He sneered inwardly as Vice General Chen desperately ran towards the camp. Vice General Chen was shocked, constantly looking back to find the direction from which the arrow was shot, but it was all forest over there, with no trace of anyone.
Thud!
A sound like tearing cloth, Vice General Chen staggered and fell to his knees, clutching his knee and pushing Min away: "Young Master, go quickly." He still tried to get up.
Min turned back to look at him, seeing a long arrow embedded in the back of his left leg. He supported Vice General Chen: "Let's go together." If they stayed here and waited for the camp to realize the danger and come over, Vice General Chen would surely die.
"Don't worry about me." Vice General Chen pushed Min away, but as he spoke, more arrows came flying in.
Min had no time to dodge and nowhere to hide, only feeling a sharp pain from his back, an arrow having already struck his waist and back, sweat instantly dripping down his forehead.
