Chapter Fifty-Six: Suffering Another Defeat

  As Xiao Tianjian led his men to protect the tenants, they had already filled out a passage on the moat. Moreover, there were not a few casualties on Xiao Tianjian's side, and Wang Tiandao was not in a position to immediately force Xiao Tianjian to follow him in attacking the village, so he directed his own men to prepare for an attack on the village gate.

  However, Wang Tiandong still personally found Xiao Tianjian and let the knife shield soldiers under Xiao Tianjian follow them up. After all, each of the knife shield soldiers under Xiao Tianjian was wearing leather armor, with defensive capabilities much stronger than those under his command, which made Wang Tiandong quite envious.

  Xiao Tianjian took a look at Tie Tou, nodded, and Tie Tou looked down on Wang Tianglong's approach, somewhat unwilling, but seeing Xiao Tianjian's face, he still stood up and replied: "Yes! Boss!" He pointed to his subordinates with several knife shields and followed Wang Tianglong.

  "Brothers, put in more effort! Tonight, let's try to get inside, and once we're in, I'll treat you to a big feast of meat and wine! And the women inside will be yours to sleep with! Don't any of you dare turn back now, or I'll cut off your head! Get ready to charge! Smash open the gate, and let's enjoy the good food and drink!"

  His subordinates, after being stirred up by him, one by one raised their hands and shouted loudly. Their morale was quite high. What do people want in this world? Peace? Bullshit! At least in Shaanxi Province, it's all just a bunch of nonsense! A full stomach? Even more so! Except for those wealthy families with stored grain, even some small landowners have gone bankrupt. It's impossible to eat your fill, so life is worthless. Some people can kill for a mouthful of food, let alone now when there's wine, meat, and women in the village. The temptation is too great, so Wang Tiandong's subordinates were excitedly shouting like they had been injected with chicken blood.

  Wang Tianlong waved his hand and shouted loudly: "Pour it! Brothers! Give me a drink!"

  More than 200 people, under his instigation, immediately rushed towards the Zhuangzi like madmen. Some held shields in front to provide cover for those behind, while others carried long ladders and still others carried a large wooden beam. The crowd shouted loudly as they charged towards the Zhuangzi.

  Fan Family Fortress immediately realized the danger was approaching, and without waiting for these people to get close to the wall, they started firing arrows randomly. Several fire guns also started firing in succession, aiming at so many people, almost no need to aim at all, every shot, every arrow could hit someone. However, these people were really desperate, although some people were injured or killed, but the remaining people didn't care at all, just trampling on their companions' corpses and continuing to charge forward fiercely.

  Xiao Tianjian shook his head in the back, what kind of fight is this! It's simply taking lives to fill! These lives are really worthless in Wang Tiandong's eyes, and he actually wants to take the lives of his subordinates to fill the village!

  Wang Tiandong didn't care about this, the dead in his eyes were just normal and couldn't be normal again. As long as there was food and money, even if these subordinates died, he could still recruit people and horses, so he wasn't worried about the casualties of his subordinates at all. He supervised from behind, shouting loudly to urge his subordinates to charge forward.

  But with so many people rushing forward in a chaotic manner, not to mention the casualties, they encountered trouble at the moat. Everyone was scrambling to squeeze through the narrow passageway as quickly as possible to reach the other side of the moat under the wall. However, the road was only this narrow, and after a group of people rushed to the moat, they immediately crowded together, making themselves the best target for the guards.

  The strong men on the wall also launched a fierce attack, with bows and arrows firing wildly, instantly shooting down a large number of Wang Tianglong's men who were crowded in the trench, causing the remaining people to cry out in shock.

  But the people in front couldn't retreat, and could only watch as they were beaten. However, Tie Tou and several of Xiao Tianjian's subordinates had grown clever, and although they charged forward, they never squeezed towards that passageway. Each one protected their own body, appearing to shield the people behind them. But upon closer inspection by a clever person, it was clear that they maintained a united front, refusing to blend in with Wang Tiandong's subordinates. This was also Xiao Tianjian's secret instruction to Tie Tou, telling them not to foolishly become cannon fodder for Wang Tiandong and his men.

  Wang Tiandu urged his men to charge towards the Zhuangzi, and at this time he finally brought up the archers and musketeers, letting a group of people with shields cover them, charging out of the trenches and starting to fire guns and arrows.

  Both sides suddenly started firing, with bursts of smoke coming out from time to time, which was very choking. As a result, the firepower of the Zhuang Ding on the wall was actually suppressed, forcing them to hide under the female wall.

  At this time, a loud noise suddenly came from the female wall, followed by a miserable cry that was unbearable to the ears. Xiao Tianjian had been paying attention to the battle situation and immediately saw the occurrence of this scene. A strong man with blood all over his face was stumbling around on the wall of the villa.

  "Hah... that guy's gun finally backfired! Serves him right!" Xiao Tianjian couldn't help but laugh, his ribs were still aching from the previous shot, he'd be crazy not to be angry!

