Huang Zhizhao spent a lot of effort on this city gate.

Not only was it made of the strongest green steel wood, it was also stretched with cowhide, nailed with copper nails, and four steel bars were added to the city gates on both sides.

Although there were constant rumbling sounds coming from the city wall, the attackers outside did not bring siege equipment, and Zhong Jian was very relieved about this.

However, a loud "rumbling" sound suddenly came from the city gate, and a big hole was blown into the city gate. Black smoke continued to float from the cracks in the door and the opening.

This big hole is about the size of one person, and one person can barely get in.

"Hold, hold! They will massacre the city when they come in." Zhong Jian kept threatening the trembling villagers.

He had to do this. As long as the army attacked, his evil-minded staff would definitely not end well.

Several villagers were holding knives and spears in fear, waiting for outsiders to come in and stab them with their spears.

But no one came in for a while, so I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

These barbarians must be too cowardly, Zhong Jian and the villagers thought one after another.

However, suddenly several sparkling pottery objects came in from the entrance of the cave and made a sizzling sound.

A village soldier couldn't help but asked: "What kind of thing is this? It actually has sparks?"

No one could answer, including Zhong Jian, who shook his head.

Before their actions were over, there was a flash of fire in front of their eyes, and the sound of thunder came to their ears.

Their bodies then continued to feel great pain as their flesh and skin were pierced or torn, and then they all fell down amidst screams.

A village member who was still unconscious finally saw someone jumping in from the outside, and raised the blade in his hand towards the opponent.

He has entered a semi-conscious state, and raising the blade is purely instinctive.

Liu Xianhong didn't expect that there was another person resisting here, so he stretched out the killing knife towards his opponent.

He knew that as long as he advanced forward, the other party would definitely die, but he changed his mind midway for unknown reasons.

He slapped the opponent on the head with the blade of the knife and said, "For the sake of the people of the Song Dynasty, I will forgive you once."

The village guard originally thought he was finished, but he didn't expect that the other party would spare his life midway and just said: "Thank you!" He felt a sharp pain in his head and fainted immediately.

Are you still awake? Beware of the cold knife.

Not afraid of ten thousand, just in case, Liu Xianhong carefully looked at his eyes.

He looked carefully and saw that all of these people were bleeding and had frightened expressions on their faces, but there was no movement.

At this time, several of his men had jumped in one after another, and he was finally relieved.

Liu Xianhong opened the city gate, waved his hand, and shouted "Charge!"

Once the city gate was broken, the situation was over, and the remaining villagers fled into the city.

Liu Xianhong took out the loudspeaker just now and shouted loudly: "Surrender without killing."

Unfortunately, his trumpet was pierced by Huang Zhizhao's arrow. Although it was full of energy, the sound it produced was a crackling sound.

One of his men suppressed a smile and immediately handed him a new trumpet.

Liu Xianhong glared at his subordinates and took the trumpet.

The men couldn't help but be surprised and thought, this camp leader won't hold a grudge, right?

Liu Xianhong glared at him again and said, "If you don't rush forward yet, there is a big shot still on top of the Octagonal Pavilion."

His subordinates couldn't help but be overjoyed. The battalion leader was giving him credit for his contribution.

Liu Xianhong had the credit of opening the door and also captured the copycat staff. His credit was enough.

Although these subordinates made him a little unhappy, he was not a petty person and was happy to give him a favor.

Those men rushed up from the stone steps and saw the people lying on the ground. Most of them were unconscious, and a few were groaning in a pool of blood.

They cautiously arrived at the Bajiao Pavilion and saw a man in his early forties wearing leather armor.

Holding a three-stone carved dragon and tiger bow and arrow in one hand, holding on to the city wall with the other hand, he kept shaking his head.

There is only one person who can hold a beautiful bow and arrow. The answer is obvious, and it is obviously the leader of the village.

He rushed forward, and without caring about anything else, he picked up the back of the knife and slapped the opponent on the head.

Huang Zhizhao felt his brain was dizzy. He tried his best to open his eyes and wanted to see what was going on around him.

