The next day, just before sunrise, the war drums of the Ammar Kingdom reverberated across the battlefield.
Tens of thousands of troops steadily advanced towards the Mountain Fortress of the Yelan Kingdom with the intention of breaking their defenses apart.
"Archers, aim!" Watson ordered.
Tens of thousands of archers all nocked an arrow on their bows and aimed upwards. Their enemies were still outside of their firing range, so they all held their arrows steady and didn't shoot any of their arrows.
'This is bad. The wind is blowing towards us,' Watson frowned. 'This will reduce the effectiveness of our ranged attacks. I need to wait until they are close enough to order the attack.'
But, to Watson's dismay, the army of the Ammar Kingdom stopped just before they entered the range of his archers. It was as if they knew exactly where the safe spot was, and stopped before their formation could suffer a rain of arrows that would have taken countless lives.