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Chapter 95 Iron Bull Breaks Through the Gate

Black smoke had just billowed out of the stone passage of the grain shed when the Iron Bull had already charged out of the abandoned stone wall.

Ten heavily armored infantrymen followed behind, their shields covered with thick, water-soaked felt.

Bai Zhi stood behind the third crossbow position and pressed her palm forward.

"Suppress the stone path!"

The short crossbows fired in rapid succession vibrated.

Just as the four archers guarding the grain shed were about to peek out, crossbow bolts were driven into the wooden railing and stone wall.

One bandit was shot in the shoulder with an arrow, and his longbow fell from the platform. Another bandit hid behind an oil drum, and just as he exposed half of his body, a second volley of crossbow bolts grazed the rim of the drum and pierced his thigh.

The guards at the grain depot dragged the wounded man backward.

On the stone path leading to the iron gate, the burnt oil stains had spread for half a meter.

Flames shot down through the cracks in the rocks, while black smoke billowed outwards along the ground.

Tie Niu held the large shield in front of him.

The wet felt was pressed down with kerosene, and the flames sizzled as they touched the felt.

The two foot soldiers at the front worked together to lift the wet sandbags and smash them heavily onto the burning area.

The water bag behind then poured down.

Zhao Lihua and her men kept passing things behind the abandoned stone wall.

"There are still six sandbags left!"

"Don't use up all the water at once; there might be a fire inside!"

Tie Niu turned around and shouted, "Make way for me!"

"You know the way."

Bai Zhi cursed from behind the crossbow.

"The oil drums haven't been moved yet!"

Eight wooden buckets were placed on the right side of the stone path.

The first one was already blackened by the flames, and oil began to seep out from the cracks in the barrel.

Two bandits rushed out from the side of the grain depot, each carrying a torch.

"Light the bucket!"

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The crossbow bolt struck the first man's wrist, and the torch flew out of his hand.

The second person used the oil drum as cover and rushed to the edge of the stone path.

Tie Niu swung his heavy shield, the corner of which struck him in the chest.

The bandit stumbled back several steps, his back slamming against the stone wall. Before he could regain his footing, a heavy axe fell just past his shoulder.

The axe blade cleaved into the stone ground.

Gravel flew everywhere.

The bandit slumped against the wall, his torch rolling into the wet sand, and the flame quickly went out.

Tie Niu pulled out his axe.

"Move the buckets away!"

Four heavily armored infantrymen rushed to the right side of the stone path.

The oil drum was heavy and the outer wall was slippery, so several people used ropes to lasso the drum and drag it out.

Shouts came from behind the grain storage gate.

"Put down the logs!"

A thick log rolled down the stone path.

The infantry at the very front raised their shields and stood their ground.

The log struck the shield, carrying the two men backward several feet.

The second one followed immediately.

Tie Niu stepped behind the shield, bracing his shoulders against it, and sank his feet into the wet sand.

The force of the wood impact traveled along the shield and into the arm.

He grunted, but steadied himself.

"Move it to the side!"

The three shields rotated diagonally at the same time.

The log grazed the edge of the shield, knocked over two oil drums, and rolled down the stone steps into the open space.

The lid of the bucket cracked, and a large amount of black oil spilled out.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Lihua immediately called for people to carry sand.

"Cover it with oil first!"

"Anyone who dares to drop a spark here, I'll bury them in the rubble!"

The oil drums were dragged away from the stone path one by one.

Bai Zhi's crossbowmen continued to hold down the high platform.

The brazier was also overturned by an arrow, and the charcoal inside fell into the wet felt that had been laid out beforehand, where it was trampled into black mud by the foot soldiers.

When Tie Niu arrived at the entrance of the grain depot, most of the open flames on the stone path had already been extinguished.

The two iron-clad wooden doors were tightly closed.

The sounds of dragging grain sacks and wooden crates could be heard continuously coming from behind the door.

There were also bandits inside shouting to set things on fire.

Tie Niu raised his heavy axe.

Bai Zhi called out from behind, "Door hinges!"

"I saw it!"

The first axe blow landed.

The sheet metal covering the door frame was dented, and sawdust flew out through the gap.

The bandits inside the grain depot hurriedly used their spears to stab out through the crack in the door.

The shield was placed against the door panel, blocking all the spearheads.

Tie Niu changed his position.

The second axe strike is aimed at the lower hinge of the door.

The metal parts emitted a harsh scraping sound, and the door panel tilted slightly inward.

"Again!"

The heavily armored infantrymen braced their shields against the entrance and pushed forward together.

The third axe fell close to the crack.

The door hinge broke.

The left door panel crashed inwards, pinning down the two bandits behind it.

Tie Niu stepped across the threshold, carrying a heavy axe.

"The door is open!"

"Put out the fire first!"

Three fires have already been lit deep inside the grain storage cave.

A grain sack was cut open, scattering millet and wheat grains all over the ground. Several bandits, holding torches, were about to throw them onto the grain pile.

Heavy infantry charged in from both sides of the Iron Bull.

The short crossbows fired in unison close to the doorway.

One of the bandits carrying a torch was shot in the chest with an arrow and fell backward into a grain sack. Just as another bandit threw out his torch, a wet blanket came over him from the side, covering him and the fire.

Zhao Lihua led her people to bring sandbags and water bags inside the gate.

The wet sand covered the flames on the grain sacks.

Water dripped down the wooden frame, and the few burlap sacks that had just been lit only smelled of burning.

Tie Niu swung his axe and smashed a crossbeam in half.

