He remembered a scene from a movie he had watched back when his homeland was fine. It was an amazing scene where hundreds, even thousands, of arrows were fired at a single person.
We don't have that many, but we still have a few dozen.
A smile finally formed on Feng's lips. He passed his men and ran for the entrance. When he finally stepped out of the gate, his men were waiting for him.
"Huh? What's going on?"
"Get ready to welcome a guest! He'll be out soon."
"Who?"
"That bastard! Ready the arrows!"
His men hurriedly scattered at his order. Feng stood with them in front of the gate. He was sure that with enough arrows, he could kill the man.
However, even after waiting a while, the first to come out of the gate was not the local. It was one of their comrades, missing a leg.
"S-save me... save me..."
Feng tightened his grip on the gun in his hands as tension filled his body. In that state, he waited for a long time, but the man still did not appear.
