At Hao Zhao's command, colossal insect-slaying crossbows were wheeled up onto the city ramparts. Each of these crossbows required over a dozen men just to push, and their wooden arms were strapped with dozens of thick, arm-length bolts. These were no ordinary missiles; they were specially forged by the human race's Equipment Department to pierce the tough carapaces of the Zerg.
"Fire!" Hao Zhao roared.
In an instant, hundreds of bolts swept across the sky like a plague of locusts, hurtling toward the insect generals. They shrieked through the air with a piercing whine, as if tearing the atmosphere asunder.
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