Atop Luoshui City stood a one-eyed, bald, burly man over nine feet tall, his shaved head gleaming with a cold sheen beneath the sun.
His lean, powerful muscles stretched his fitted clothes taut. His single eye flashed fiercely as he stared down below and barked, "Is the one beneath the city that Commander from the Demon Suppression Division?"
Unlike the arrogant swagger of his subordinates, his expression was grave and wary. A trace of barely concealed astonishment churned in his lone eye; clearly, he had not expected the Demon Suppression Division to arrive so suddenly.
Yet with the high walls under his control, the city gates impregnable, and plenty of men at his command, he did not take this young Commander seriously at all.
"You killed my men, yet you do not even know who I am? Looking at you, you're probably nothing more than an abandoned pawn!" Chu Feng's expression was cold as ice. Too lazy to waste words, he pulled hard on the reins and prepared to charge straight for the city gates.
Ma An was alarmed at once and hurriedly stopped him. "Brother Chu! The walls are exceptionally sturdy, and they have over a hundred men. We don't even have half a siege weapon with us. A frontal assault will be harder than climbing to heaven!"
That was already putting it mildly. It was more than difficult—it was simply impossible.
Though these Demon Suppression Division runners were all skilled martial artists, capable of scaling roofs and vaulting walls with ease, the several hundred bandits atop the walls were no pushovers either. There were quite a few martial experts among them.
Moreover, they held the advantage of the high ground. Once they climbed the walls, the enemy would unleash a rain of arrows, rolling logs, and falling stones.