The Blood Night Siege

The night was dark and the cold wind was biting.

The flickering torchlight on the walls of Jiming Fort revealed a few soldiers patrolling back and forth, while the distant view was swallowed by darkness.

In the surrounding dense forest, tree branches swayed and intertwined, like ghosts moving about. Large shadows darted silently toward the eastern gate of Jiming Fort.

Fierce faces emerged from the darkness, nearly a hundred Qiang soldiers had come out in full force, each wielding a curved saber, dismounted to fight on foot - the fort's space couldn't accommodate horses anyway.

The leader, a hundred-man commander named Walimu, had a savage expression.

So many enemies were right next to the fort's eastern gate, but there was no reaction from the defenders. Walimu secretly rejoiced, thinking Wang Shuang had already taken care of the guards inside.

His deputy was a bit uneasy and whispered:

"Boss, it's too quiet, could it be a trap?"

Walimu sneered disdainfully:

"A cowardly commander and a few dozen broken soldiers, what can their schemes do? Can they turn the tide?

Once the gate opens, everyone inside will die!"

"Right, just a bunch of trash, hehe. By the way, boss, what about that Wang Shuang? Should we really give him the silver reward?"

"Silver reward? Dream on!"

Walimu sneered:

"Better to reward him with a saber blade, a traitor deserves death!"

Suddenly, a figure appeared on the wall, waving a torch three times. Walimu's eyes lit up - this was the signal Wang Shuang had agreed upon in the secret letter. He quickly lit his own torch and waved it three times.

"Creak."

The long-closed fort gate really opened by itself. Inside was pitch black, nothing could be seen.

"Haha!"

Walimu sneered and waved his saber forward:

"Kill them all! No survivors after we break through the fort!"

"Kill!"

The Qiang soldiers didn't quietly enter and shout quietly. Instead, they screamed and charged in.

They didn't take the defenders seriously at all. The only obstacle was that high wall. With the gate open, wouldn't it be easy to kill them?

Nearly a hundred men rushed into the fort, smoothly occupying the side buildings, but Walimu soon realized something was wrong.

The fort was completely empty, not a single soldier could be seen.

Walimu became wary and shouted:

"Wang Shuang, what's your game? Come out!"

"Bang!"

The just-opened gate slammed shut, completely blocking the Qiang soldiers' escape route.

Wang Shuang really did appear, but as a corpse hanging on the wall, swaying in the wind.

"Damn it, we're trapped!"

Walimu quickly drew his saber:

"Prepare for battle!"

"Fire!"

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Countless arrows flew from all four walls of the fort. The soldiers who had been hiding behind the walls finally appeared, firing arrows into the fort.

The layout of Jiming Fort was four high walls surrounding an open space with buildings. Even if you didn't aim, firing randomly would hit someone.

Luo Yu cautiously peeked out. The Qiang soldiers were running around like headless flies, just as he had expected.

"Quick, find cover, hide in the side buildings!"

"Don't panic! We outnumber them, there's nothing to fear!"

The Qiang soldiers were experienced fighters. After a moment of confusion, they began to look for cover, dragging their comrades' bodies in front of them if necessary.

Just for this, Luo Yu had to give them a thumbs up. In terms of combat ability, the Qian army was far inferior to the Qiang soldiers.

Walimu cursed:

"Damn Qian army, playing dirty tricks! I'll tear you apart!"

"Whoosh!"

Before he finished cursing, a whistling sound came. Walimu was startled and rolled on the ground to avoid an arrow from behind, breaking out in a cold sweat.

"Huh, dry grass?"

Kneeling on the ground, Walimu suddenly noticed dry grass spread on the ground, not just in one place but all over the fort.

He was stunned. Why would the Qian army spread dry grass on the ground? It smelled of oil. This stuff would ignite easily. If he shot a fire arrow from outside, wouldn't the whole fort become a sea of fire?

"Fire!"

Walimu suddenly understood something. His body hair stood on end. His eyes bulged as he roared:

"Retreat from Jiming Fort! Hurry!"

"Too late, easy to get in, but hard to get out."

Luo Yu's lips curled into a cold smile. He suddenly threw his torch into the fort:

"Light the fire!"

From all four walls, over a dozen torches were thrown at once. The dry grass drenched in oil instantly ignited. With the help of the evening wind, Jiming Fort was quickly engulfed in flames.

"Fire! Fire!"

"Save me!"

Arrows could be dodged, but there was no escape from the raging fire.

Piercing screams pierced the night sky. Through the thick smoke, you could vaguely see Qiang soldiers twisting and struggling in the sea of fire. The smell of burning flesh filled the air, making people nauseous.

Amidst the heart-wrenching shouts were desperate curses and cries. Walimu stood there in shock, never imagining a certain victory would turn out like this.

In a panic, the Qiang soldiers began to retreat along their path, desperately pounding on the gate.

But Meng Hu had already brought several burly men outside to block the gate with stones and logs. No matter how hard the Qiang soldiers pounded, the gate remained tightly shut.

With the gate blocked, the Qiang soldiers could only grit their teeth and rush up the stone stairs to the wall. Unfortunately, this was where the fire was strongest, and the path was already blocked.

Because Luo Yu never intended to use the stone stairs. He would just jump down using hemp ropes later.

A sea of fire, arrows raining down.

The Qiang soldiers had no more fighting spirit, only wanting to escape from this hellish place.

Screams, roars, fire devouring, then burning to ashes. A terrifying and desperate atmosphere quickly spread.

On the other hand, the soldiers defending the fort were extremely excited. Dong Chuan and the others were already completely in awe of Luo Yu:

First deliberately letting the Qiang soldiers into the fort, using the terrain to gain an advantage, then attacking with arrows and fire in turn, without losing a single soldier, they had already inflicted heavy losses on the Qiang soldiers.

Brilliant!

They instinctively looked at Luo Yu and found that face terrifyingly calm.

The veterans just felt their scalps tingling. Just a seventeen-year-old young man, how could he have such cold-blooded killing intent and steady mind?

After about half an hour, the dry grass was almost burned up, the fire gradually subsided. The remaining Qiang soldiers were still struggling, trying to find a way to escape.

"About time."

Luo Yu gripped his curved saber and roared:

"Brothers, time to pick the fruit!"

"Draw your sabers, kill the enemy!"

"Kill!"

Everyone fiercely drew their sabers, roaring as they rushed into the fort to deal with the remaining Qiang soldiers.

Just as Luo Yu was about to charge into battle, he saw Xiao Wu behind him. He was holding a curved saber, trembling, tears and snot streaming down his face, his pants wet again.

Even though the Qiang soldiers were surrounded, the screams and bloodshed still terrified him.

"Do you remember what I said?"

Luo Yu looked at him with a determined expression:

"When a person is scared, they have a stench of urine. As long as you're not afraid, swords and spears won't touch you. Even the Lord of Death will avoid you.

Want to go home to see your parents? You have to fight for it!"

Luo Yu didn't try to persuade him further, turning to charge into battle. This fear could only be overcome by himself.

"Whoosh~"

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Xiao Wu gripped the hilt tightly, his breathing becoming more and more rapid. He wiped away the tears from his eyes, his gaze turning from fear to ferocity:

"I want to go home, to see my parents!"

"Kill!"