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Several canisters of oil were hurled down, landing at the base of the city wall. Immediately, fire arrows struck, igniting a wall of fire with a deafening roar. Several Di Rong cavalrymen, along with their horses, were engulfed in the flames, screaming and rolling in agony. The subsequent offensive stalled.

But the Di Rong people were clearly not going to give up; more cavalry surged forward, and the arrows became even denser. The defenders on the city walls were under immense pressure.

Just then, Lin Feng climbed the city wall.

"Defend!" Han Tao's spirits lifted when he saw him arrive.

Lin Feng glanced at the situation below the city and calmly gave the orders: "Archers, concentrate your fire on the enemy's rear ranks and archers! Rolling logs, smash those within a hundred paces of the city wall! Where's Lei Bao?"

"They led men to hunt down the spies, and haven't returned yet!"

"Send him back to defend immediately! Hand over the spies within the city to Yan Qing!"

Lin Feng shouted, and at the same time drew his bow and released an arrow without even looking. In the Di Rong formation outside the city, a minor leader who was waving a command flag fell from his horse.

When the Yan army saw that the garrison commander had arrived in person and was a master archer, their morale soared and their counterattack became even more fierce.

However, the Di Rong forces were simply too numerous. As the rain of arrows subsided, more cavalry dismounted, carrying makeshift ladders and battering rams, and, under the cover of arrows, fearlessly charged towards the city walls!

The battering ram slammed heavily against the iron city gate, producing a dull thud that sent chills down one's spine.

A ladder was placed on top of the wall, and a ferocious Di Rong warrior, with a curved sword in his mouth, struggled to climb upwards.

"Roll the boulder! Smash it down!" Lin Feng shouted.

Huge boulders tumbled down the city wall with a deafening roar, smashing several siege ladders and sending the Di Rong people screaming as they fell. But more ladders were erected, and more Di Rong people surged upwards like ants.

"Spears! Thrust!" Han Tao led his spearmen, guarding the crenellations, and stabbed down the Di Rong people who had reached the top of the city wall.

A fierce close-quarters battle erupted on the city walls. Swords clashed, blood and flesh flew everywhere. Yan soldiers fell one after another, and Di and Rong people were cut down and fell to the ground.

Lin Feng had abandoned his bow and taken up a sword. His long sword transformed into a deadly flash of cold light, and wherever it passed, severed limbs flew everywhere. No one could get within three steps of him.

He was like a stabilizing force, firmly anchored at the most dangerous point of the city wall, greatly boosting the morale of the defending troops.

But there were simply too many Di Rong people; it seemed impossible to kill them all. The casualties among the defenders at the east gate were gradually increasing, and the defensive line began to falter.

"Defend! Small groups of Di Rong cavalry have also been spotted harassing the south and west gates!" another personal guard reported.

As expected, they wanted to attack from all sides and disperse their forces! Lin Feng knew that the east gate was the main point of attack and they absolutely could not divide their forces.

"Tell the commanders of the South and West gates to keep the gates tightly shut, use bows and crossbows to defend against the enemy, and not to engage in battle! The East gate must be held!"

Lin Feng cleaved a Di Rong warrior who had just jumped onto the ramparts in two with a single stroke, and roared at Han Tao, "How much oil do you have left?"

"Not many left! Only a dozen or so jars!"

"Use it all! Pour it over, and set it on fire!"

The last dozen or so jars of oil were poured down and immediately ignited by rockets. The area beneath the city walls was instantly engulfed in flames, and dozens of Di Rong soldiers perished in the inferno, once again thwarting the offensive.

However, the oil had run out. The Di Rong people seemed to realize this as well, and while their offensive slowed down, they were regrouping to prepare for an even fiercer next attack.

Before the defenders on the city wall could catch their breath, they counted their casualties and found that nearly a hundred men had been killed, all of them wounded, and they had also used up nearly half of their arrows.

"Chief Lin! I'm back!" Lei Bao, covered in blood and carrying a still-dripping iron hammer, led more than twenty men up the city wall. Clearly, the pursuit of the spy had also involved a fierce battle.

"Three were killed, a few escaped, and Yan Qing went after them!"

