It was a very, very rare thing for a Yu Yan archer to be taken by surprise.
It took great amounts of stealth, and having the opportunity to spring a lightning-fast trap.
For an entire squadron of Yu Yan—that's 20 archers, for note—to be taken by surprise and beaten by a wussy little group of maybe 12 earthbenders, there had to be a larger problem here than distraction, Zhao mused.
But what?
Those archers were perfect soldiers. The only time they dropped their bows was to drink, sleep, or fuck.
Drink. Sleep. Fuck.
Wait…
He thought he'd—no, the commander he'd placed over them had to have better sense than to…
Than to…
…Fuck.
Zhao stormed into an adjoining tent, wrested the map of the town the archers had stayed in, and howled in outrage.
"There's a brothel next to the god-damn inn!"
