Chapter 245: Battle of Ladakh part -3

Near the Hidden Pass

Twenty wooden carts, each bristling with hwacha arrows tipped with fuses, stood concealed on either side of the steep slopes flanking the hidden pass.

Carefully positioned along the bend, the siege machines were angled to rain devastation upon the narrow path ahead, where the enemy was expected to emerge.

The soldiers, bundled in thick cloaks against the biting wind, crouched low near the siege machines. Frost clung to their beards and eyelashes as they waited, silent and still, their breaths misting in the frigid air.

"Piiiiiiip!"

At once, all soldiers sprang into action, lighting the fuses of the hwachas in unison.

Within seconds, hundreds of arrows were launched into the sky with a whooshing roar, leaving a trail of smoke in their wake.

 The arrows shot straight arc in the open space, like an unrelenting storm of destruction, descending with terrifying precision upon the advancing cavalry.