Song Yuanzhao sneered coldly, his knife clanged down onto the desk, instantly adding an angle to the table.
"This is indeed a great idea that Zhao Xiyan brought to our doorstep. If it weren't for his men flying around above my head in that huge basket every day, I would never have thought of the spectacular effect of releasing a hundred thousand arrows simultaneously! Hahaha... those heavy crossbows finally came into use..."
"Father, doing this, you will kill the civilians in the city along with him!"
"Civilians in the city? Humph..." A savage smile appeared on Song Yuanzhao's gloomy face.
"Those wretched people, they approve of Zhao Xiyan, so let them die with him!"
At that moment, a messenger came in and reported that 500,000 troops had been arranged in position, with 100,000 elite troops on the front line, all equipped with meticulously crafted crossbows, and everyone else was also in place, just waiting for Song Yuanzhao's order to attack.
