Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

"A ghost...a ghost!"

A piercing, distorted scream shattered the silence of the night.

Li Gui's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground.

Wang Jin gripped the wall tightly, his eyes bulging as if they were about to pop out of their sockets.

He watched the black figure sprinting wildly along the vertical wall, defying gravity.

Suddenly, I felt that the common sense I had believed in all my life was being crushed to pieces by the other party.

What the hell is this kind of light-body skill?

Even the most skilled thieves in the martial arts world wouldn't dare to do this!

"Stop him...stop him! Stop him for me!"

Wang Jin finally broke free from his petrified state and let out a pig-like roar.

"Shoot arrows! Throw stones! Damn it, where's the rolling log?!"

Chaos erupted on the city wall.

Those conscripted able-bodied men and veterans, crying and screaming, began to fight back.

A stone the size of a millstone was lifted to the wall by seven or eight old men with heavy heaves.

He lost his balance and stumbled. The heavy stone slammed into the instep of an old soldier with a loud thud, and a piercing scream echoed across the city wall.

Two soldiers, trembling, poured a pot of boiling oil into it.

As a result, his hand trembled, and most of the pot flowed down the inner wall of the city, scalding his own men who were about to pass things to him, who screamed in pain.

A few arrows were shot out, soft and weak; rather than an attack, they seemed more like a friendly greeting to Lin Mo.

Lin Mo moved swiftly and agilely along the wall, his movements as fast as a ghost.

These attacks were no different from slow-motion replays in his eyes.

Is a rock coming from the left?

A zigzag movement, a perfect dodge.

Are there arrows blocking the way on the right?

With a quick left dodge, the arrow futilely passed by his position.

Are there logs on top?

Ha, how naive.

Lin Mo even had time to mentally complain.

"This level of defense is about the level of a kindergarten senior, isn't it?"

"They don't even have ballistic prediction capabilities. I'm really worried for them."

The top of the wall was almost within reach.

Wang Jin's wrinkled old face was now clearly visible.

Lin Mo could even see his pupils contracting violently due to fear.

He smiled.

"Come on, Grandpa's here to open the door!"

Lin Mo shouted.

However, just as he was preparing to complete the final sprint.

An indescribable, extremely strong stench suddenly assaulted his senses!

It was the ultimate smell, a mixture of fermentation, decay, and the most primal human excrement.

It's so addictive, so incredibly addictive!

Lin Mo's sprinting motion suddenly froze, his stomach churning instantly, and he felt an urge to vomit up his dinner from the night before.

He subconsciously looked up.

On the top of the wall, Wang Jin was directing his soldiers to lift more than a dozen huge wooden barrels.

The bucket was tilted, and an indescribable, yellowish-brown, viscous liquid mixed with solids poured down like a waterfall!

Splash splash splash splash—

To Lin Mo at that moment, the sound was more terrifying than the death knell of hell.

"Feces...feces water!?"

Holy crap!

Lin Mo's mind went blank with a buzz.

He had fought countless battles, and he had imagined facing mountains of knives and seas of fire.

But damn it, I never imagined that one day I would be driven back by buckets of old, stale manure!

As the yellow "Milky Way" flowed rapidly down the city wall, carrying a pungent smell, it was about to engulf their footing.

The instinct for survival instantly overwhelmed everything.

Lin Mo suddenly pushed off the wall, using all his strength, his body arcing through the air before crashing heavily back to the ground.

"Bang!"

Lin Mo landed on his feet, kicking up dust, and then staggered back more than ten steps.

Only then did I realize that the smell, which could send someone flying on the spot, had faded a little.

"Damn it!"

Lin Mo covered his nose, pointed at Wang Jin who was also covering his nose on the city wall, and cursed loudly.

"If you're going to defend the city, then defend the city. What's with throwing excrement at it?"

"What about martial ethics?! Do you have no spirit of war at all?!"

On the city wall, Wang Jin's eyes were watering from the fumes, but his face was filled with wild joy and vengeful triumph.

He suppressed the urge to vomit and roared triumphantly down below.

"In war...all's fair in war! Ugh—"

Wang Jin leaned against the wall, spat out a mouthful of sour water, and then shouted loudly with his neck stiffened.

"Go ahead and try, ugh—, come up here again if you dare!"

"I've got dozens of big tubs of that ready for you! I guarantee you'll get a really relaxing soak in that yellowish water!"

"vomit--"

Qin Ruxue rode up to Lin Mo's side, her face full of concern.

But her furrowed brows and slightly twitching nostrils betrayed her feelings at that moment.

Clearly, the aroma has already drifted over on the wind.

Are you alright?

"fine."

Lin Mo waved his hand, looking at the wall that had been stained beyond recognition, his eyes cold.

Qin Ruxue followed his gaze, and a fierce look flashed across her handsome face.

"These guys have run out of tricks. Give the order for a full-scale assault!"

She gripped the sword hilt, her voice resolute.

"The city's defenders are nothing but a bunch of old, weak, and disabled men; their morale is completely gone. We'll gather three thousand cavalry, break down the city gates at any cost, and we can win in one battle!"

Lin Mo shook his head upon hearing this.

"no."

Qin Ruxue was taken aback.

"Why not? This is the perfect opportunity!"

"The best opportunity also means the greatest casualties."

Lin Mo pointed to the towering gate wall, his voice becoming deep.

"Look at this wall, look at this terrain. Are you going to send cavalry ramming the gate?"

"If we don't break down the gate, we'll become sitting ducks for those old men on the city wall, and be crushed to death by stones and logs."

"Even if our infantry can climb up using ladders, what would be the cost in the process?"

"Using the lives of our elite soldiers to exchange for the lives of the old, weak, sick, and disabled—three for one? Or ten for one?"

Lin Mo turned around and glanced at the Xuanjia Army soldiers behind him, who were full of fighting spirit.

Each one of them was a precious gem that he had nurtured with great expense and effort.

"These soldiers are the fruits of my labor."

"It's not worth sacrificing them for nothing just to capture a pass that's within easy reach."

Qin Ruxue fell silent.

She looked at Lin Mo's profile, at the seriousness now revealed in his eyes, which always held a hint of playfulness.

She got it.

In her eyes, casualties are part of war, cold, hard numbers.

But in Lin Mo's eyes, every soldier is important.

"Then... what do we do?"

Qin Ruxue's voice softened unconsciously.

Lin Mo turned his head and looked again at Wang Jin, who was still shouting on the city wall. His cynical smile returned to his face.

"What's the rush?"

"Does he think he can get away with it by shutting himself in the door and hiding like a coward?"

Lin Mo cracked his wrists, making a "crackling" sound.

"He has his brilliant plan, but I have my own way out. No, I don't need a ladder at all."

"Pass on my orders."

"The entire army retreated five li and set up camp."

"what?"

Qin Ruxue was stunned.

On the city wall, Li Gui was also dumbfounded.

He watched as the army below the city began to slowly retreat, and stammered a question.

"Brother Wang... what are they doing? Did they get scared away by our 'divine water from heaven'?"

"Hmph, he's smart to know his place!"

Wang Jin smugly slapped the wall, which aggravated his lame leg, causing him to grimace in pain.

However, just when everyone thought Lin Mo was going to give up.

Lin Mo turned his horse around, neither looking at the retreating army nor at Wang Jin on the city wall.

His gaze slowly rose.

After passing over the towering walls, we looked out at the sheer cliffs on both sides of the pass that seemed to reach the sky... a sheer drop of ten thousand feet.