When Yang Zhengshan walked out of the main hall, he heard someone let out a miserable scream and tumble down from the top of the wall.
"Dalang!" Jiang Cheng cried out despite himself.
The one who had fallen from the wall was Jiang Cheng's eldest son.
With his own son injured, Jiang Cheng's previously steady heart immediately fell into chaos, and everyone else began to panic as well.
Seeing this, Yang Zhengshan quickly shouted, "Don't panic! Jiang He, take the others and guard the rear. I'll handle the front gate myself!"
He was unfamiliar with the others; Jiang He, his son-in-law, was the only one he knew well.
The Jiang Family's courtyard was much better than the Yang Family's. Its house was built of gray bricks and large roof tiles, while its courtyard wall was a seven-foot-tall brick wall. Such a courtyard had some defensive strength; even setting it on fire would take some effort.
"Everyone, come over here!" Having received his orders, Jiang He immediately gathered everyone at the rear.
"Don't show yourselves. As long as they don't climb in, leave them alone!" Yang Zhengshan instructed again.
The bandits outside were all vicious men, and quite a few were skilled with bows. Carelessly showing one's head could easily turn one into an arrow target.
"There are people here!"
Just as Yang Zhengshan was making arrangements, the bandits' voices rang out beyond the gate.
The clamor grew louder and louder. In no more than a moment, someone began ramming the gate.
Naturally, the Jiang Family's gate could not withstand the bandits' battering. After only four or five blows, it collapsed with a thunderous crash.
At the instant the gate fell, Yang Zhengshan fiercely hurled the short spear in his hand.
With a whoosh, the short spear shot out with a