It seemed to know no fatigue, feel no pain, and fear no death.
But now looking at it, it was completely the opposite.
Immediately, the morale of the patrol officers and soldiers soared.
The encirclement that was supposed to be faltering suddenly became firm.
That's how ordinary battles are.
When morale is down, one can fight against ten people.
But once morale rises, winning with fewer against more is not difficult.
"Where's the fishing net?"
"Where's the lasso?"
"What's wrong with the archers?"
Shouts echoed one after another, and the patrol officers who came from the yamen finally remembered they had tools specifically for capturing 'flying thieves' on them.
Immediately, nets were thrown out.
Most of them were off target.
But, a few hit their mark.
"Hold on tight, brothers!"
"Take him down!"
