It's over.
Zhang Erniu's head buzzed and his body became stiff, and as a result, the soldier on the opposite side fell down with a scream.
Ji Ming picked up a knife and threw it to Zhang Erniu, saying, "Uncle Erniu, go cut their ropes before they climb up."
"well……"
Zhang Erniu stammered in response, and when he looked up again, Ji Ming had already run away.
Wang Heidan on the west wall was directing people to throw stones down continuously. A few villagers didn't pay attention and revealed their figures. Soon the west wall was hit by a wave of arrows. Several villagers were shot and fell from the top of the wall. Wang Heidan didn't pay attention and was hit by two long arrows in the back.
"Heidan, on your back..."
Wang Heidan said angrily, "How could I not know this? Quickly pour some lamp oil down there and cut the rope."
"I see these people are wearing soldiers' uniforms. Several of us have died here. Heidan, tell us the truth. Are they soldiers from the imperial court?"
Several villagers noticed something was wrong and started questioning.
Wang Heidan was so angry that his face turned red. He shouted, "Who cares what kind of soldier he is or where he is from? You still have time to argue here. If you ask a few more questions, our whole village will be doomed!"
The villagers had no choice but to shut up.
There is a rain of arrows outside, and the people on the wall cannot show their heads because the number of people is not as large as expected. Wang Heidan originally did not want to use the designed trap, but now he has no choice but to use it in advance.
A whole row of bamboo spikes was lifted up, and as soon as the people on the wall let go, they pierced into the wall like nails, and several soldiers who were still climbing were stabbed to death.
This thing is troublesome to replace, and it takes a long time to replace it after each use. There are only two of them on the west wall, so Wang Heidan doesn't want to use them casually.
Compared with the bamboo thorns at Wang Heidan's place, Gouwazi's place is simpler. A net soaked in lamp oil is hung on the outer wall. As long as the fire is lit, the whole wall will catch fire. Pour some lamp oil on the person climbing up, and the whole person will catch fire.
As long as the net stays burning long enough, no one will dare to climb up the wall for a while.
Some people who are good at archery would hide behind the wall and shoot arrows at the heads of people below, but unfortunately the chance of hitting the target is not high.
The position Erguotou was guarding was not as unsustainable as those of Wang Heidan and Gouwazi. He was using the principle of a pendulum clock. When the big piece of wood was pushed down, it would swing and the person clinging to the wall would be thrown down.
If you meet someone who is particularly skilled, this advantage will turn into a disadvantage.
This happened to Erguotou. A man jumped onto the wood and used the force to jump onto the wall. Erguotou cursed his bad luck in his heart, then rushed forward with a knife in hand.
It was difficult to tell who was better in terms of skills between the two men, and the villagers next to them continued to prevent the soldiers below from climbing up the wall.
On the south wall, Zhou Dafu found that these people were not densely packed, but rather too scattered. Even so, no one in this group of people could match them, the farmers.
Although the snail is protected by a shell, the inside is too soft. Even a small insect that breaks into it can destroy everything.
Some of the soldiers who entered the village were initially cautious, but after killing a few villagers, they found that the people here were weaker than they had imagined, and then they became unscrupulous.
Wailing sounds were heard everywhere in the village. Ji Ming, Erguotou and Gouwazi were too busy to save one but not the other.
When Zhou Dafu heard the crying and shouting, he was filled with grief and indignation. With trembling hands, he took out a whistle from his chest and blew it hard.
The whole village echoed with sharp whistles.
After hearing this, all the villagers on the wall looked sad, then abandoned the wall and fled in different directions.
Ji Ming, Erguotou, and Gouwazi came to the place closest to them and pulled down the pile of firewood.
There was no one on the wall to stop them, and many soldiers climbed up one after another.
But what they saw was a village on fire. The whole village was on fire.
They thought it was a good deed done by their own people. After arriving at the village, they didn't meet any villagers. After a look around, they saw that they were all their own people. The fire was getting bigger and bigger.
Some soldiers started coughing as soon as they entered the village. Everyone noticed that the ground of the village was covered with thick wood, broken leaves and flammable materials.
Suddenly, countless bundles of firewood rolled down from the wall, adding fuel to the fire.
For some soldiers, it was too late to escape. They didn't know when they touched the fire, and the burning fire quickly spread to their bodies. No matter where they escaped, they brought the fire to that place. Some soldiers who wanted to help put out the fire ended up getting burned themselves.
They didn't understand why the fire spread so quickly. In fact, if they were a little more careful, they would soon find that everyone was covered in black.
The air over the entire village was filled with charcoal powder, which was extremely flammable.
Dao Xiaoyi's teeth were chattering as he looked at the burning village behind him.
"Don't look."
Song Yuehua calmed herself down, and all her attention was focused on the bed crossbow in front of her.
After pulling the bow to its full length, she came to the back and confirmed the trajectory once more. It was correct, so she pulled the trigger. The long arrow shot out and suddenly broke through the shield formation.
From behind the broken shield, a man with a long arrow piercing his chest spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell forward. Instead of falling down, he was supported by the long arrow in his chest, forming a strange triangle.
Judging from the man's appearance, he should be a person of some status, Song Yuehua estimated.
“Thankfully…”
Dao Xiaoyi asked in a low voice, "Fortunately for what?"
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