It was a random moment at dawn when the Horse Gang, who had followed them for more than ten days, finally made a move to attack. The sound that pierced through the dawn light was not a horn, but the whistling of an arrow.
Hundreds of arrows fell in an arc from the meadows, tearing through the cold air and the remnants of sleep in the camp.
While the grain team was prepared both mentally and physically, it was still a mess. In the rain of arrows, people screamed in fear and hid in all corners of the camp, trying to wriggle their way to the shields at the side.
Sharp arrows pierced through the thick boards and could not move further. However, some pierced through the bodies and limbs of the civilians and army. Blood splattered, followed by painful groans. The arrows caused significant damage in just seconds.