Chapter 180

  Lin Chong's piercing gaze was fixed on Cheng Da Lei, making him feel somewhat unnatural. Helplessly, he raised his hand and shook his finger towards the distance.

  "There."

  Lin Chong looked in the direction pointed by Cheng Daoli, and what he saw was the highest peak of Qingniu Mountain. There was a poplar tree on the top of the peak, but no one could be seen.

  Lin Chong's face showed confusion.

  "He is on Niujiao Peak, using the big tree as a signal to indicate the direction of the Rong tribe's march. In this way, as long as there is any movement in the wind and grass, we can know it in advance."

  Lin Chong was taken aback and suddenly roared: "Bastard, are you trying to get him killed?"

  Cheng Dalai was startled: "It's not that dangerous, you just didn't notice him earlier. There are large rocks blocking the view at the summit, it's hard to see him, besides, who would always look up at the sky?"

  Lin Chong said: "One person outside, as long as they are not discovered, it's fine. But once they are discovered, it's a dead end. Idiot, since it's not dangerous, why don't you go and die!"

  Cheng Dalai was stunned, it seems that Lin Jiaotou is not only a miserable hero, but also has a bit of a muddled brain. So they say that personality determines fate, his tragic life is also determined by this pathetic personality.

  "The mountains and rivers are shattered, the people are scattered and lost, this land is dying every day. Once the Toad Hill Fort is breached, five thousand lives will be nothing but ghosts under the blade of a sword. I will die, Lin will die, Shao... will also die. You and I have no other choice."

  Lin Chong was stunned for a long time, and suddenly blurted out: "I am not Lin the Instructor!"

  Why does this person keep calling himself Lin Jiaotou, could there be something wrong with his brain?

  Lin Chong shook his head and gazed at the distant Ox Horn Peak, suddenly saying: "It's moving, it's moving, the willow tree is moving."

  "Here we go again!"

  Cheng Dalai suddenly came to his senses, waved his sword and shouted loudly: "Up the city, up the city, the Rong tribe has attacked again!"

  Taking advantage of the dusk, the Rong tribe launched a massive attack, this time with a stronger force than ever before. Many Rong warriors charged forward fearlessly, only to be met with crossbow arrows, fire oil, and rolling stones... The city head was on the verge of being breached several times.

  Lin Chong displayed his top-notch skills, he, Qin Meng and Zhao Zilong each led a team to guard the city head, three guns moved in unison, dancing out a battle killing dance.

  The war lasted for a day and night, and the Rong tribe returned without success.

  This time, the Red Eyebrows were dismayed to discover that after a long siege, the Tadpole Garrison not only didn't show any signs of fatigue but instead became even more courageous and fierce. As they watched, the catapults smashed into the city walls, but soon discovered that the walls were still intact. Moreover, their archery skills had also improved significantly. In the past, when the Tadpole Garrison shot arrows from the top of the city wall, it was completely a matter of luck, and whether or not they hit their target depended on chance. But this time, their archery wasn't quite hitting the mark every time, but at least five or six out of ten arrows were able to hit their target.

  In the following days, Chimei launched more than a dozen attacks on the city, sacrificing countless lives, but still failed to break through the city gate.

  The fort of Huaizhen was like a stubborn nail, firmly nailed to the Qingniu Mountain, no matter how hard you hit it with a hammer or pliers, it would not be broken.

  Counting on fingers, Cheng Da Lei has held out for seventeen days, and the city walls have not been breached.

  Qingniu Mountain, apart from the two powerful families of Chi Mei and Ha Ma, there were many small and large forces that sent scouts to gather information. They hid their figures, hiding in the grass, on big trees, behind rocks, staring at every move of Qingniu Mountain, and reporting intelligence to their masters at any time.

  "Has the Toad's Fortress been breached?"

  "No."

  "Look again and explore further."

  "The report says that the Rong tribe's army is attacking the Frog Garrison for the eleventh time!"

  "How's it going? Has Toad Village been taken?"

  "No, they held their ground."

  "Again they held their ground, but when would they be breached?"

  In Youzhou, and even in Qingzhou and Jizhou adjacent to Youzhou, this scene occurred in many cities.

  ……

  Qingzhou, Tianyi City.

  "Lord, according to those who escaped to the dock, the Rong tribe has not yet broken through Qingniu Mountain." Qiao Ye.

  "The siege hasn't been broken yet, and Cheng Da Lei's bandits have actually held their ground." Fang Bo Shan.

  Fewer and fewer people have escaped to Qingzhou recently, there are only two possibilities for this situation. One is that the Rong tribe has arrived with a large army and started slaughtering the city. Cheng Dairen still guards Gama Fort until now.

  The first possibility is more likely, and in comparison, the second one seems a bit far-fetched.

  "With just a handful of people from Huaizhu Fort, they can stop an army of 10,000 elite soldiers." Fang Baoshan said in dismay.

  In the empire, the contrast between strong and weak soldiers was roughly as follows: The Imperial Guards defending the capital were stronger than the state troops, and the state troops were stronger than the city defense forces.

  Rong tribe cavalry, stronger than all of the above combined.

  All of these are far superior to mountain bandits.

  Bandits and outlaws, although sometimes producing a few exceptional individuals, are overall completely inferior to regular troops in terms of quality.

  But now what has happened is that under extremely disadvantageous military strength, the weakest mountain bandits have blocked the strongest Rong tribe iron cavalry.

  "Let's go back, City Master," said Qiao Ye. "We'll lead the remaining troops to join forces with the Toad Slope Camp and launch a pincer attack on the Rong tribe from both inside and outside. The Rong tribe will be attacked from both front and rear, and they will surely be defeated by our army. At that time, City Master, you will have achieved great merit."

  Fang Bo Shan looked at Qiao Ye with a "you must be kidding" expression, his three eyes above and three eyes below scrutinizing him.

  "That's the Rong tribe!"

  Qiao retreated silently, his hands hanging down.

  But then an idea popped into his mind: what's wrong with the Rong tribe?

  What's wrong with the Rong tribe!

  This idea had occurred not only to Cheng Dairen, but also to countless young generals of the Empire. Some were eager for a showdown with the Rong tribe, and wanted to ask them what was going on.

  The result is often losing more and winning less, and it's not an exaggeration to say that they have lost every battle.

  In countless battles of defeat, there was the invincible speech of the Rong tribe. As time went by, the former young general would have either died on the battlefield or become gray-haired.

  At this moment, if there is another young man who wants to fight against the Rong tribe, he will angrily scold: That's the Rong tribe!

  But what about the Rong tribe? This question has never been answered.

  Qiao Ye was once young, he had a humble origin, and his military achievements were also fought out bit by bit. When Cheng Da Lei went to Luoye City to borrow troops, the blood in his body had also been boiling before, but thinking of his concubine, thinking of his newborn baby, that boiling blood finally cooled down, choosing to escape from Luoye City with Fang Bo Shan together.

  Today, Qiao Ye is concerned about what happened on Qingniu Mountain by countless people, as if to entrust something that he cannot complete himself to Cheng Darui.

  I hope Cheng Da Lei can write an answer under that question.

  Actually, everyone knows the answer to the question, but since thirty years ago, no one has been qualified to write down the answer.

  The question is not complicated, and the answer is also very simple, just a few words are needed.

  But no one can write under it.

  Because this answer requires elite soldiers as pens, blood as ink, mountains and rivers as paper, and a clean and efficient victory to put a period.

  The Rong tribe is not good.