allonlinenovel Chapter 165 Cleanup
Chapter 165 Cleanup
Upon hearing the signal, the soldiers lying in ambush in the alley immediately understood and quickly prepared for the ambush.
At the same time, Liu Yao murmured, "The enemy is approaching the alley on the west side, preparing to ambush us."
His voice was carried forward by the wind, and his companions immediately nodded in acknowledgment, dispersing behind various bunkers in the alleyway as planned.
The archers quickly nocked their arrows, the short-sword soldiers gripped their weapons tightly, each holding their breath, waiting for the enemy to step into the trap.
As Liu Yao observed the enemy gradually approaching the ambush point, a cold smile appeared on his face.
He quickly determined the enemy's route of advance and gestured to the soldiers ahead to indicate the exact location.
They were instructed to adjust their ambush positions.
He remained calm and made accurate judgments throughout.
It was as if they could see through the enemy's every move.
When the enemy troops were fully inside the ambush zone, Liu Yao decisively made a slashing gesture.
Archers hidden in various dark places immediately drew their bows and shot arrows like rain, accurately hitting the unsuspecting enemy.
With a cry of pain, the enemy was thrown into chaos. The soldiers seized the opportunity to flank from both sides, and in the midst of flashing swords, they swiftly routed the enemy.
After the battle, Liu Yao did not linger. He quickly led his soldiers back into the depths of the alley and disappeared into the darkness once more.
His eyes remained alert, constantly watching his surroundings to ensure safety after the ambush.
Even if the enemy searches again, he can move nimbly through the alleyways and lead his soldiers back into safe cover.
Liu Yao's composure and calmness allowed the soldiers of Hesha City to thrive in the street fighting.
The alleyway, shrouded in darkness, was as still as a stagnant pool, broken only by the faint sound of enemy footsteps in the distance.
Veteran Wang Rui huddled in the shadows on one side of the alley, almost blending into the darkness.
He held a worn-out old bow in his hand, the bowstring taut, the cold arrow resting silently on the string.
Like a venomous snake poised to strike.
His breathing was steady and long, and his eyes were sharp as an eagle's, always watching the enemy troops gradually approaching at the end of the alley.
Wang Rui slowly adjusted his posture, trying his best to remain concealed.
He knew the enemy was carrying torches, and the light would illuminate their silhouettes.
Hidden in the darkness, one can clearly see every subtle movement of the enemy.
Leading the way was a commander, clad in armor, accompanied by several archers.
They were cautiously advancing into the alleyway, seemingly aware of the danger there.
Wang Rui narrowed his eyes slightly, judging the distance of the firing range.
He remained calm and patient, quietly waiting for the enemy to enter the optimal position.
At that moment, time seemed to stand still, with only faint footsteps approaching little by little.
"Now is the time," Wang Rui thought to himself, his eyes suddenly narrowing.
He suddenly drew back the bowstring, his arms as strong as iron, and the arrow pointed at the enemy commander's chest.
The next second, the bowstring trembled, a cold light pierced the darkness, and the arrow flew out like a venomous snake, accurately piercing the enemy commander's chest.
The man fell heavily to the ground without even uttering a cry.
The enemy was thrown into chaos. The archers around them looked around hastily, wondering where the enemy had come from.
Wang Rui remained calm, quickly drawing another arrow from his quiver, nocking the string, and pulling the bow with practiced ease and fluidity.
His target had shifted to the enemy archers, and after aiming, he released the arrow without hesitation.
The second arrow was equally accurate, striking the enemy archer in the throat, causing blood to gush out.
The man fell to the ground, and the remaining enemy soldiers panicked even more and scattered and fled.
Knowing his location might be exposed, Wang Rui turned and retreated deeper into the alley without hesitation.
He knew every alley in Hersha City like the back of his hand, and knew which alleys were good for hiding and which were good for ambushes.
He circled around several corners and quickly made his way to another dark alley, where he once again hid in the shadows.
Like a ghost roaming in the darkness.
As the enemy forces gradually approached, Wang Rui calmly nocked an arrow and aimed again.
This time, he chose an important soldier from the crowd.
The bowstring vibrated slightly, and the arrow drew a cold arc, causing the enemy soldier to fall to the ground.
His movements were swift and decisive, never hesitant, and every arrow aimed directly at the enemy's vitals.
The enemy troops, increasingly panicked by the barrage of arrows, scattered in all directions seeking cover.
However, the alleyways are narrow and fraught with hidden dangers.
Seeing that the enemy was in disarray, Wang Rui moved to the next sniping position without hesitation.
He muttered to himself, "Come on, you fools, keep chasing us."
A cold smile appeared on his lips as he drew back the bowstring, preparing for the next attack.
Whenever the enemy tried to get close, he would fire an arrow with precision, and the enemy troops would tremble in fear under his arrow.
Soldiers kept falling, and the remaining enemy eventually lost all will to fight and retreated in terror.
Wang Rui slowly lowered his bow, watched the remaining enemy troops flee in disarray, and gently exhaled.
In the alley, every arrow from veteran Wang Rui was threatening, like death in the darkness.
In a corner of Hesha City, the civil general Lü Qian stood before the people, his gaze resolute.
He looked at the ordinary people in front of him, who were holding hoes, sickles, and wooden sticks. Although their equipment was simple, everyone's face showed determination.
Lü Qian knew that these everyday farm tools and implements were no match for elite enemy troops.
But in the battle to defend their homeland, the will of the people is the real weapon.
Lu Qian handed a wood-chopping knife to a middle-aged man and a wooden stick to a boy.
