Chapter 67: A crushing defeat

Chapter 67: A crushing defeat

Chapter 67: A crushing defeat
During the five days of attacking Qingfeng Village, Peng Canghu tried every possible means, including violent attacks, sneak attacks, and poisonous smoke screens, but all ended in failure.

On that steep slope, there were many uncollected corpses left.

As the saying goes, once you make great progress, you will be exhausted again and again.

These gangsters were more accustomed to fighting face to face. In this kind of fight where they couldn't see the enemy, they lost their lives in vain. This had caused a lot of gossip in the camp, and even Peng Canghu couldn't suppress it.

But today there was a new trick, which helped to boost the low morale a little.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"

The commands are neat.

On the slope in front of Qingfeng Village, two battering rams covered with thick cowhide, pushed by sixteen local soldiers, were slowly approaching the earth wall like two alligator turtles.

Behind them followed militiamen armed with bows and arrows, as well as elite disciples of the Dragon Scale Society. They were so densely packed that there were several hundred of them.

"Here it comes, hold on!"

The soldiers saw the huge rocks rolling down through the wing guards of the battering ram, so they quickly lowered their heads, pressed down the crossbar with all their strength, and stopped the battering ram in place.

Bang!
Hundreds of pounds of force hit it, and the boulder immediately bounced to the side. The battering ram shook for a moment, but did not fall apart. It stopped for a moment, and continued to move forward amid the soldiers' slogans.

Peng Canghu finally felt relieved when he saw this. He asked curiously, "Does the Bailuo County government have such a powerful siege weapon?"

Wan Zhong smiled proudly and said, "When we heard that we were going to attack Qingfeng Village, Master Wan drew the blueprints overnight and summoned craftsmen to supervise the production. It was not until last night that the work was completed and sent over for use. I didn't expect the quality to be quite good."

"Master Wan, what a pity."

Peng Canghu sighed. Wan Tietang was well versed in military tactics and was indeed a rare talent. If he had not been seriously injured in the assassination, the attack on Qingfeng Village would have been much easier with his advice.

"Damn Zhang Liyu!"

Although the man from Datong Teahouse had smeared his face black with soot, he still recognized him. His strange and difficult body movements had left a deep impression on him during the battle in the Black Pine Forest.

When he pretended to be a waiter and tried to assassinate Wan Tietang, there were hundreds of martial arts masters present, but he managed to escape in the chaos.

Qingfeng Village, in front of the earth wall.

Zhang Yu looked at the battering ram less than fifty steps away, with arrows flying towards him from time to time. He said to the giant next to him, "Brother Fan, you're going to have to work hard!"

Fan Zhutian laughed and said, "No way, Old Fan, I am just strong!"

Liu Dachui laughed and said, "But after today, the food in Qingfeng Village will be less oily."

Zhao Xia leaned the Xuanhua axe against the earth wall, looked at the approaching enemy, and chuckled, "After destroying the three coalition forces, the three counties south of Pingyang Prefecture will be under the control of Qingfeng Village. The Shennong Gang and the Wan Family are both very fat, so we can just cut off their meat and eat them with our meal."

Zhang Yu smiled and said, "Second leader is so heroic!"

There were four large black earthenware jars on the ground, holding a total of 120 kilograms of oil, almost emptying the kitchen.

"go with!"

Fan Zhutian grabbed the ears of the pottery jar with both hands, lifted it up effortlessly, rotated it backward half a circle, exerted force suddenly, and let go of the pottery jar. The pottery jar hit the ram in a parabola, splashing oil everywhere.

“It’s vegetable oil!”

"Come on!"

The soldiers on the mountain road realized that it was vegetable oil and knew what would happen next, so they immediately rushed around in a mess. The people behind them who didn't know what was going on were still rushing forward, blocking the mountain road tightly.

Immediately afterwards, the second black pottery jar fell from the sky.

The third one.

The fourth one.

Each one flew farther than the other and landed accurately among the crowd. A few lucky ones were hit on the head and burst into pieces on the spot.

Seeing that Fan Zhutian didn't blush or gasp for air, Zhang Yu thought to himself, "This is simply a human-shaped catapult."

"Prepare!"

At the same time, Chen Wu led the dozen or so archers under his command and pulled the bowstrings to their full extent.

The arrowhead was tied with a piece of cloth soaked in grease and caught fire.

"Fire arrows!"

Dozens of arrows fell down with smoke, igniting the oil on the mountain road and causing a huge fire on the ground.

It was the dead of winter, and those people were wearing thick cotton-padded jackets and fur coats, which were simply excellent combustion materials. They rushed down the mountain in the shape of human torches, and under the pain of burning, they were like mad wild dogs, unstoppable.

"what……"

"Help!"

"Kill me, kill me quickly."

Their cries echoed throughout the Yunwu Mountain and were so miserable that they felt life was worse than death.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

"Go back, don't run down."

The four or five hundred people at the back were scattered all over the place. Some were set on fire, some were pushed off the cliff, and some were trampled to death. It was a horrific sight.

"Just... lost like this?" Peng Canghu staggered forward a few steps, a little confused. It was only the sixth day, and he was defeated like this.

When they were closest to the gate of Qingfeng Village, they were defeated suddenly and without any warning.

Oil tank? Fire attack?
The opponent's strategy is not new and can be found in any military book.

But I have no way to deal with it, nor do I have the time to deal with it.