"Perfect timing!" Lin Feng nodded. "Take your men and cover the gap. Di Rong's next attack will be here soon. We must hold out until dawn!"

"yes!"

Just then, a low horn sounded from the Di Rong formation outside the city.

The Di Rong cavalry, who were gathering to prepare for another charge, slowly retreated upon hearing the sound. They regrouped a mile away from the city wall but did not retreat; instead, they remained watchful.

"What are they trying to do?" Lei Bao wiped the blood from his face.

Lin Feng looked into the distance and saw several riders galloping out from the Di Rong formation. The leader was a tall man wearing a magnificent fur robe, none other than Asuda, the Khan of the Black Wolf Tribe!

Beside him was Mr. Jia, a Han Chinese strategist, and several fierce generals.

Asuda rode his horse to the front of the battle line and shouted loudly towards the city wall in broken Chinese:

"Listen up, Yan general on the city walls! I am Asuda, the Great Khan of the Black Wolf Tribe! Your isolated city is now surrounded by my iron cavalry, your reinforcements are cut off, and resistance will only lead to your death! If you are willing to open the city gates and surrender, I may spare the lives of all the people in the city! If you continue to resist, when the city falls, not a single chicken or dog will be spared!"

His voice, booming like a bell, carried far on the night wind, brimming with arrogance and murderous intent.

Upon hearing this, the soldiers guarding the city wall all showed expressions of indignation.

Lin Feng walked to the front of the battlements and responded loudly, "Khan of the Black Wolf Tribe, listen up! Iron Wall City is the territory of Great Yan. It is our duty to defend this land. As long as we live, the city will stand! You barbarians have repeatedly violated our borders and slaughtered our people. This enmity is irreconcilable! If you want this city, you'll pay with your lives! I, Lin Feng, am here to await you!"

"Lin Feng?" A fierce glint flashed in Asuda's eyes, and he laughed wildly, "Good! You've got guts! I'll see if your bones are harder, or my blade is sharper! My men!"

"Here!" The Di Rong cavalry behind them roared in unison, their voices echoing across the surrounding area.

"Raze this city to the ground! Whoever captures Lin Feng alive will be rewarded with a thousand head of cattle and sheep, and ten female slaves!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Amidst even more ferocious shouts, the Di Rong cavalry launched another charge!

This time, it was no longer a test, but a full-scale attack, like a black giant wave, determined to completely crush and devour the small Iron Wall City!

"Prepare for a fight to the death!" Lin Feng brandished his sword atop the city wall, his gaze as cold as iron.

The real bloodbath has only just begun.

Unbeknownst to anyone, on the roof of the heavily guarded side room in the west courtyard of the city, a shadow darker than the night itself silently slid down like a ghost and approached the back window.

A massive black wave, carrying the force of destruction, crashed violently against the east gate of Ironwall City!

The arrows flew like locusts, blotting out the sky, more dense and ferocious than ever before!

The crenellations of the city wall were instantly riddled with arrows. Several Yan soldiers, unable to raise their shields in time, were riddled with arrows and fell screaming in agony.

Rockets trailed black smoke as they pierced city walls, wooden eaves, and door panels, flames leaping up rapidly and flailing wildly in the cold wind.

"Raise your shield! Put out the fire!" Han Tao roared hoarsely. The arrow wound on his shoulder burst open, and blood stained his armor, but he seemed oblivious as he swung his sword to cleave a fire arrow aimed at his face.

The soldiers worked in groups of three, two holding shields and the other using prepared sand and snow to desperately extinguish the flames. But there were too many fire arrows, and several places on the city wall caught fire, billowing thick smoke that made people cough and tear up.

"Archers! Return fire! Shoot those carrying ladders!" Lin Feng's voice pierced through the clamor, steady as a mountain.

He fired a rapid-fire arrow from his powerful bow, each arrow piercing the throat or chest of a Di Rong strongman carrying a ladder. However, there were too many Di Rong men; for every ten that fell, twenty more howled and took their place.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The massive battering ram, carried by dozens of Di Rong warriors, slammed heavily against the Baotie City Gate once again!