Surviving the Crisis

Fu Baoguo remained calm in the eye of the storm of arrows.

His eyes were calm and sharp as he paid close attention to Dongxuan army's movement on the field. His orders rang out continuously as he continued to issue commands to his men.

This was the most critical moment!

Countless janissaries around him raised their shields, sabers, and swords to block the avalanche of arrows. Some of them let out an occasional low grunt as they were hit by the Deicide arrows, but they dared not moan in pain for fear of lowering their morale. As long as those shots did not kill, they would hold back their agony; they knew that they could not die here, they could not afford to lose their lives. If they did come to an unfortunate end, they would only cause trouble to their fighting comrades.

It took only a single breath but around forty to fifty janissaries had fallen. Still, no one made a sound, even up until the moment they died.

Fu Baoguo remained standing, unperturbedly issuing his commands.