Chapter 151: White-Browed Tiger Battles Two Heroes

The city gate trembled and a crack appeared. White-Browed Tiger had anticipated this, and another team of men behind him charged forward carrying a log.

"Thud—thud—"

Under the continuous impacts, the city gate swung open!

There were few guards on the city wall because most of the troops had been mobilized to guard the prisoners to prevent the bandits from rioting and harming the people, meaning they could not organize an effective counterattack in time.

Seeing the gate open, White-Browed Tiger immediately took the lead in the charge and shouted to the bandits behind him: "Brothers, follow me and charge!"

"Kill!"

The bandits, dressed in coarse cloth and hemp, followed closely behind White-Browed Tiger with broadswords in hand.

This scene was witnessed by the Commandant who had just arrived; he had not expected the gate to be breached so quickly.

More importantly, he had assumed the remaining bandits could no longer stir up any trouble, let alone escape.

He hadn't even gone to settle scores with them yet, and these reckless fools actually dared to counterattack!

Thinking of this, the Commandant felt a tightness in his chest. With the Prefect still in the city, if he let the bandits run wild, what face would he have left?

"Reckless bandits! Brothers, follow me and kill! Do not let the bandits harm the people!"

The Commandant was not afraid; he took the lead in the charge and did not forget to command everyone to follow.

Even without the Commandant's order, everyone was full of energy, all wanting to perform well in front of the Prefect.

Both sides were filled with fighting spirit and showed not the slightest sign of cowardice, charging straight at each other to kill.

Soon, the Commandant, who was charging at the front, met White-Browed Tiger. White-Browed Tiger raised his broadsword, intending to suppress the Commandant with the force of a thousand jun.

The Commandant was not to be outdone; he raised his own broadsword to meet the challenge, the sharpness in his eyes undisguised.

"Clang!"

The moment the blades touched, a crisp ringing sound erupted. Both sides changed their moves simultaneously. The Commandant gripped his broadsword with both hands and swept horizontally, carrying a fierce wind, intending to cut his opponent in half at the waist.

Relying on the advantage of being on horseback, White-Browed Tiger clamped his legs against the horse's back, exerted force from his waist, and brought his full strength down in a hack, intending to break through with sheer power.

The two men fought high and low, their sharpness fully exposed. The Commandant caught the blade head-on, and with a "clang," sparks flew everywhere. Unexpectedly, a recoil force traveled to his hands, making his tiger's mouth ache!

Cannot be fought head-on!

In an instant, the Commandant made his judgment. He stepped lightly and retreated continuously, narrowly dodging the blow, showing his seasoned experience.

White-Browed Tiger was not skilled at fighting on horseback; he was fine for riding around, but fighting on horseback actually limited his own performance.

Thus, White-Browed Tiger braced one hand on the horse's back, vaulted off, and continued to pursue the Commandant.

At this moment, the rest of the men from both sides collided, and a great battle broke out!

Although the soldiers had little training on weekdays, they were still superior to the bandits.

Even if the Fierce Tiger Stronghold was considered a leader among bandit dens, the difference in quality was immediately apparent once they truly fought.

Most importantly, the soldiers wore armor—even if it was just the most ordinary kind, it provided some protection—while the bandits were in hemp clothing, which widened the gap.

As a result, the situation was almost one-sided. The bandits suffered serious injuries from a single sword strike, while it was very difficult for the bandits to cause damage to the soldiers.

It often took three bandits working together to kill one enemy, but since there was currently no significant difference in numbers, the bandits' defeat was only a matter of time.

White-Browed Tiger naturally noticed this and attacked the Commandant even more fiercely, hoping to behead him so the soldiers would be leaderless and collapse on their own.

Seeing how fierce this bandit leader was, the Commandant was suppressed for a time and forced to retreat repeatedly, not daring to meet the blade's edge head-on.

The Prefect was still waiting for news in his original spot. The guard responsible for gathering information hurried over to report.

"Reporting to the Prefect, the bandits have breached the city and are currently fighting the soldiers."

Hearing that the city gate had been breached, the Prefect instinctively wanted to turn and leave, but when he turned his head, he saw that most of the people were still watching him from behind.

Thus, the Prefect turned back with a blank expression, looked at the guard, and continued to ask: "How many bandits are there? To think they even breached the city gate."

"Fewer than one hundred!" the guard replied firmly.

Hearing this number, the Prefect finally felt relieved. He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with an air of indifference, stood up, and said in a resonant voice:

"What a joke! A mere few dozen people want to cause trouble? With me, the Prefect, personally sitting in command, do they think they can turn the world upside down?"

Light shone in the people's eyes, and they clenched their fists and shouted: "With such a righteous official here, what do we have to fear from those thieves?"

"Exactly, those bandits are already destined for death!"

"The Prefect's back is so reassuring, I like him so much!"

"Presumptuous! How can a man like the Prefect!"

The Prefect's face glowed red. He said to the guards beside him: "You all go and help, take down the thieves as soon as possible to avoid worrying the people!"

"At your command!"

The guards drew their swords and, led by their captain, ran toward the city gate, leaving only ten men to protect the Prefect.

The Prefect had brought dozens of guards for safety, and unexpectedly, they could play a role at this moment.

That is to say, the Great Qian law stipulated that any mobilization of more than one hundred men must be reported—this was to prevent riots and rebellion—otherwise, the Prefect would have brought at least two hundred men.

With the addition of the guards, the battle situation became completely one-sided, and in a short time, half of the bandits were killed or injured.

Seeing the Commandant being suppressed, the guard captain hurried forward to help.

"Brother, I'm here to assist you!"

The Commandant, however, did not think so; he subconsciously assumed the other party was here to steal the credit. His face showed displeasure, but he dared not speak out, as the other party was the Prefect's man.

The guard captain drew his long sword and stabbed straight at White-Browed Tiger's back. Even while fighting the Commandant, White-Browed Tiger kept an eye on his surroundings and dodged just in time.

This sneak attack did not succeed, but the guard was not surprised. He held his sword in one hand and launched a fierce offensive, a diagonal slash aimed straight at White-Browed Tiger's face.

"Kill!"

White-Browed Tiger roared, fighting one against two with even greater fighting spirit. He swung his broadsword in a fierce wind, hacking down without any technique, only brute force.

The guard captain did not retreat but advanced, changing his moves in an instant. As the blade reached his body, he twisted his waist, and the long sword, sharp as a ray of light, stabbed straight along the back of the blade, the tip pointing directly at the five fingers White-Browed Tiger used to grip his sword.

This sword strike was fast and accurate, forcing White-Browed Tiger to withdraw his blade to save himself.

After just one exchange, White-Browed Tiger understood that this man was an expert, not on the same level as the Commandant.

The Commandant naturally refused to be outdone; he circled to White-Browed Tiger's side and swept his broadsword horizontally, forcing White-Browed Tiger to retreat repeatedly.

Under the pressure of fighting two opponents, White-Browed Tiger still managed to look back at his brothers. The battle was extremely tragic; since entering the city, they had not advanced even half a step, but were instead being continuously pushed back and killed.

They were already very close to the city gate, and more than half of his brothers had been killed or injured, yet they hadn't even seen the brothers who were about to be beheaded.