The Decisive Battle at Fierce Tiger Pass

"Shut the gates, shut the gates! Nobody goes out!"

Before Zaozi Ridge, row upon row of enormous, rough-hewn wooden barricades had been closed. Clusters of iron brambles, piled stones, and rolling logs had been hauled to the passes at every major route. The troops guarding the pass had all withdrawn inside the ridge, looking as though they had all run into a pack of evil spirits.

The scene left the Grain Protection Army and the other forces that had come to seize the pass utterly dumbfounded.

On their march, they had fought their way through many counties and passes. The officers and soldiers under God-Bestowed King had often been vicious and deranged.

When they saw a great army approaching, they had all resorted to sinister, underhanded tricks. Not one of them had shown fear; some had even launched raids on the army themselves. Fortunately, they were few in number, and the vanguard commander, Dong Qiaoyun, had a bag of tricks of her own. That was how they had smashed their way through to Zaozi Ridge.

Still, everyone knew that God-Bestowed King's fearsome reputation was no joke. Their smooth progress so far had been a stroke of luck.

Sooner or later, they would run into God-Bestowed King's main force and fight a great battle. Zaozi Ridge was just such a place for a fierce fight.

They had prepared for a brutal battle, yet their opponents had shut themselves in and no longer dared to fight?

"Open the gates! Open the gates, you cowards!"

Dong Qiaoyun—or Mrs. Lu, or Sweet Potato Shochu—flew into a rage the moment she saw the enemy cowering behind their gates. Mounted on a great horse, she shouted at them from outside. "If you've got any guts, open the gates and come out to face me, great-grandma! Don't