Al~right!

"On my mark"

A man in a combat uniform shouted with a raised arm, and the two piles of soldiers on both of his sides nocked their arrows with a small fire burning on the tip of their arrows while pulling back the bowstrings.

"Fire!"

  Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

And the soldiers released their arrows as it flew towards the horde of zombies a couple of hundred meters away from them on the wide street of a large town.

Twak! Twak! Twak!

Not a lot of zombies fell, as those that were just struck on their bodies just kept moving forward, but those loosely tied two finger sized bottles on the arrows fell on the ground, cracked and splashed their contents on the road, and those zombies stepped on those slimy looking liquid.

"Nock!"

"Fire!"

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

And the same scene happened again and again as they continuously shot arrows with small glass bottles attached to the arrows towards the horde of zombies.