The sounds of killing shook the heavens. Abruptly and completely, countless riders carrying the smoke of Dingzhou began to carry out an attack on the Qin family from all directions of the square. A group of about a thousand riders were like a sickle as they swept sharply across the foot of the Palace walls. The scaling towers high on the walls were immediately severed with a crash at the root like ripened grains in a paddy field. The ears of wheat were heavy, so there were a number of rebel soldiers bravely climbing them upward. They had not thought that their comrades would attack from below. The defenses below the scaling ladders had also not considered this problem. All the three-part scaling ladders leaned in from the two sides and fell down wretchedly. The rebel soldiers on them gave tragic cries as they fell.