The commander's headless neck sprayed a pillar of blood, as his head rolled away.
A green-skinned soldier, wielding a chopper, charged toward Tang Zheng. Seeing the commander killed, he halted abruptly, like he had been swatted by a fly.
The warrior sheathed his blade, took down the longbow from his back, grabbed four arrows from his quiver with his right hand, and drew the bowstring into a full circle.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, the consecutive arrows, bursting through the air, struck the green-skinned soldiers in the eye sockets, piercing through their heads and carrying their bodies a good seven or eight meters before they fell.
After shooting the last arrow, the warrior forcefully twitched his hips diagonally, just as the four long arrows shot out. He caught them with one hand, not wasting even a breath's time, and drew his bow fully again, launching a strike as swift as a meteor.