The wooden frame blocking the grain pile collapsed, trapping the two bandits in a corner.

"Throw the knife away!"

One of them even tried to crawl away from behind the grain sack.

Tie Niu held the axe in front of him.

"Climb one more step, and I'll use you as my fourth test."

The man glanced at the collapsed iron gate, and the short knife in his hand quickly fell to the ground.

The entrance to the grain depot was gradually taken over by heavily armored infantry.

More than half of the three hundred bushels of grain were preserved.

Only a dozen or so grain sacks near the entrance were burned through, and wheat grains mixed with water and sand were scattered all over the ground.

When Bai Zhi rushed into the grain storage cave, she first looked at the fire, then at Tie Niu.

"I'll let you wait until the fire is out before you break down the door."

Tie Niu pointed to the innermost part.

"By the time they're all wiped out, the grain will have all been burned."

Bai Zhi watched as the last fire was being extinguished.

"You did the right thing this time."

Hou San's voice came from afar.

"Tie Niu, remember this."

"I might not hear it a second time."

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The second chain of the wooden prison was also broken.

The woman, carrying her child, evacuated along the white cloth markings towards the drainage ditch.

Ding Wang and a few merchants stayed behind to carry the wounded, and a long queue quickly formed outside the wooden door.

Hou San stood at the crossroads, leaning against the wall.

With each deep breath, fresh blood seeps from the linen cloth around his waist.

A cavalryman from Zhenbei saw this and reached out to help him.

"Brother Hou, go out first."

"We're still missing the last row on the east side."

Hou San pointed to the depths of the wooden cell.

"I'll leave after everyone inside comes out."

"Commander Xu will let you open the door alive."

"The door is open."

Hou San leaned against the wall and smiled.

"I'll save this breath for when I get back and get scolded by Qin Yuenu. That'll be enough."

Suddenly, the sound of horses' hooves breaking against the wooden railing came from behind.

Inside the Tibetan Horse Valley, Aman led his men to cut open the outer fence and sever all the horse tethering ropes.

More than sixty warhorses, now unrestrained, surged toward the valley entrance.

She had the Zhenbei cavalry block the road leading to the inner village with felt in advance, so the horses could only run along the outer slope into the valley.

The Black Wind Stronghold henchmen responsible for guarding the horses drew their swords and chased after them for a few steps, only to be pinned to their feet by crossbow bolts from the high slope.

Ah Man stood on the railing.

"Drive the horses out, leave the people behind!"

"Those who threw the knife, get down!"

The outer henchmen exchanged glances.

The young man in the lead threw the knife into the snow.

"My job is just to feed the horses!"

The second knife also fell.

"I was also arrested and brought up the mountain last year!"

Aman ordered two Zhenbei riders to ride forward and tie up the man.

"Whether he was arrested or not, we'll talk about that after the interrogation."

"Now lie down properly, and don't test the crossbow with your head."

The neighing of horses in Zangma Valley gradually faded into the distance.

Black Wind Stronghold lost its last batch of warhorses capable of charging into battle.

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The stone steps of the inner village were stained red with blood.

Xu Qingshan led his men down the side slope towards the wooden building.

The leader's confidants are still resisting.

The henchmen on the periphery began to retreat.

A young bandit holding a long spear saw the fire in the grain cave go out, and then he saw the people in the wooden prison retreating out, his arms gradually hanging down.

The supervisor slashed him on the back from behind.

"Dare to back out?"

Xu Qingshan stepped over two stone steps and thrust his long sword under the ribs of the guard captain.

As the blade was pulled out, the corpse rolled down the steps.

He looked at the young bandit.

"Throw away the knife and retreat to the wall."

"We'll take action after we've thoroughly investigated the bloodshed."

The young bandit gritted his teeth and threw away his spear.

Several of the surrounding henchmen also abandoned their weapons.

The sound of weapons hitting the ground rang out continuously.

Xu Qingshan did not stop, and led the Zhenbei cavalry to continue charging towards the wooden building.

One of the core bandits ran out of the side gate with a torch, intending to set fire to the nearby thatched hut.

A short crossbow bolt pierced his arm from ten paces away.

Xu Qingshan kicked the torch away and struck the opponent's temple with the back of his knife.

Another group of bandits was dragging two women toward the stone house, intending to use them to block the way.

The Zhenbei cavalry surrounded them from behind.

The spear pierced the bandit holding the man down, and the woman ran along the wall toward the white cloth marker.

On the second floor of the wooden building, the chief saw that the grain depot had fallen and the sound of horses running away echoed from the Hidden Horse Valley. The scar on his face twitched with each breath.

"Retreat to the stone houses in the inner village!"

"Accountant and trusted confidants, come with me!"

More than twenty core bandits fought and retreated.

The stone house is located at the deepest part of the inner village, with its back against the mountain wall, and its doors and windows are all reinforced with thick wood.

As the chief was passing by the outside of the wooden prison, he happened to see a seven or eight-year-old boy squatting by the roadside.

The child and mother were separated by the crowd, and the child was crying while clutching a broken wooden bowl.

He reached out and grabbed the child by the back of his collar, lifting him up directly.

The child struggled and kicked his legs.

"mother!"

Hou Sangang rushed over from the direction of the wooden prison, and his expression changed when he saw this scene.

"The boss!"

"Using a child as a shield, you've really gone too far as a chieftain!"

The head of the gang dragged the child back into the stone house.

A long knife was placed against his neck.

A line of blood appeared from the blade.

The child froze in fear, and stopped crying.