it's just that this wave of arrow rain scared the Qin army.,stared at the Liao army squirming slowly in the dark, and the clattering footsteps of the marching army. Su Pingbei's heart beat faster, and he slowly raised his hand.,the tung oil fell like rain all over the sky, and then the Qin army behind had finished building a bow and shooting an arrow. The front end of the arrow was not a sharp arrow, but a lighted flame.。