"The army was defeated like a mountain!"

These five words echoed in Peng Canghu's mind for a long time.

"Zhang Liyu!"

He thought of the young man he met in the black pine forest that night. It was the second time they met, and in just a short period of time, he found that his martial arts skills were comparable to his.

Now that we fought again, I was defeated so miserably!

Peng Canghu watched helplessly as the elite disciples that the Dragon Scale Society had painstakingly trained died worthlessly in a sea of ​​fire, fell off a cliff, or even were killed by their own people.

He no longer dared to think about how his adoptive father would deal with him after he returned to the Dragon Scale Society.

Chang An reminded him, "If we don't leave now, when the fire is small, Qingfeng Village will rush down and we won't be able to leave."

Of course, Qingfeng Village's actions were faster than Chang An had imagined.

Zhang Yu drew out his black sword and pointed it downwards: "From today on, Qingfeng Village will dominate Pingyang Prefecture. This is the time to achieve great success!"

The village gate slowly opened, and more than 300 village guards, holding swords and guns, crossed the trench and rushed down like a tiger pouncing on its food. The person walking in the front brought a shovel and quickly shoveled snow to put out the remaining flames on the mountain road.

Peng Canghu did not dare to return to the camp. He gathered the remaining fifty or sixty disciples of the Dragon Scale Society and fled towards Pingyang Prefecture.

Qingfeng Village did not spend much effort to break through the small camp at the foot of Yunwu Mountain and captured more than 300 strong servants of the powerful people in Bailuo County. Although they were called strong servants, they were actually from poor backgrounds. They were wearing tattered cotton jackets and were given only a dung fork and a wooden stick.

These people had the weakest will to resist. When they saw the Qingfeng Village troops approaching, they immediately opened the gate and surrendered.

Liu Dachui swept away the remaining enemies on the periphery, while Zhao Xia led his men to control the entire camp.

When Zhang Yu walked in, he saw more than 300 people squatting in a corner with their heads in their hands, their faces pale and shivering with cold.

He looked at Chen Wu, the only one of the two leaders who survived the Black Wind Village. The archery team he led made great contributions in this battle.

"Take out the food and cook twenty pots of meat porridge. Those who want to stay can go up the mountain with us. Those who want to leave, don't stop them."

Chen Wu said loudly: "Yes!"

This was the first time that the chieftain gave him a direct order, which meant that his status was elevated.

Dragon Scale will leave in a hurry, leaving everything behind, everything is ready.

Soon after, an iron pot was set up in the middle of the camp to cook meat porridge.

Zhao Xia came over and said with a smile: "Sir, we have made a fortune again."

Zhang Yu chuckled and said, "How?"

"There are thousands of swords, guns and other weapons."

"Thirty-six bows and arrows."

"Seven collars of leather armor."

"Three hundred dan of grain..."

After all, they were just a temporary gathering of three parties, and could not compare to the accumulation of decades of supplies in Dongliu Village. However, these supplies were better than nothing, especially the bows and arrows and leather armor, which were quite precious. These weapons usually would not flow into the world.

Zhao Xia looked at the tents again and said, "As for this camp, after we dismantle it, we can also get a batch of cloth and wood."

Zhang Yu thought for a moment and said, "We can keep this camp. Dongliu Village is too far away. Since those tenants have come to us, there is limited space on the mountain. We can let them live in this camp and assign someone to lead them. In case of any trouble, we can also serve as a support for Qingfeng Village."

Zhao Xia was stunned for a moment, and then a hint of joy appeared between his eyebrows: "Your Excellency is wise, let Miss Cheng Huan lead the tenants of Dongliu Village. It is most appropriate for her to live here."

Chen Wu, who was standing nearby, heard this and quietly looked up at the second village chief, then he immediately understood.

An hour later, Liu Dachui led his team back. He captured more than 200 prisoners, most of whom were disciples of the Longlin Society, Shennong Gang, and soldiers of the Wanjia Group.

Although he was defeated, his spirit and temperament were completely different from those of the three hundred cowardly servants.

After drinking the meat porridge, Zhang Yu began to persuade these people to surrender.

Unexpectedly, only fifty or so gentry servants were willing to join Qingfeng Village, and there was no one from the Wanjia Militia. However, most of the disciples of the Longlin Society and Shennong Gang were willing to join Qingfeng Village, and their enthusiasm was quite high.

In the end, a total of 200 people were gathered. Since then, the number of people in Qingfeng Village has increased to 500, which is more than the Wild Wolf Gang in its heyday. However, in terms of the martial arts and quality of individual disciples, they are still half a step behind.

Zhang Yu looked at the people lining up to get porridge and thought to himself.

"Most of these gang disciples are opportunists who gather together for the sake of wealth and honor. Seeing that the three families have all failed, the rise of Qingfeng Village is unstoppable. Who wouldn't want to be rich and honored?"

"And the gentry who control the land keep these slaves tightly bound. Their fighting power is limited, but their reliability is much stronger."

"If there is no ideology to support them, the martial arts sects, which gather for profit, may seem powerful, but they are just castles built on the beach. In terms of strength, they are not as strong as these land tycoons."

　This is my first time signing a contract and putting my book on the shelf. There are many things I don't understand. My thoughts on putting my book on the shelf are all in the related section. Some book friends asked me why I put my book on the shelf without telling them. If there are any shortcomings, please forgive me.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)