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The city gate groaned under the strain, splinters of wood flying from the bolt. The Yan soldiers behind the gate held it up with their bodies, reinforcing it with wooden pillars, their faces flushed and veins bulging.

"Roll the stone! Release it!" Lei Bao shouted fiercely from a section of the city wall to the left of the East Gate.

Huge boulders rolled down the city wall with a thunderous roar, smashing two siege ladders to pieces. The Di Rong people on top screamed as they fell, but more siege ladders were erected from other locations.

The battle instantly entered its most brutal and brutal phase. The Di Rong people, fearless of death, saw more and more scaling the city walls.

The Yan soldiers relied on the crenellations and city walls, and used spears, broadswords, and even stones to fight the enemy to the death.

Amidst the flashing blades and flying flesh, roars, screams, the clash of weapons, and the crackling of flames mingled together, creating a symphony of death.

Lin Feng had abandoned his bow and taken up a sword. His long sword transformed into a rolling, gleaming wheel of light, moving swiftly and decisively within the narrow area of ​​the city wall.

His footwork was unpredictable, and his swordsmanship concise and ruthless, targeting the enemy's vital joints. With each strike, a Di Rong warrior would fall with a scream. He was like a pillar of strength, firmly anchored at the forefront of the city wall, greatly boosting the morale of the surrounding soldiers.

But there were simply too many Di and Rong people; they could not be killed off completely.

"Chief Lin! We can't hold out here!" An anxious shout came from a section of the city wall on the right. The Yan soldiers there had their defenses breached by the relentless attacks of the Di Rong people, and several Di Rong warriors had already leaped onto the city wall and were hacking and slashing wildly.

"Yan Qing!" Lin Feng shouted sharply.

A dark figure appeared from the side like a ghost—it was Yan Qing! He had already resolved the matter of hunting down spies in the city and was leading his men back.

He moved nimbly through the crowd, his twin blades transforming into two silver snakes, slashing throats and stabbing hearts with cunning and ruthlessness. In an instant, he dispatched several Di Rong warriors who had leaped onto the city wall, stabilizing that section of the defense.

"Defend! We're almost out of oil and boulders!" Han Tao rushed to Lin Feng's side and said urgently.

Lin Feng cleaved a Di Rong centurion who charged at him with a single stroke, his gaze sweeping across the city below. Although the Di Rong had suffered heavy casualties, their offensive showed no signs of abating, and a dark mass of men continued to follow.

The defenders were running out of arrows, logs, stones, and oil; their soldiers were exhausted, and casualties were mounting. If this continued, it was only a matter of time before the city gates fell.

We must use unconventional tactics to blunt the enemy's momentum!

"Lei Bao!" Lin Feng shouted.

"Here!" Lei Bao roared, smashing the head of a Di Rong warrior with his hammer.

"Take your able-bodied men and get out of the city! Open the gates!"

"What?!" Lei Bao and Han Tao were both stunned. Open the city gates? Wasn't that suicide?

"Listen to my command!" Lin Feng said decisively.

"Open only a crack! Form a wedge formation and break out. Don't aim to kill the enemy, just disrupt their siege formation, especially the battering rams and archers! Charge in briefly and then come back! Han Tao, you lead the archers and crossbowmen to provide full cover on the city wall! Yan Qing, you lead your men to prepare to provide backup. Close the gate as soon as it opens!"

Although Lei Bao was puzzled, seeing Lin Feng's resolute expression, he immediately roared, "Understood! Anyone still breathing, come down the city with me!"

He selected about thirty valiant veterans, all elite soldiers who had survived countless battles, each bearing wounds but with fierce eyes. The group quickly descended to the city gate.

"Open the city gates!" Lin Feng shouted from the city wall.

"Creak, creak—" The heavy iron gate was slowly opened, just wide enough for two horses to ride abreast, through the gaps in the soldiers' desperate efforts to hold back the battering ram.

The Di Rong warriors who were charging forward with battering rams outside the city, as well as the Di Rong soldiers who were preparing to climb the city gates nearby, were all taken aback when they suddenly saw the city gates open.

In that moment of stunned silence—

"Kill!" Lei Bao, like a wounded tiger, was the first to rush out from the crack in the door, his iron hammer carrying a fierce wind as it swept across the enemy!

Behind him, thirty veteran soldiers, like hungry wolves released from their cages, formed a sharp cone-shaped formation, roaring as they charged into the unsuspecting Di Rong attacking vanguard!

Caught completely off guard! The Di Rong people never expected the defending army to dare to launch a counterattack at this moment! The front-line warriors and soldiers were instantly cut down, and the attacking formation was thrown into chaos!

"Fire the arrows!" Han Tao roared from the city wall.

The surviving Yan archers fought with all their might, unleashing a torrential downpour of arrows at the Di Rong archers and their follow-up troops below the city, providing them with cover.

Lei Bao led thirty men, like a red-hot knife cutting into butter, stirring up the Di Rong's ranks! They didn't linger in battle, nor did they crave glory; they specifically targeted areas with large numbers and chaos, completely disrupting the Di Rong's siege rhythm.

Lei Bao set his sights on the massive battering ram, and led a few men to charge forward, cutting down the guards and overturning the ram.

"Withdraw! Withdraw now!" Seeing that their objective had been achieved, the Di Rong people had recovered from the chaos and began to surround the city. Lei Bao dared not linger in the battle. He roared and led his men in a fighting retreat, rushing towards the gap in the city gate.

"Close the city gates! Provide backup!" Lin Feng, who had a clear view from the city wall, immediately gave the order.

Yan Qing had already led his men to guard behind the door, and arrows kept shooting out from the cracks in the door to block the pursuers.

Lei Bao and the others struggled back, squeezing through the door crack one by one. As the last man retreated, the city gate slammed shut, slamming into several Di Rong soldiers who had been chasing them the closest, leaving them bloodied and screaming as they were trapped in the crack.

"Kill!" The Yan soldiers swarmed forward from behind the city gate and hacked the dead to pieces.

This unexpected counterattack, though only lasting a short time, greatly dampened the Di Rong's arrogance, disrupted their rhythm, and gave them a precious respite.

The Di and Rong people below the city suffered heavy casualties, their battering rams were destroyed, and their offensive stalled.

"Good! Well done!" The Yan soldiers on the city wall cheered loudly as they saw Lei Bao and his men retreat safely.

In the Di Rong camp, Asuda's face was ashen. He hadn't expected that, despite such an overwhelming advantage, the enemy would still dare to launch a counterattack outside the city and actually succeed.

"Great Khan, the Yan army is at its last gasp; what they did just now was merely a desperate struggle!"

Mr. Jia said in a sinister voice, "As long as we regroup and press on with our momentum, we will surely break through the city!"

Asuda looked at the flickering firelight on the city wall and the figures who, though exhausted, still stood tall, especially the black figure that stood on the city wall as if unshakeable, and his eyes gleamed with even greater ferocity.

"Send the order! Send the 'Black Wolf Guard'! At all costs, take the East Gate within half an hour!" Asuda said through gritted teeth.

The Black Wolf Guards were his most elite personal guards. They numbered only a hundred, but each one was a warrior capable of taking on ten men.

"yes!"

The horns in the Di Rong formation changed again, becoming even lower and more somber.

About a hundred Di Rong warriors, dressed in pure black leather armor, with ferocious paint on their faces, and carrying heavy scimitars and iron shields, slowly emerged from the formation.