Chapter 131: Iable Death

  Everyoually dies, though no one ever thinks it es too soon!

  Most of the cart pushers had little to no archery skills.

  Adam Smith didn't have high expectations for them either—just pull the bow to its fullest and shoot the arrows.

  With enemies charging in densely, they were bound to hit something, just like the bandits before them.

  Although the scattered rain of arrows didn't maximize its killing potential, these were still military-grade ons.

  The sharp and sturdy arrowheads fell and pleted their mission.

  Over a dozen bandits screamed as they fell to the ground. Even though they raised their shields, the iron-fed arrowheads were strong enough to pierce through the wooden shields.

  Some bandits, even with arrows stu their bodies, tio sprint forward.

  The bandits weren't stupid; the slower they ran, the more dangerous it became!

  Without g about the killing effect, Adam Smith kept shouting:

  "First row fall back, sed row step forward, draw, shoot!"

  The first row of uneasy cart pushers retreated while the sed row, visibly more rexed, mimicked them, drawing their bows and shooting.

  After they shot their arrows, Adam Smith called the first row back up.

  He didn’t care too much about the effectiveness of the shooting; he just wahe cart pushers to see some blood!

  If they survived, they’d be seasoned soldiers in the battle.

  Round after round of arrow volleys fell, and after only four volleys from each row, the bandits had already charged through.

  Even though the cart pushers’ archery coordination was sloppy, nearly 2,000 arrows had been fired, striking the bandits solidly.

  The ferocious bandits suffered heavy losses.

  Over 50 bandits fell, and more than 70 were injured.

  Including the five volleys from the 28 crossbows, the bandits' bat power had been reduced by nearly 200.

  The remaining bandits, with bloodshot eyes, tiheir charge.

  Without time to think, Adam Smith decisively issued the bat orders:

  "Cart pushers, fall back, follow shooting instrus, shoot at an upward angle!"

  The cart pushers, feeling like they were pardoned, quickly retreated from the walls.

  "Shield-bearers, spearme on the walls!"

  "s, activate bat mode!"

  As soon as the words were spoken, the numerous bandits reached the walls.

  Fag a four-meter-tall wall, the bandits were stunned.

  They couldn’t believe that earlier in the m, when they passed by, this was just an unremarkable little hill.

  In just a few hours, a t wall had sprung up.

  But that wasn’t the full extent of their troubles!

  Except for the 50-meter slope eg to the road, the other areas at the base of the hill were filled with soft, sy mud.

  If someoepped in, they’d likely sink in uhey quickly pulled themselves out.

  So, the bandits could only attack from the front.

  Arrows tio rain down, striking the bandits who were packed together, creating immense pressure on them.

  The cart pushers, who had retreated to the ter of the hill, only o pull their bows and shoot at the designated angle.

  This made things easier for them but stantly remihe bandits!

  They had to attack quickly!

  Fortunately, the bandits weren’t unprepared.

  Several rogue bandits pulled ropes with iron hooks from their packs, swung them twice, and tossed them upwards.

  The shiny and sturdy hooks caught on the edge of the wall, and the rogues quickly began climbing the ropes.

  As they climbed, they threw daggers or ko prevent anyone from showing their head and cutting the ropes.

  The remaining bandits didn’t stand idle either, furiously hag away at the wooden barricades, trying to break them into pieces.

  Bang! Bang! Bang!

  The sound of metal g stuhe bandits.

  The shog force from the sword's impact made their wrists tih numbness.

  Upon closer iion, they saw that their swords had barely left shallow cuts on the dark wooden wall—there wasn’t even much splintering.

  "This is ironwood!"

  "The entire wall is made of ironwood!"

  "Impossible, a single piece of ironwood, five fingers wide and two meters long, costs a whole gold ..."

  "If the whole wall is ironwood, it must be worth tens of thousands of gold s!"

  "I don’t believe it either, but it’s right in front of us now!"

  "Stop thinking about hag it down, climb up the ropes!"

  "Hurry up and push forward, they're still shooting arrows from above!"

  "..."

  The bandits, though shocked by the Thorn Mert Caravaravagance, grumbled as they prepared to climb.

  At that moment, a violent tremor came from the walls.

  Along with it came the pierg screams of their rogue panions and the faint sound of bones breaking.

  Bodies, like ragdolls, were flung down violently, nding heavily in front of them.

  The mangled corpses, twisted into horrifying shapes like brokezels, revealed the terrifying strength of the attackers.

  Almost all the rogues who had climbed up were thrown down in misery, with only a few of the strues barely hanging on as they struggled to survive.

  The other bandits were startled, and from the rear, one of them spotted t figures and shouted:

  "s! Twenty of them!"

  Faced with death either by arrows or climbing, the bandits found themselves in a dire predit. In the end, they couldn't bear being passively shot at, so they gritted their teeth and began climbing.

  The stro bandit leader, Beverly, stepped up and showed his leadership.

  He grabbed a rope, braced himself against the wall, and hauled himself up with a powerful pull.

  As soon as he made it to the wall, a dull whooshing sound came straight at him—an enormous fist.

  The blow was massive and powerful!

  Beverly didn’t take it head-on; he rolled on the ground, bringing his greatsword upward as he moved.

  Crack! Crack!

  Cy shards flew off as the massive ’s body was forced to retreat a step.

  Beverly pressed his advantage, sshing his greatsword, hitting the 's leg.

  He crouched slightly to avoid a heavy strike from the golem and gathered his strength, gripping his sword with both hands, and stabbed toward the golem’s chest.

  Bang!

  Crash!

  The thid sturdy was actually pierced right through by him!

  Ign the severely damaged golem, which was still shakily raising its arms to try and grab him,

  Crack!

  Beverly's sword struck the golem’s neck, and with a powerful burst of force, he chopped its head off.

  The tall body fell heavily backward, colpsing into pieces with a loud crash.

  Beverly exhaled slightly but didn’t tinue charging; instead, he held the line, waiting for his panions to climb up.

  Within a dozehs, seven ht fearless bandits, with Beverly c them, made it onto the wall.

  Soon, under Beverly’s leadership, they pushed forward, f their way through the shield-bearing soldiers, carving out a foothold.

  Soldiers and bandits fell oer aheir blood soaking the ground and mixing with the stench of the foggy s.

  Death is fair!

  It desds swiftly and decisively!

  FAL