Again, two large stones rose and once more flew over the city wall.

This time, even more people tilted their heads back to watch the large stones streak through the sky.

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

The two large stones again fell into the bandit army formation, causing cries of woe as they hit directly and killed by hitting.

The bandit army’s charging momentum slowed, and many among them felt like retreating.

Seeing this, the villagers instantly grew braver. Many who had just been trembling in fear now had steady hands and calm hearts. They burst out laughing loudly: “Hahaha, so satisfying, kill by hitting those cowards.”

“Keep it up!”

“Li Da, Gao Yiyi, keep going!”

Without needing their shouts, Li Da and Gao Yiyi had already run to the two catapults below and were swinging the large hammers again.

The villagers stationed on the city wall, along with Mr. Bai’s servants, couldn’t help but turn back to look at the two blacksmiths…

Mr. Bai became furious: “What are you looking at? Keep your eyes outside the city! Archers, prepare to shoot arrows!”

His roar snapped the villagers’ attention back. As they turned to look outside the city wall, they were shocked to see that a group of the fiercest bandits had charged within just ten steps of the wall.

“Release arrows, release arrows!”

Mr. Bai screamed desperately.

Mr. Bai’s servants reacted the fastest. In an instant, they drew their bows, and four or five arrows flew out, thudding as they hit several bandits directly.

Li Daoxuan said: “Clap! Excellent archery.”

However, he immediately noticed that the bandits hit by arrows did not fall but continued charging forward. On TV, someone shot by an arrow dies instantly, but that’s all nonsense. The reality is “three arrows are no match for one knife, three knives are no match for one spear,” and the power of arrows is practically laughable.

The villagers’ light bows could only add a small bloody hole to the bandit troops’ bodies.

Several mountain bandits also drew their bows and retorted against the city wall. Swish, swish, swish, dozens of weak arrows flew up…

Li Daoxuan had originally decided to be just an onlooker, but seeing the mountain bandits shoot arrows, he couldn’t hold back. His little villagers didn’t have much armor; getting shot and having a bloody hole would be very painful.

His protective instinct flared up. He couldn’t help but reach out his hand to block in front of the villagers. The bandit troops’ arrows shot at his palm and bounced off him, his skin thickened 200 times…

Only Gao Yiye could see the scene of the giant hand helping the villagers block the arrows. The mountain bandits thought their arrows had been stopped by the city wall, completely unaware that the villagers had activated the golden hand, grabbed the thick thigh, and were wildly cheating.

Above their heads, another two large stones flew past…

The bandit troops in the rear were hit again and fled helter-skelter, but the bravest bandits at the front had already reached the base of the city wall. Several bandits joined forces to set up a long ladder against the wall.

Mr. Bai roared: “Throw stones! Pour boiling oil!”

Mr. Bai’s servants immediately picked up the stones prepared beforehand and threw them haphazardly down the wall.

These stones were far more powerful than arrows. If one hit directly on a head, it would burst it open. The brave bandits below the city wall were miserably struck.

Behind them, the village women who had been organized earlier, hunched over and carrying pots filled with boiling oil, climbed the city wall and passed the pots to the servants.

The servants took the oil pots and poured them messily downward. After pouring, they tossed the empty pots behind them. The village women quickly grabbed the pots and retreated down the wall… Behind the wall, large and small pots were set up, boiling oil frantically.

The village women returned to the pots, filled one full again, and carried it back up to the city wall. This was high-quality canola oil, and using it to pour on people made the women feel heartache greatly. Every time they sent a pot up, it felt like a knife was gouging their hearts.

After several rounds of fighting, the timid ordinary villagers finally regained their composure. Battle cries echoed around them as huge stones flew overhead, and their trembling limbs somehow inexplicably gained strength.

Gao Chuwu darted forward to the edge of the battlements. He hoisted a large stone and hurled it downward: “I’m here!”

Zheng Daniu: “Me too!”

Dozens of villagers surged forward: “We’ll help too!”

The hired guards’ earlier haphazard attacks had clearly lacked force, but with the villagers now joining, the situation instantly changed. Large stones and small stones, big pots and small pots of boiling oil were recklessly hurled down the walls.

The first wave of fierce bandits approaching the base was swiftly driven back. The team hauling the battering ram intending to force the gates was pelted until they abandoned the ram altogether, dropping the wood and fleeing with their hands over their heads.

Yet the bandit troops carrying ladders remained. They didn’t advance directly under the walls but stopped several yards away. There, beyond the reach of catapults, stone drops, or cascading boiling oil, they began hoisting their scaling ladders.

They indeed managed to assemble one ladder. It swung forward with a loud thud, the thick bamboo frame striking the battlements. Several villagers immediately ran over, trying to shove the ladder away.

Mr. Bai roared: “Don’t push it! That thing won’t budge by pushing! Spearmen! Get close, ready to stab down anyone climbing up!”

He had drilled these villagers endlessly before the battle, explaining how to handle various situations. But once the actual fighting started, they seemed to have forgotten everything he said, with hardly anyone following his instructions, leaving him jumping around angry, cursing continuously.

Fortunately, the terrain greatly favored them! The bandit army also lacked discipline, fighting just as recklessly and chaotically.

Amidst the confusion, a fierce bandit clambered up the ladder. Holding onto the rungs with one hand, he wildly swung an axe with the other.

But how long was that axe handle?

A villager raised a sharpened bamboo spear and thrust straight at the bandit. The man screamed, plummeting from twenty feet high and landing on his back with a heavy, muffled thump.

Between the spear wound and the fall, his survival looked bleak.

However, the next bandit soldier climbing up was trickier. This man was huge and impressively strong, his body wrapped in thick cowhide. When a villager thrust a bamboo spear toward his chest, the man didn’t even bother to dodge.

The sharpened bamboo struck the thick hide but couldn’t pierce it. The villager’s thrust lacked the strength to knock the man off the ladder. Gripping the ladder with one hand, the bandit swung his sword with the other hand and chopped the bamboo spear in half with a sharp crack!

The villager jumped in fright and scrambled back.

The bandit leapt onto the wall, roaring with laughter: “They call me ‘One Blade’! Remember that name! Today I’ll wipe you all out!”

Figures lunged as several villagers charged him.

One Blade felt no fear. Encased in cowhide, ordinary weapons couldn’t harm him. Facing a group of villagers was nothing alarming. Just yesterday, while attacking Bai Family Fortress, he personally chopped down five hired guards. He was that ferocious.

He swung his sword straight at the first villager charging toward him.

“Clang!”

The blade landed squarely on the villager’s chest – yet made the sound of metal striking metal.

One Blade froze in shock: “Iron armor!”