Suddenly he heard a shout and saw a figure jumping over. He felt a heavy blow to his head and suddenly lost consciousness.

Lin Sheng (Lin Wu) is a strong young boy with a huge appetite. His neck is often growling with hunger and he is extremely thin.

He often screamed that he was hungry and uncomfortable in front of Lin Changfu, and was beaten severely by Lin Changfu several times.

When he was thirteen or fourteen years old, he felt that his parents were treating him very badly, so he decided to become a monk to escape.

He thought that his parents were so unpleasant that he even wanted to die.

But he finally defeated the thought of death and meditated on a stone for a long time.

Finally he figured out that it would be better to live a vigorous life than to live in a cowardly state.

His parents were looking for him everywhere, but even though he heard their calls, he hid further away.

His mother was crying and shouting, which moved his heart and thought of returning to his mother.

His father Lin Changfu said bitterly: "He has such a stubborn temper, it would be better to let him suffer a little."

Hearing this, Lin Sheng burst into tears. It turned out that I was so disliked by my parents.

He stopped walking unconsciously. If you want me to go back, I will not go back.

But he was so hungry that he had no choice but to go home.

But when he heard his father's contemptuous tone, he really couldn't swallow it.

Finally, he thought of a way. There was a dog hole on the threshold of his house, so he got in through Zhuang Anling's dog hole.

After entering, he kept his steps as low as possible, making almost no sound.

He came to the stove house, quietly opened the pot lid and saw that there was a large bowl of sorghum rice.

He didn't care, he picked it up with his hands and put it directly into his mouth.

After eating, he crawled out of the dog hole, found a haystack, got into it, and slept comfortably.

But what to do during the day?

He saw peas and the like on the ground and quietly picked them up.

Then in a deserted place, he threw it into his mouth and drank a lot of water, barely able to satisfy his hunger.

That's it, I'll go back in three days.

His mother was overjoyed to see him come back, but his father just said lightly: "He's back."

Hearing his father's words, he opened the door and went out again.

His mother grabbed him and whispered a word that made him stop.

"If you go out again, my mother won't prepare dinner for you at night." It turns out that my mother knew everything, but she just didn't tell my father.

A year later, he couldn't bear it anymore and saw that the village was extremely poor, so he wanted to try his luck at the foot of the mountain.

His father looked at him for a long time. Thinking of his previous experience of not going home, he knew it would be difficult to stop him. He sighed and agreed for him to go down the mountain.

His mother burst into tears and prepared sorghum rice balls for him for a few days, asking him to be careful along the way.

But on his way down the mountain, he was stopped by the guards guarding the place.

The village guard also knew him and tried hard to persuade him not to go down the mountain.

Lin Sheng was stopped many times, and he was furious and shouted: "Life and death are matters of fate, you don't need to worry about it."

Several villagers were furious, and they kidnapped him, blindfolded him, and took him to a place he didn't know.

Hearing a banging sound, it seemed like the wooden door was opening, and he tied himself to the wooden stake before untying the cloth strips tied in front of his eyes.

A cold feeling came from my feet, and it turned out that I had entered the water.

With a bang, the wooden door closed, and the village guard said coldly: "If you don't listen to good words, then just stay here."

With the sound of stepping, the villagers left along the stone steps, and then with a bang, they covered the upper lid.

At this time, he finally had time to look at this place. It was a six-foot-square water prison, with weak light coming in from a one-foot-square wooden window.

The water was not deep, just up to his shins, but he was the only one in the whole room.

He shouted several times, but no one responded. He knew that no one paid attention to him.

At this time, a man's voice came from next door, probably a few years older than him.

He replied softly: "There is no use shouting, unless he lets someone come to see you. If you speak in a low voice, your meal will be deducted."

"Do you also want to go down the mountain?" So that's the case, he asked curiously, trying to keep his voice as low as possible.

"Of course, I just wanted to go down the mountain and have a look, and I was brought here by the village guards." He replied.

This person should be his cellmate. He unknowingly used a friendly tone: "Brother, when did you get here?"
To be continued...