The Legend of the Condor Heroes: From Being Expelled from Peach Blossom Island

Chapter 281 Herrenburg

Wu Chengyu slowly walked to the gate of the fortress. The fortress was huge, covering an area of ​​several dozen acres, which was quite large.

It resembles a small castle, but it also has an outer ring of auxiliary buildings, with a circular wall made of stones that is three zhang high.

Looking at the auxiliary building, it resembles the round walled houses of Fujian, which were defensive dwellings built along the Fujian coast to defend against foreign invasion during the later period of Japanese pirate raids. I never expected to see them here.

The wisdom of the working people always has a similar charm.

The wall, which is two zhang high, has many one-foot square windows, which are actually arrow slits. As long as an enemy gets close, they can be shot and killed immediately.

However, all the windows are now firmly closed, and there are only guards standing at the top of the building. These people are used to being arrogant and have no powerful enemies. They are just going through the motions. Judging from the sounds coming down, most of them are drinking and eating meat.

However, he didn't know what kind of meat they were eating now. When Wu Chengyu thought of this, he could no longer suppress the murderous intent in his heart.

The main gate of the walled building is a heavy wooden door, but it is covered with a layer of iron sheet, and there is a fence outside the wooden door with many long nails.

Judging from the defense of this fortress alone, its defensive value is already at its maximum for a small castle in this era. As long as there are enough weapons and food inside, ordinary armies simply cannot conquer it.

Generally speaking, such fortified villages were built by local powerful families, and obviously would not belong to wandering bandits.

However, the powerful clans of that time should have vanished long ago when the Jin dynasty overthrew the Northern Song and wreaked havoc everywhere, and it is unknown when they were taken over by these guys.

However, this place is indeed a good stronghold that is easy to defend and difficult to attack.

Wu Chengyu had schemed and plotted at the Great Ci'en Temple, using disguise and sneak attacks, but ended up making a huge blunder. He still felt ashamed when he thought about it.

So this time he wasn't going to resort to secret infiltration and assassination. They were just a bunch of bandits, not the elite spies of the Jin Dynasty, and there was no way they had any real experts. He would just walk in and kill them all. Why use brains when brute force could do the job?

Wu Chengyu approached the wooden fence step by step in a very open and unhurried manner. The sentries on guard didn't notice this uninvited guest until he was only a foot away from the fence.

"Who dares to raid my Herlian Fortress at night?"

Helian? Wu Chengyu frowned, immediately recalling the Western Xia Yipintang during the Tianlong era. It seemed that the leader of Yipintang at that time was also surnamed Helian. Was he called Helian Tiegen? Or Helian Tiegun? It had been too long, and he couldn't remember the exact name.

Could these bandits be connected to the Western Xia? This is already the border between the Western Xia and the Jin Dynasty. It's not impossible that the Jin Dynasty could send a bandit disguised as a gust of wind to burn, kill, and plunder in the Song Dynasty. The Western Xia could have planted a hidden force on the Jin border.

As Wu Chengyu continued to approach, the people above, seeing that he did not respond, immediately shot arrows downwards. Dozens of arrows came raining down at once, but Wu Chengyu blocked them all three feet away with his "Dou Zhuan Xing Yi" technique.

Wu Chengyu felt the force of the arrow; although it had no effect on him, it was no less than that of the archers lying in ambush at the Great Ci'en Temple in Chang'an.

Those archers were all elites from the Jin army. How could such powerful archers exist in this sparsely populated, chaotic place, full of refugees and starving people? They couldn't possibly be ordinary bandits.

Wu Chengyu had already reached the wooden fence. The fence was vertically adjustable, which meant there must be a winch inside the fortress that controlled its raising and lowering.

Wu Chengyu bent down, used his arms to lift the wooden fence up to his chest, then turned and crawled underneath, letting the fence fall back to the ground. There was a peephole-like opening in the back gate, through which someone was observing the situation. Seeing Wu Chengyu's actions, they were astonished; the wooden fence weighed several hundred pounds—how could one person possibly lift it by force?

Those behind the gate immediately cried out, "Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" The shrill cries echoed throughout the fortress. Wu Chengyu heard the commotion inside the fortress as many people cursed and drew their swords.

The wooden fence was only three meters away from the gate. Wu Chengyu walked to the gate, opened the 3D model, and immediately discovered that at least dozens of people were lying in ambush behind the gate, each holding a weapon, and many archers were nocking their bows and firing arrows, pointing directly at the gate.

At this moment, someone shouted loudly from inside the door: "Where did you come from, intruding into my Helian Fort so late at night? This is really presumptuous of you."

If you are a friend, please state your identity; it's all a misunderstanding. But if you are an enemy, don't blame the people of Herlianburg for being impolite.

At the same time, another person said, "Third Master, I just saw him. It's just one person, dressed as a handsome scholar with a fair complexion, but his strength is ridiculously great."

Upon hearing this, the people behind the door immediately became agitated, laughing and cursing, "You dare to break into my Helian Fortress all by yourself? So what if you're strong? There are so many of us here!"

Let him in. I didn't enjoy the meal much tonight. I love the meat of these pale-faced scholars; stir-fried over high heat in hot oil, it's so fragrant and tender.

Wu Chengyu seemed not to hear what these people were saying, maintaining a smile on his face as he spoke.

His voice wasn't loud, but it immediately suppressed the noise from the people behind the door, reaching everyone's ears with crystal clarity.

"I'm here to deliver a letter, a letter from the King of Hell. I wonder if anyone can help open the gates and accept this letter so I can send everyone across the gates of hell to the Bridge of Helplessness."

At the same time, he slapped the door three times. The first slap was so loud that it shook the dust off the door.

The second knock seemed to be harder, but strangely, it didn't make a knocking sound; instead, there was a cracking sound of wood breaking at the door.

The force of the third push seemed to concentrate at the intersection of the two doors. The door, which normally required three or four people to push it open, creaked and slowly opened, revealing a gap large enough for one person to pass through.

This gate was extremely sturdy and heavy, and it would take a lot of effort to open it by force. Wu Chengyu did not have any heavy weapons, so he could not simply use a backing stick to force it open.

Fortunately, his control over his strength was superb, allowing him to move at will within a three-foot radius. Although the gate was thick, it did not reach three feet.

Wu Chengyu's first slap on the door shook the entire door, accurately locating the bolt. The second slap concentrated all his strength, almost at full power, yet silently broke the bolt through the door. The third slap was the simplest, merely opening the door.

Wu Chengyu slowly stepped through the gate. As soon as he appeared, he heard the third leader shout, "Release the arrows!"

Dozens more arrows came flying, and behind them, the bandits inside the fortress rushed forward, brandishing their long knives.

Wu Chengyu raised his hands and gently snapped his fingers together. The dozens of arrows immediately turned and shot towards the charging bandits. Then, amidst screams, his figure blurred, splitting into seven or eight separate figures that collided with the bandits.

(End of this chapter)