Young White Horse: The Poison Sword Master of the Wen Family, Shocking the Apocalypse

Screams rang out.

Before the more than 300 soldiers who had buried the gunpowder in the deepest part could react, they were buried by the cascading earth and rocks, and their screams were instantly swallowed up by the roar.

Luo Shengzhi's eyes were bloodshot: "Retreat! Get out of the tunnel now!"

Their escape route had been blocked, and the entire group of over a thousand people were trapped and died in the tunnel!

In the middle of the tunnel, the rock walls on both sides collapsed simultaneously, and huge boulders fell, cutting the team in half!

The Beili soldiers who came to their rescue from the rear were also trapped deep inside. Although the more than a thousand people in front were with Luo Shengzhi, they were also caught in a dilemma.

"General! Above!" the lieutenant shouted, pointing to the top of the tunnel.

There, the once solid rock strata are cracking and are on the verge of collapsing.

Even more terrifying, a faint light shone through the crack—it wasn't a natural flame, but a deliberately placed ignition source burning!

"We've fallen into a trap!" Luo Shengzhi finally realized. "Those outer guards were bait! This tunnel had been tampered with long ago!"

Before the words were finished, deafening shouts of battle erupted from outside the tunnel.

"kill--!!"

Luo Shengzhi led his remaining troops out of the tunnel, and the sight before him chilled him to the bone.

Halfway up the mountain in the mine, a dark mass of "miners" suddenly emerged from the previously deserted mining platform.

These people were dressed in rags, their faces covered in coal dust, but the weapons in their hands gleamed coldly—long spears, swords, and many of the valiant "miners" even wielded wind-breaking spears that were over twelve feet long!

Their eyes were fierce, and their movements were swift. They were no ordinary miners. They were clearly elite members of the Breaking Wind Army disguised as miners!

The leader was a burly man, eight feet tall, dressed like a miner. A massive axe in his hand gleamed coldly in the moonlight. He grinned.

“You little rascals from Beili, your grandpa has been waiting here for a long time!”

"Form ranks! Prepare for battle!" Luo Shengzhi roared, drawing his sword.

It was clear to everyone that the Northern Li army's situation had collapsed. More than a thousand people were buried in the tunnels, and the remaining two thousand-plus Northern Li soldiers were still in shock when they were suddenly attacked, causing their formation to fall apart instantly.

Even more fatally, they were located halfway up the mountain in a narrow terrain, making it impossible for them to deploy their forces.

The Breaking Wind Army was clearly prepared.

Disguised as miners, the elite Windbreakers, in groups of three or five, used their familiarity with the terrain to launch attacks from all directions.

They do not linger in battle, but strike and retreat, focusing their attacks on the weak points of the Northern Li army!

Spear thrusts, sword slashes, pickaxes smashing heads—every move is ruthless, all techniques for killing on the battlefield.

"what--!"

Just as a captain of the Northern Army parried the oncoming sword, an iron spike from the side smashed his temple, sending red and white matter flying.

On the other side, three Northern Li soldiers stood back to back in formation, but were suddenly pulled down by five Po Feng soldiers who used ropes to lasso their ankles and then hacked them down with a flurry of blows.

massacre!

This is a completely one-sided massacre!

Luo Shengzhi was covered in blood, and his battle sword had several nicks.

He watched as his personal guard captain was cleaved in two by the Windbreaker Army captain wielding a machete, his intestines spilling out onto the ground.

"General, we can't hold them off!" The lieutenant, clutching his severed left arm, staggered back to his side. "Let's retreat!"

Luo Shengzhi gritted his teeth and looked down the mountain—there, the third team responsible for providing support was fighting another group of the Breaking Wind Army, and was also locked in a fierce battle.

"Retreat down the mountain! Rendezvous with the support team!" he roared.

The remaining Northern Li army began to retreat.

It was called a retreat, but it was actually an escape. The soldiers abandoned their armor and weapons and scrambled down the mountain to flee.

The Broken Wind Army pursued them relentlessly, herding them like sheep.

The elite Windbreaker Army, disguised as miners, didn't pursue them too far. Their commander, a centurion, stood at the edge of the mine, watching the fleeing Northern Army, and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

"Pah! With such meager skills, you dare to covet Zhenfeng Mine?"

His deputy whispered, "Commander, are we not going to pursue them?"

"General Sheng ordered us to drive them down the mountain," Xiong Kaishan wiped the blood from his face. "Our mission is to defend the silver mine, not to annihilate them. Besides..."

He looked towards Juzhou City, where flames were soaring into the sky.

"That's the main course!"

At the same time, north of Juzhou City.

Chen Wenyuan stood at the front of the formation, gazing at Juzhou City not far away.

The city walls stood tall, like a lurking beast in the night. Torches were sparse on the walls, suggesting that the garrison was not large—at least it appeared so.

"General, the siege equipment is in place," the lieutenant reported. "Forty siege ladders, eight battering rams, and twelve catapults are all within firing range."

Chen Wenyuan nodded.

He felt uneasy. According to the plan, the Zhenfeng silver mine should have already caught fire by now, and Sheng Yanwei would definitely send troops to rescue it. But the city walls of Juzhou remained calm, showing no sign of panic.

"Wait a little longer," Chen Wenyuan said in a low voice, "wait for the signal from the mine."

Before the words were finished, three streaks of fire suddenly rose from the direction of Zhenfeng and exploded in the night sky—that was the agreed-upon signal, indicating "the mission is complete, and we are withdrawing."

Little did they know that this was another of the Pofeng Army's schemes. The three fireworks that rose into the sky were deliberately set off by the commander who had just been holding the mountain-splitting axe, in order to lull Chen Wenyuan's troops into a false sense of security.

Chen Wenyuan's spirits lifted: "Good! Issue the order to attack the city!"

The war drums sounded.

The Northern Army pushed their siege equipment and began to advance.

The catapults fired first, sending boulders hurtling against the city wall with a dull thud. Several sections of the crenellations collapsed, sending debris flying.

The city walls remained silent.

It was as if the entire garrison had vanished.

"Something's not right." Chen Wenyuan frowned. "What's Sheng Yanwei up to?"

Just as the vanguard of the Northern Li army approached the moat and began to set up siege ladders—

Suddenly, a great fire broke out on the north gate tower of Juzhou!

Countless torches were lit simultaneously, illuminating the city walls as bright as day. The defenders appeared in dense formation behind the crenellations, their bows and crossbows pointed at each other.

The man in the center was clad in bronze armor, with a blood-red cloak bearing the insignia of the Breaking Wind Army on his back; he was none other than the garrison commander, Sheng Yanwei.

He stood on the city tower, looking down at the Northern Li army below, his face expressionless, and slowly raised his right hand.

The command flag was waved down.

"Brothers guarding the city, listen to my command—" Sheng Yanwei's voice was not loud, but it clearly echoed throughout the city wall, "Bring up all the 'good stuff' you've prepared these past few days!"

The city walls immediately became bustling with activity.

Squads of the Breaking Wind Army soldiers carried jars—wine jars, soy sauce jars, pickle jars, all kinds, each weighing thirty or forty pounds—and ran quickly to the crossbows.

The mouths of these jars were sealed with tarpaulins and long fuses were inserted. The jars were heavy, and a faint rustling sound of particles moving inside could be heard.

"What is that...?" Chen Wenyuan's pupils shrank suddenly.

Sheng Yanwei didn't give him time to think.

"ignition!"

On the city wall, soldiers holding torches quickly lit the fuse at the mouth of the jar.

"put!"

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