That Jala Ejen shouted outside for a while, and when he saw there was no response from inside the Tun Fortress, he angrily berated the soldiers beside him. Then a clear, ringing horn sounded.
Large numbers of foot soldiers raised wooden shields and carried scaling ladders, advancing step by step toward the Tun Fortress.
The walls of Yinghe Fortress were only four meters high. If there was something to step on, even a capable ordinary person could climb up, and if it was a martial artist, as long as he borrowed a bit of force, he could scale it very easily. As for a Post-Heaven Martial Artist, he could leap straight onto it.
So the other side had only made the simple preparation of a few scaling ladders before getting ready to attack the city.
As for why they did not attack from the main gate.
The front of Yinghe Fortress had a drawbridge and a moat. At this moment, the drawbridge had already been raised, the gate had already been locked, and the gatehouse above the main gate also had many dropping stones and rolling logs.
Generally speaking, the main gate was always a key defensive point of a Tun Fortress. Attacking the gate was worse than attacking the surrounding walls.
Those shield soldiers slowly approached, while the soldiers on the wall merely held their breath and focused, waiting for Yang Zhengshan's order.
Seeing those shield soldiers press within fifty paces, Yang Zhengshan said indifferently, "Loose arrows!"
The next instant, a loose rain of arrows shot out, thudding onto the ground, onto wooden shields, and of course, a small portion also landed on the enemies' bodies.
There were not many archers inside the Tun Fortress. When Yang Zhengshan trained cavalry, he had not trained mounted archery separately, and among