As he distributed the tools at hand, he said in a low voice, "Remember, we are here to protect our home."
"When the enemy comes in, use whatever you have to strike them. After knocking them down, retreat immediately. Don't be greedy for credit."
The people gathered in a circle, listening attentively to Lü Qian's tactical explanation.
Lu Qian pointed to the alley entrance, used a twig to outline the route the enemy might take on the ground, and briefly taught them how to use the narrow alley to set up an ambush.
He instructed everyone: "There are many enemies, so we cannot confront them head-on. We must wait until they enter a narrow area before swarming in!"
Under Lü Qian's command, the people began to take action.
They piled up old furniture and rubble at the alley entrance to make a makeshift roadblock, and then covered it with wooden buckets and haystacks to increase its concealment.
Several young men hid behind the roadblock, holding sickles and long sticks, waiting with bated breath.
Their faces were tense, but their eyes shone with determination.
Lü Qian arranged for several elders to guard the other end of the alley, using hoes to loosen the ground slightly and spread a layer of sand and gravel to create a slippery surface so that the enemy soldiers could slip and fall during the pursuit.
He also had some elderly people and children with weaker physical strength prepare deep in the alleyways to receive and cover the retreating soldiers at any time.
Soon, the enemy's footsteps drew closer.
Lü Qian waved his hand, signaling everyone to keep quiet.
His figure was hidden on one side of the roadblock, his eyes fixed on the end of the alley.
When the first enemy troops stepped into the alley, they were unaware of the hidden trap and slowly approached.
When an enemy soldier stepped onto the soft, gravelly ground, he suddenly slipped and fell to the ground.
At that very moment, Lü Qian shouted, "Attack!" The people who had been hiding in the shadows rushed out from all directions, wielding hoes and sickles, and pounced on the enemy.
An elderly farmer raised his hoe and struck the enemy hard on the shoulder, sending him staggering backward.
Another young man, wielding a wooden stick, struck the enemy soldier hard on the knee, knocking him to the ground.
The people worked together, turning their tools into deadly weapons, and with anger and determination to protect, they slashed at the invaders.
After a brief surprise attack, Lü Qian shouted the order: "Retreat!"
The people quickly obeyed the instructions, retreating into the shadows of the alleyway and disappearing behind the obstacles.
When the enemy realized what was happening, they only saw their comrades lying on the ground, but no sign of the attackers.
Just as the enemy was trying to reorganize their formation, the civilians had quietly returned to their respective ambush positions.
Waiting for the next wave of enemy troops to arrive.
Lu Qian stood deep in the alley, his eyes filled with pride and sorrow.
He knew that these people were weak, but they were fearless and willing to defend their homeland with their own flesh and blood.
The repeated attacks gradually instilled fear in the enemy, who had to proceed with extreme caution, fearing another attack.
Although the hoes and sickles used by the common people were simple, they demonstrated astonishing power in every surprise attack.
The civilians in the city built an invisible defense in their own way, and the street fighting in Hersha City became increasingly fierce.
The people's unwavering faith made it difficult for the enemy to make progress.
Under Lü Qian's command, the people of Hesha City seemed to have transformed into the city's guardians.
With the simplest tools, they put up the most tenacious resistance.
The last rays of the setting sun shone on the dilapidated city walls, and the air was thick with the stench of blood.
The roars and shouts of battle echoed all around.
Gu Jinyan was clad in armor, which was covered in dust and blood, but she didn't care at all. The long sword in her hand gleamed with a cold light.
Her gaze was resolute and cold as she moved through the crowd, bringing an invisible force with her wherever she went.
Gu Jinyan walked to a roadblock and saw soldiers leaning wearily against the back of the bunker, breathing rapidly, their eyes revealing a hint of despair.
She stopped, her gaze sweeping over them, her voice loud and firm: "Hesha City still exists!"
Our families are still here! Hold this place, even if we fall, we will make the enemy pay the price!
Upon hearing her voice, the soldiers gradually raised their heads, and the confusion in their eyes was slowly replaced by a glimmer of hope and fighting spirit.
They gripped their weapons tightly, nodded heavily, and exchanged a glance.
It was as if they had rediscovered the courage to fight.
Gu Jinyan nodded slightly, gave them an encouraging smile, and then turned and continued running towards the next line of defense.
In the alley, the enemy figures gradually approached, a dark mass that sent chills down the soldiers' spines.
Gu Jinyan stood at the forefront, sword in hand, with soldiers fighting alongside her behind her.
She raised her longsword and pointed it forward: "Ready! The enemy is right in front of us!"
As the enemy entered firing range, Gu Jinyan charged out first, his sword flashing like lightning, piercing straight at the enemy vanguard.
Her swordsmanship was sharp and precise, each strike without the slightest hesitation. She would pierce the enemy's chest with her sword and then twist it forcefully, knocking the enemy to the ground.
Her movements were decisive and composed, as if she had anticipated every enemy attack, turning danger into safety while also boosting the morale of the soldiers behind her.
During a brief rest, Gu Jinyan joined the crowd of people.
She saw some elderly people and children whose faces were etched with exhaustion, but who showed no sign of backing down.
Gu Jinyan gently patted an elderly man on the shoulder and said softly, "Thank you. Hesha City is strong because of you."
The old man smiled slightly, gripping a worn-out wood-chopping knife tightly in his hand, and said firmly, "General, although we are old, we will not let the enemy succeed so easily!"
Gu Jinyan nodded, a hint of moisture glistening in his eyes, then turned to the crowd and said, "Take care of yourselves. The future of Hesha City needs you."