  But Wang Tianlong's good fortune did not last long, his firearms team was obviously not well-trained and did not know how to handle it. As soon as they fired two rounds of shots, one of the guns suddenly exploded with a loud bang, and the person holding the gun immediately covered his face and fell to the ground with a scream.

  The remaining few gunners were so frightened that they dared not fire again, and the gunfire on the battlefield suddenly stopped, leaving only the bowmen still desperately shooting.

  However, archers shooting arrows also have a limit. Drawing a bow is not an energy-saving activity. A person's arm strength is limited and it is impossible to continuously shoot arrows for a long time. An archer can persist in shooting five or six arrows in a row, which is already quite good. After three rounds of attacks, the archers inside the village were also somewhat exhausted and gradually unable to shoot.

  Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wang Tiandong's subordinates, although suffering heavy casualties, still rushed over the trench. Some people accidentally fell into the trench and were immediately pierced by bamboo stakes and sharp wooden stakes, scaring the remaining people to be much more careful when rushing over.

  The situation began to turn in Wang Tianlong's favor, with some poles already rushing to the bottom of the village wall and busily setting up long ladders against it. However, at this moment, the people on top of the village wall finally showed their strength. With a loud shout from inside the village, many villagers emerged together, throwing down logs and large stones, instantly crushing the bandits gathered below the village wall, causing heads to crack and blood to flow. A long ladder had just been set up when it was caught by an iron fork and pushed out, falling into the crowd and knocking over several people.

  Wang Tiandong, on the other hand, was quite experienced. Holding up his shield, he charged across the moat and directed his men to run towards the village gate first, wanting to cut off the ropes of the drawbridge and lower it to create a wider passage.

  But before they could get close to the manor gate, several fire basins were thrown down from the wall inside the manor, instantly igniting a large flame. It turned out that the fire basins also contained tung oil, which ignited immediately when it came into contact with people's bodies. Several of Wang Tiandong's subordinates let out mournful cries as they burned, and two of them couldn't bear the pain and jumped directly into the moat, where they were instantly impaled on the sharp wooden stakes at the bottom.

  Such a blow made Wang Tianlong's offense suddenly stagnate, and the wall of the village began to pour down boiling water and other things, scalding the people below who cried out in agony.

  Some people finally couldn't hold on and turned to flee towards the outside of the trench, rushing over that narrow passage. Two more people were squeezed into the trench, one died instantly, and another was not pierced by the sharp stakes, lying at the bottom of the ditch, hugging his pierced leg and wailing frantically, begging those above to save him, but who would care about them now? A large number of Wang Tianglong's men fled from under the wall like a burst dam.

  Wang Tianlong jumped and scolded, but he couldn't stop the retreat of his men. Under helplessness, he had to give up this attack and followed the crowd to escape back.

  As they watched the fleeing bandits, the Zhang family's strongmen let out a loud cheer, and the fire lance that had not been dared to be fired again was once again ignited. As a result, two more people among the fleeing bandits were shot in the back and fell to the ground.

  Wang Tianlong ran back in a fluster, and in his anger, he rushed forward and kicked down the first underling who had escaped. Without saying another word, he swung his sword and chopped off the underling's head with one stroke.

  "This is the end of the first escape! Grandma's! I'm still fighting, and you're all running away with your tails between your legs. Are my words just farting? Tonight, none of you are allowed to eat dinner! I'll show you, I'm not joking around!" King Tianlong was furious, jumping up and down like a madman, scolding his subordinates with fierce eyes that scanned each of their faces, making them all silent as if frozen in fear.

  It was Tie Tou who brought back all his subordinates intact, with only one person being shot by an arrow. However, due to the protection of the leather armor, this arrow was a streamer arrow with insufficient force, so it only injured some skin and flesh. Without anyone else's help, he himself pulled out the arrow in one go, and at most, he was just startled.

  This time the attack was a defeat, and Wang Tianlong's men were greatly discouraged. One by one, they sat on the ground with their heads hung low, panting heavily, and no one dared to shout as before that they wanted to rush into the village to eat meat, drink wine, and play with women.

  As the sky was already late, the sun made its final dying struggle on the western mountain ridge and fell silently under the mountain ridge. The world suddenly began to plunge into darkness.

  Wang Tiandong unleashed a wave of evil fire, looked at the sky and knew that continuing to fight was no longer possible. He could only dejectedly wave his hand, letting his subordinates start burying the cauldron and cooking rice, waiting for another day to battle again. This time, Wang Tiandong lost at least twenty or so subordinates and injured over ten more. For his combat strength, this loss was not insignificant, but Wang Tiandong didn't care about this. After all, there were plenty of people with no way out, he could just recruit again later. As for those who died or were injured, he couldn't be bothered to take care of them. Those without the energy to run back themselves were directly abandoned at the foot of the wall, and he didn't even bother to check if they were already dead.

  "Thanks to all the friends who gave me rewards during this time! Because there are many friends who rewarded me, I won't thank each one individually, but your support has given me a lot of encouragement. As my new book is about to be released, I want to sincerely say to every friend who rewarded me, voted for me with red tickets, and collected my work: "Thank you all!"