Xiulote silently counted the enemies left in front of their formation, frowning once again. After the first volley, the formation of the militia was extremely loose, and four volleys of arrow rain killed just over six hundred people. And the three thousand crossbowmen had used up a staggering twelve thousand expensive arrows—twenty arrows for one militia, no matter how you look at it, it was a losing deal!
The young commander's face was as still as water. He commanded the advancing army, with the samurai moving slowly. However, the enemy's taskmasters showed no mercy, killing the leading stone-throwing militiamen who tried to flee and once again compelling the militia to move forward, driving them to continue harassing the Mexica battle lines.