushed from the gash between his eyebrows, pooling at his feet. The entire process took only three or four breaths, yet it sent a chill down the spines of everyone who witnessed it on the city wall.

As the last arrow fell, the entire stadium fell silent.

Seeing their leader's corpse, which had been so arrogant just moments before, now riddled with arrow wounds and splattered with blood, both veterans and new recruits trembled. The first to recover were the guards who had seen blood: "Quick, quick—report this to higher authorities immediately!"

No one dared to stick their head out.

With that accuracy and that distance, who couldn't she kill if she wanted to?

Among the refugees below the city were some tough nuts to crack, which was beyond their ability to handle. Zhang Yang, who had done all this, simply maintained his usual expressionless demeanor and put down his bow and arrows.

Zhang Dami, who was under her bottom, then carefully got up.

They didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

He was afraid of angering Zhang Yang and being pierced through the head by a hundred arrows.

Fan You's lips twitched with difficulty, and Pu Yangkui's eyes were still filled with shock—they had either witnessed Zhang Yang's actions firsthand or learned from Shen Zhi that Zhang Yang had some strength, but they never expected that her "some strength" was "just this little bit".

What normal archer would think of shooting a head with a hundred arrows?

Is it showing off skills?

Is it a threat?

Is it intimidation?

still--

Zhang Yang turned to look at Guan Zong, who had spoken his mind, and explained earnestly, "Of course it's mercy. How could you think that my killing someone is showing off, threatening, intimidating, or something worse? Tell me, killing one person with a hundred arrows seems more compassionate than killing a hundred people with a hundred arrows, right? Don't slander me."

After saying that, he looked at Puyang Kui.

"Didn't you say to curb their arrogance?" Zhang Yang felt that he had perfectly accomplished his mission, and the effect was quite good.

The three people: "..."

There was something different about the way he looked at Zhang Yang.

They still felt that this was not something a human being could do!

If Zhang Yang knew what the three of them were thinking, she would probably be helpless—she didn't want to either. The archery class in the game has a lot of fancy arrow moves. White Arrow, Continuous Arrow, Sharp Arrow, Mirror Arrow, Well Arrow, and Well Arrow are just the five most basic archery skills. There are also advanced versions. The move Zhang Yang just used was "Hundred Arrows Piercing the Heart".

According to observed samples, this is a very mana-intensive ultimate skill.

Actually, she also felt it was a waste. The first arrow could have done the job, but the next 99 arrows were just random shots. That's how it is when you use a skill.

Zhang Yang is an NPC, so she can't easily acquire the flashy skills of players. She can only practice as much as possible to make the visual effects look real until she masters the skills and develops muscle memory for them.

Just then, a dull thud came from the direction of the suspension bridge.

"The bridge is going to be lowered? It's really effective in suppressing their arrogance."

Puyang Kui cautioned, "It's not that simple."

As if to confirm her words, the drawbridge wasn't fully lowered, but only halfway down. Immediately afterward, a streak of red and black light shot out from the direction of the city gate, leaping across most of the moat before crashing onto the riverbank with a resounding boom. A shockwave rippled through the air, and yellow sand billowed. When the sand settled, a burly and imposing military general was revealed, his eyes blazing with fury!

"Who did this? Step forward!" Zhang Yang glanced at the other person's health bar, put away her golden bow, and took out a gold brick. Zhang Dami, riding beneath her, carried her out, and the other person's gaze followed, gritting her teeth, "Was it you, you brat?"

"Did I kill your son? Why are you so angry!"

"Give me back my son's life!"

Zhang Yang: "..."

Oh ho, the little boss and the monster really is his son.