Endless Winter: My Camp Upgrades Infinitely

Chapter 1067: Chapter 374: The Battle and Fall of Bashang, Xiang Fuhai’s Despair and Fury, the Five Great Masters_4

Xiang Tianlin shouted to stop everyone’s conversation, seeing that two to three thousand bhikkhus had already jumped off the city wall, and he also took a group of people and jumped down.

Wu Chen’s more than sixty thousand people were meant to lure them into splitting their forces to guard, intending to divide the strength of the gate defenders; he had noticed this long ago.

The problem was, noticing didn’t help; regardless, it had to be addressed.

”The key is the gate; as long as we hold the gate, we’ll be fine!”

Xiang Tianlin led everyone down the wall, and upon seeing the scene behind the gate, his pupils shrank suddenly, not daring to hesitate for a moment before drawing his knife and charging forward directly.

The two hundred plus meters behind the gate were entirely occupied by enemy forces, and they had already begun assaulting the gate guards on both sides.

On each side of the gate were five iron chains with diameters of three meters, with countless smaller chains branch off on each side. Nearly thirty thousand soldiers at this moment were not engaged in the fight, but were grimly holding onto those small chains, struggling against the enemy forces trying to break open the gate from outside.

The two gates of Bashang City could swing both inward and outward.

At this moment, the enemy was trying to ram inward, and the design of those sturdy chains was meant to lock the two gates, preventing them from opening.

Currently, quite a few gate guards had already been broken through; if the enemy continued to assault, the chains would lose their strength, and the gates would open directly.

”Protect the flanks, secure the gate chains!”

Xiang Tianlin led everyone to separate to both sides, defending against the bhikkhus including Yan Xin who had just jumped down, significantly relieving the pressure on the gate guards.

Bang... ... ... ... ...

”Ah!”

However, the sudden scream in the air made Xiang Tianlin and all the Cold Resistance level fighters of Bashang tremble violently.

They looked up at the air above the gate, their pupils suddenly constricting.

”Yang Zhun, Qin Feng, Shangguan Yang, you tricked me, ah!!!”

After the scream, Xiang Fuhai’s desperate roar instantly spread throughout Bashang.

The hearts of hundred thousand defending soldiers and everyone inside the city twitched sharply.

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”Is the one holding the sword Hei Ming Master?”

Three kilometers to the west of Bashang City, atop a snow hill, stood nine figures, with Xia Hong at the forefront alongside Li Xuanling; Xia Chuan, Yuan Cheng, Yue Feng, Luo Yuan, and Shi Ping in the middle; and the last pair, an old and a young man, were Bai Shanqiu and Xiang Liang, whose expressions were incredibly excited.

Upon hearing Xiang Fuhai’s desperate roar, Xia Hong’s eyes gleamed as he looked at the yellow-robed old monk who suddenly appeared on the battlefield, piercing Xiang Fan Yun’s chest with a sword, he immediately inquired.

Li Xuanling and the other six immediately turned to look at the two Bai siblings behind them.

”Reporting to the Lord, Hei Ming Master’s weapon is indeed a black longsword!”

Xiang Liang and Bai Shanqiu only had early-stage Cold Resistance cultivation, from three kilometers away they simply couldn’t see the battle situation above the gate clearly, hence couldn’t confirm whether the newly appeared Xianyang level was Hei Ming Master.

Upon hearing their words, Xia Hong looked at the newly appeared master, seeing the black sword in his hand, immediately confirming his identity.

”There are already three masters over here, all of Eight Towns’ Xianyang level must be in Qinghepu now, aren’t you going over?”

Upon hearing Li Xuanling’s words, Xia Hong looked toward Bashang City, which was on the verge of being breached, and gently furrowed his brow.

With Hei Ming Master suddenly striking from hiding, severely injuring Xiang Fan Yun with one sword, Bashang City’s situation was already gradually becoming clear, Xiang Fuhai’s desperate roar was proof of that.

Xiang Fuhai had Nine Jun strength; in a one-on-one situation, although he couldn’t win, he shouldn’t fear the three great masters either, the issue lay with his younger brother Xiang Fan Yun.

Xiang Fan Yun had only Five Jun strength, having just fought Vajra Master, already at a disadvantage, now being heavily injured by Hei Ming Master, even fighting desperately, it’s estimated he wouldn’t hold out much longer.