The night gradually darkened, and the shadows of people and horses were about to become indistinguishable from each other.
Li Xin stood on his horse, holding the reins in his hands and stepping on the stirrups, frowning and thinking about what the cavalry commander was planning.
Why would someone who could see through Li Xin's deployment of troops and pursue the ambushers be so foolish as to seek such a dead end? He instinctively felt that there must be a trick.
"General, it's getting darker and darker. Can you fire two rounds of direct fire while you can still see clearly?"
A centurion with a quiver on his back, a wooden bow in his hand and an old scar on his face came over and made a suggestion.
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