That sense of danger lasted only a lightning-flash instant, vanishing almost as soon as it appeared.
Zhao Feng whipped his head around and saw the rebel troops all around him hastily retreating in a wide swath. Looking up, he spotted a dozen glints of cold light shooting toward him-a dozen barbed bolts fired from Wolf Fang Crossbows. These heavy crossbows were mounted on carts and used specifically for siege warfare and piercing armor.
Clearly, the rebels knew how formidable Zhao Feng was. Ordinary arrows could not hurt him, so they had switched to Wolf Fang Crossbows!
Zhao Feng gave a faint, cold smile and whirled the Mountain Burner Spear like the wind, its shadows forming a wall. Bang, bang, bang! Amid a series of dull impacts, he knocked every Wolf Fang Crossbow bolt aside.
He glanced over and saw that the enemy commander's banner stood too far from the walls. Abandoning the idea of storming their central army, he guarded his entire body with his spear and leaped back onto the battlements.
By then, the rebels who had climbed onto the walls had already retreated, leaving only a carpet of corpses.
Zhao Feng stood with spear in hand, his brows knitted in thought.
He kept feeling that the danger had not come from those dozen siege crossbow bolts, but from someone else.
Still, he did not dwell on it. He descended from the walls, mounted his horse, and rode off to inspect the other gates. Although the main assault had been directed at his position, the other gates were under considerable pressure as well.
Meanwhile, fierce fighting raged at the southern gate. Xu Commandant and several martial arts school masters, including Master Duan of the Wind-Shaking Martial Arts School and Master Tong of the Triumphant Reach Martial Arts School, fought