Hu Xiaotian led two hundred elite warriors into hiding on either side of the road that led to the burning fodder yard. Before long, a force of five hundred came hurrying along. As they passed, Hu Xiaotian swept his hand down, and all two hundred warriors pulled their crossbow triggers at once, sending a dense volley of bolts into the middle of the road. The Yong Army stationed at the Eastern Luo Granary had never imagined that enemies had already infiltrated their defenses. Panic broke out, and half of the five hundred men were struck by bolts from the shadows. Screams and cries of agony filled the scene.
Drawing his greatsword Hidden Edge, Hu Xiaotian charged out first like a fierce tiger released from its cage. He swung his sword. Though the blow failed to unleash sword energy, its tremendous weight crashed down on a Yong soldier's head. Such was its force that it split the helmet open and cleaved the skull beneath in two. The two hundred warriors accompanying Hu Xiaotian on the ambush were all experts handpicked from the Yong River Navy, each capable of taking on ten men and possessing extraordinary courage. Moreover, every one of them understood their predicament: if they failed to seize the Eastern Luo Granary in the shortest possible time, death would be their only fate. With their backs to the river and no retreat, they unleashed every ounce of their potential, driving their fighting strength to its peak.
Hu Xiaotian led from the front, and not a single stroke went astray. With sword energy bursting from his blade from time to time, he seemed a god of slaughter reborn. The Yong soldiers were terrified by the onslaught. Most died on the spot, while the few dozen survivors, seeing the tide turn against