Chapitre 117: Battle For The Airdrop (3)

Then a rain of arrows descended at the charging mob like a bullet.

"Ahh!"

"Run! Run! Ack~!"

The people at middle of the mob took the massive brunt of the rain of arrows as they slowly fell flat on the ground, some had arrows in their shoulders, legs and torso and there are even more worse results than that as there are even people who immediately died when an arrow struck them in their heads, killing them immediately.

John and his group stood at the other side of the river on top of the river wall along with the other camps while making sure that their distance with each other is just right.

"Tsk~ Idiots!" John said as he clicked his tongue in annoyance.

A minute later, the one sided slaughter was already over.

Multiple corpses was scattered along the ground and their blood dyed the ground in red. Some "lucky" folks still manage to survive with only arrows stuck in their arms, shoulders or legs as they keep groaning on the ground.

"Argh!"

"It hurts!"