Dressed as a farmer's widow, she brought her daughter to stock up on food and reached the top

Some of them held spears that gleamed with cold light, some carried heavy ladders, and some brandished sharp swords, as if they were determined to flatten Futian Village.

At the same time, a group of well-trained soldiers quickly held sturdy shields and protected Liu Guozhong tightly in the middle to prevent him from encountering any accidents.

Liu Guozhong stood in the shield formation, his face as gloomy as the sky before a storm. He stared in the direction of Futian Village, his eyes full of murderous intent.

In Futian Village, the situation grew increasingly tense. The village women took their pre-mixed laundry water and threw it at the soldiers who were climbing ladders and trying to scale the wall.

Only a few screams of "Ah!" were heard, and the soldiers standing on the ladders suddenly slipped and fell straight down.

While the detergent solution could slow down the enemy's attack to a certain extent, the Jizhou soldiers were numerous and constantly pouring in like a tide, making this little hindrance of no use at all. Soon, many soldiers successfully scaled the walls of Futian Village.

The men of Futian Village immediately rushed forward and engaged in a desperate fight with the soldiers who had climbed the wall. For a moment, shouts and screams intertwined, and blood splattered on the wall.

On the other side, Zhou Dazhu and a group of bandits were struggling outside the village gate. Faced with the fierce and wolf-like Jizhou soldiers, they were gradually unable to hold on.

At this critical moment, Xiuying lit the signal firework in her hand. With a whoosh, the firework shot straight into the sky like a meteor.

Outside the village, Liu Guozhong stared in astonishment at the strange scene that suddenly appeared in the sky. This Futian Village was really extraordinary, but the more so, the more determined he was to get it.

In the cabin, Dali, Daya and Xiuying's servants, after seeing the signal that cut through the sky, immediately picked up several heavy backpacks that had been prepared long ago and ran quickly towards the front of the village.

Xiuying stood in the open space in front of the village, pointing calmly at the backpack her servants had hurriedly brought with them. She shouted to the men beside her, "Listen up, everyone! This thing is called dynamite. See this little tail? Light it up with a tinder, then throw it out with all your might!"

With that, Xiuying led the men up the wall. She quickly pulled out a bundle of dynamite, deftly ignited the thin tail, and then, with a sudden force, hurled it toward the Jizhou soldiers, densely packed like ants in the distance. Instantly, a resounding boom resounded, as if the earth were shaking.

The Jizhou soldiers were torn to pieces by the sudden explosion, their limbs and arms flying everywhere, and screams echoed one after another. Thick smoke quickly spread, obscuring everyone's vision, and the entire battlefield was instantly plunged into chaos.

"Did everyone see clearly how to use this thing?" Xiuying asked loudly.

The men responded in unison, "See it clearly!" Their eyes flashed with excitement. It was obvious that the huge power of the explosives had ignited the blood in their hearts, and they couldn't wait to reach out to grab the explosives.

Xiuying warned again, "Everyone, listen carefully. After lighting the little tail, you must throw it out with all your might!"

At this time, Fusu in the village quietly stared at Xiuying, watching her methodically direct the men to use this magical object called "dynamite".

That distinct smell instantly reminded Fusu of the day when San Gouzi had placed something in the kitchen stove, causing it to explode. This familiar smell filled the air. This meant that Xiuying had already successfully created this incredibly powerful explosive.

With each successive round of bombing, the Jizhou soldiers were plunged into a state of devastation. Smoke filled the air, screams rang out, and countless soldiers were killed and wounded. The few soldiers who managed to survive retreated in panic, some fifty meters away.

The deputy general, looking utterly embarrassed, crawled to Liu Guozhong's side and reported in a trembling voice, "Sir, this is terrible! All the officials from Nanyang City have been killed in the battle, and the Nanyang advisor was even blown to pieces. We only have three hundred soldiers left! Sir, the situation is critical, we should retreat immediately!"

At this time, Liu Guozhong was already frightened by the flying black explosives. His face turned pale, his legs were weak, and even his speech became stammering: "Go... Go... Go quickly!"

On the lookout, the old village chief noticed the unusual movements of Liu Guozhong and the others and shouted to Xiuying, "Oh no, Xiuying! That corrupt official Liu Guozhong is about to escape! If we let him get away, and if he comes back again, we'll be in big trouble!"

Xiuying quickly glanced at the villagers around her. Over a hundred were injured, but fortunately, there were still about two hundred still able to fight. The forces on both sides were now evenly matched. She made a quick decision, "Fellow villagers! Let's charge out! We can't let that bastard official get away!"

Butcher Li held the big knife tightly in his hand, "Alright! If you have the guts, follow me and kill those sons of bitches!"

As soon as these words came out, many men responded with their blood boiling:

"I!"

"I go!"

"And me! Count me in!"

Accompanied by a creaking sound, the tightly closed village gate slowly opened.

Zhou Dazhu and a group of bandits were stationed outside the village. Butcher Li saw Zhou Dazhu and their eyes met. Butcher Li suddenly waved his hand and said, "Dazhu, come with me to deal with those beasts! We can't let them get away!"

Zhou Dazhu nodded vigorously and responded loudly: "Okay!"

The men of Futian Village and the bandits guarding the village gate all clenched their swords and rushed towards the Jizhou soldiers who were fleeing in panic like tigers descending from the mountains.

At the same time, Xiuying led the women of Futian Village, holding their bows and crossbows tightly in their hands, their eyes locked on the Jizhou soldiers like eagles. As long as the enemy came into range, they would kill without hesitation.

Just as the two sides were locked in the final fierce battle, a bright red flag slowly approached from a distance. On the flag, a large "Wu" character was particularly eye-catching.

Afan rode on his horse and shouted loudly: "Fellow villagers! The Wu family army is coming! The Wu family army is coming!"

Liu Guozhong, who was fleeing in a panic, was so frightened when he heard the three words "Wu Family Army" that his face turned as pale as paper. His legs seemed to have lost their bones and muscles, and he collapsed to the ground in an instant.

However, before he could recover, a knife with a gleaming cold light and a bone-chilling pain was already placed on his neck.

"Wu... General Wu..." Liu Guozhong's lips trembled, his voice filled with panic. He couldn't understand why the Wu army, who had always remained neutral and had never participated in the dispute between Concubine Sun and the Crown Prince, would show up just because of the villagers of such a small village.