Every single steel spearhead was gleaming with a chilling light. At this moment, spear formations to the front and rear had created pincers, closing in on them.
Spears arrayed like a forest.
There was no surpassing this.
"… Brother, I think I misspoke. They don't just have a few hundred men; now... there are at least two or three thousand blocking the way ahead, and probably the same number behind us. Of course, that's both front and back combined, which I estimate comes close to six thousand people." Yan Dahu's expression looked rather grim because the number was a bit excessive: "Plus the sides... there might be even more."
Yan Dahu had already seen on the slopes to the left and right densely packed men who had raised their strong bows, and all of them had already nocked arrows to their bowstrings.
The moment someone gave the order, they would unleash a volley of arrows, with at least ten thousand arrow shafts shooting westward toward them!