Bab 423: An Uneasy Stalemate (Part-1)

The battle ranged on from the morning till midday, with no end in sight.

The soft glow of the spring sun turned harsh and hot by this time, making both sides sweat profusely as many a parched throat cried over for a sip of water, but was immediately squashed by the neverending bloodlust to not give the enemy an inch.

For the moment, neither side appeared to show any sign of budging.

In the meantime, Alexander's left flank had been almost drowned out in arrows, with the surrounding soil looking like it had been planted with wooden arrows like it was some kind of cash crop.

But even through all the blizzard of hailfire, the crossbowmen still held, taking refuge behind their pavises most of the time and only sneaking their head out to launch their shots, before quickly again ducking behind their protective screen to rest and reload.