Cheongha-gun, north of the county seat.

Three blast furnace chimneys stand quietly in the valley, like giants standing in the sky, overlooking this century-old building.

In the silent night, three orange-red flames suddenly flashed at the bottom of the blast furnace, rapidly expanding outward.

"Bang!"

The masonry exploded, splashing everywhere in flames and smoke.

The three giants trembled in the night sky, their tall bodies tilting rapidly, and finally fell to the ground with a thud.

"Boom!"

With an earth-shattering roar, more than a dozen buildings were crushed by the toppling blast furnaces, and the noisy smoke swept through the valley.

The apprentices and their families in the valley were still in their sleep when they were violently shaken from their beds and fell to the ground.

Before he could come back to his senses, a huge wave of smoke and dust roared by, swept their bodies under the wall, and then completely engulfed them.

"Boom!"

There was another loud bang, and in the direction of the mouth of the valley, the tall archway of the Eagle Hall collapsed.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Eight hundred black-clad and masked warriors spread rapidly like a surging tide through the collapsed ruins.

"Enemy attack!"

"Enemy attack!"

The two hundred Ye family warriors guarding the workshop finally reacted, and the rapid and terrible whistles resounded through the valley one after another.

They fought in a hurry, and their numbers were at an absolute disadvantage, and as soon as they rushed out of the smoke and dust in the sky, they were overwhelmed by the black crowd of eight hundred samurai.

The shouts of killing, the screams, the clashing of weapons, the roar of energy attacks, resounded through the valley.

At the back of the valley, panicked family members, urged by several samurai, hurriedly evacuated from the path.

They were disheveled, gray-headed, some with wounds, and the newborn babies in the women's arms cried and cried, and then choked on the smoke and dust, and let out a heart-rending coughing sound.

On the collapsed ruins, Ye Da Niu bare his chest, carrying a hammer, and red eyes, looked at seven or eight Ye family warriors, and rushed away without hesitation in the direction where the shouts of killing came.

The last group of family members were sent away, and the samurai would continue to fulfill their mission, guarding this valley and guarding the Ye family's estate.

They probably knew that they would never come back if they went, but none of them hesitated, and there was no hesitation in the steps of death.

Ye Daniu's strong chest rose and fell violently, and he wiped the tears on his face with his hand.

He stared at the apprentices and craftsmen who fled below, and suddenly shouted: "Those who have a family and a room, those with craftsmanship, hurry up and get out, the rest of the masters, do you dare to go with me to kill the enemy?!"

More than a dozen apprentices from the Asking Sword Hall had already stood solemnly aside, with red eyes and hammers.

Seven years ago, they were just a bunch of children who had fled and would starve to death at any moment.

It was the old hall master who let them eat their first full meal, and it was the Ye family who took them in and taught them the skills of sword-casting and iron-making, so that they could support themselves and survive with dignity.

Anyone can escape, but they can't.

In life, you can't be a member of the Ye family, and when you die, you have to become a ghost of the Ye family!

More than 500 apprentices and craftsmen who fled in panic couldn't help but pause when they heard Ye Daniu's angry shouts.

The next moment, most of the people continued to flee for their lives, but seventy or eighty people stopped.

Among them, there were apprentices and craftsmen sent by the Ye family, some family members were stoned to death by a collapsed blast furnace, and the old department of the Tie family who swore to live and die with the Iron Eagle Hall.

The strong apprentice, the fortune of the craftsman, the gray-haired old man, torn his clothes, bare his chest, carrying a hammer, followed behind Ye Da Niu, Ling Ran was not afraid, and strode towards the front where the sound of fighting had subsided.

"Kill!"

Ye Daniu looked at the man in black in front of him, roared angrily, raised the hammer and rushed over.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Nearly 100 hammer soldiers let out an earth-shattering roar and rushed over with their hammers.

"Poof!"

The long sword of the man in black pierced Ye Da Niu's chest like lightning, and the blood-stained blade leaked out of his back.

"Poof!"

Ye Da Niu's hammer fell, smashing the head of the man in black.

A dozen black-clad warriors fell, and more than thirty hammer soldiers fell.

On Ye Da Niu's chest, the blood stains were like large pieces of oil paint, and the long sword that passed through his chest was tightly clamped by his strong muscles and stuck on his body.

With bloodthirsty eyes, he led the remnants of the hammermen and continued to search for the enemy.

Twelve more men in black, and more than thirty hammer soldiers fell.

In the floating smoke and dust, hundreds of black-clothed people were like a tide, outflanking Ye Daniu and them.

Ye Daniu and the dozen or so people behind him suddenly ran towards a sword-casting room.

In front of the blazing furnace, more than a dozen people lined up, clenching the hammer in their hands, and glaring at the black-clothed men who were swarming in with hatred.

One of the four leaders of the Shenguangtang Warrior Regiment, Shen Kaishan, with a gloomy face, led his subordinates and rushed in.

His cold eyes looked at Ye Da Niu, first surprised, and then his anger burned brightly.

This time, they raided the Iron Eagle Hall, and with the cooperation of Neiying, they blew up three blast furnaces, causing chaos.

Then the 800 samurai he led took advantage of the chaos and quickly attacked in.

Despite the careful planning and the absolute head start, Shen Kaishan still underestimated the combat effectiveness of the Ye family's warriors.

The Ye family warriors who responded to the battle in a hurry, each of them fought to the death and did not retreat, and Shen Kaishan almost paid the same heavy price to kill all the two hundred people.

Such a large casualty had already made Shen Kaishan's heart ache, what he never expected was that a group of craftsmen and apprentices would suddenly be killed, and more than 30 of his subordinates would be killed.

Shen Kaishan looked at the dozen or so people in front of the stove, covered in blood, carrying a hammer, and having no force value, and couldn't help but show a hideous smile.

His big blood-stained hand waved in the air, and he said, "Give them to me and chop them into pulp!"

Dozens of black-clothed people suddenly received the order, roaring, and rushed towards Ye Xiangdong and them.

Ye Xiangdong's swollen face showed a smile of relief, picked up the hammer, and used his last strength to smash it towards the burning furnace.

The remaining dozen or so hammer soldiers also let out a dull roar, picked up the hammer, and smashed it into the furnace.

Shen Kaishan couldn't help but change color, and shouted: "Retreat!"

However, it was too late, and in the hammered furnace, the molten iron was churning violently, and the short-circuited spirit gathering circle was beating with crystal sparks.

Shen Kaishan flew to the door.

The torrent of the black warriors came to an abrupt halt.

Ye Da Niu's corpse fell to the ground.

In countless frightened eyes, time was frozen.

"Boom!"

The furnace exploded, and red flames engulfed the entire space.

In the flickering flames, the four walls and roof of the sword-forging room were twisted and shattered, like collapsed building blocks, and collapsed with a bang.

(End of chapter)