Groups of fleeing citizens kept running past them. Seeing the last of them about to pass, Zhao Hanzhang waved her hand, and twenty people hid as arranged on both sides of the forest, with four horse-tripping ropes set up ready, lying on the ground, having been trampled by many.
Unfortunately, too many people were fleeing; otherwise, they could dig some pits or nail spikes on the road, not just for horses but could injure a few of the pursuing troops as well.
Zhao Hanzhang slung the quiver over her back, hiding behind a tree, her sharp eyes fixed on the approaching pursuers.
When they once again increased their horse speed, wanting to catch up and plunder, Zhao Hanzhang drew an arrow and placed it on the string, slowly pulling the bow...
She watched the dozen or so riders coming closer, calculating their speed in her mind, and released the arrow at full draw. It flew straight into the neck of the leading horse, causing it to whinny in pain and fall to the ground...
