The makeshift military encampment's outer wall, while not as sturdy as a true city wall, was still relatively easy to climb. Inside, Qian army spearmen thrusted with their long spears, and archers loosed arrows. A small portion of the scaling Yan soldiers fell midway. Yet, those behind them remained undeterred, like a horde of madmen unafraid of death, continuing to follow their commander upwards.
Fortunately, their fellow soldiers from the rear retaliated with arrows. Because they were more fearless and their archery skills far surpassed those of the Qian army, they managed to suppress the Qian forces within the encampment for a time.
By then, Li Fusheng had already led the first wave of armored soldiers onto the encampment wall. They engaged the Qian army in fierce combat, clearing space for the subsequent troops to ascend.
Zheng Fan had also reached the foot of the encampment wall. A Ming was to his left, Siniang to his right, the blind man behind him, and Fanli before him.
