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As the sun began to set, the verbal battle between the two sides finally came to a halt. The leaders of the Black Tiger Camp took turns in the exchange, while on the Jin Family's side, it was only Yin Qian standing firm against them, surrounded by a crowd of onlookers. Yin Jianren even set up a table for his father and brewed some tea, occasionally taking a sip to soothe his throat.
At first, both sides maintained some decorum, but as the war of words escalated, things spiraled out of control. Insults began to rain down from the city walls, and Mo Wen found himself learning a variety of colorful curses. It became clear that there was no need to continue this exchange; the outcome was already decided. For Hei Hu's side, prolonging the confrontation would only lead to further embarrassment.
"Old man Yin Qian, do you dare to fight?" Hei Hu's challenge signaled the end of their verbal sparring. The generals of the Jin Family on the city walls tightened their nerves.
"What is there to fear, you little brat Hei Hu? Wait until I take your dog head!" Yin Qian was more than willing to accept the duel; he had prepared adequately during their exchange.
"Very well! At sunrise tomorrow, we shall see who takes whose dog head!" With that, Hei Hu prepared to withdraw his troops.
"Why wait for another day? Today I will take your life!" Yin Qian's boldness surprised Hei Hu. However, since Yin Qian was eager for battle, Hei Hu couldn't back down either. He waved his hand, signaling his soldiers to rush towards the gates of Yinzhou City. The city gates were the weakest point in its defenses; if they fell, all other defenses would be rendered useless. Hei Hu and his men stayed at the rear, watching Yin Qian and his forces on the wall. Both sides had their pride and could not lower themselves to slaughter each other's soldiers in front of so many witnesses. According to intelligence reports, Yin Qian and Hei Hu were evenly matched in strength; thus, scaling the wall should be easy for Hei Hu’s men. However, Yin Qian’s forces were also stationed atop the wall.
"Haha! Old man Yin Qian, I suggest you open the gates and save your family!" Hei Hu laughed loudly at Yin Qian on the wall. The walls were merely a defense and posed no real threat to his troops. Since Yin Qian did not send anyone out to meet them in battle, it seemed he had no soldiers left to fight. Once the gates were breached, capturing Yinzhou City would be just a matter of time. With no troops left to call upon, even if Yin Qian and his men were strong, they would eventually be trapped.
On the wall, seeing that Hei Hu could no longer contain himself and began directing his men to attack the gates, Yin Qian waved his hand behind him. Thousands of soldiers who had been waiting in preparation surged forward towards the wall. These soldiers wielded crossbows; although there were archers among the City Defense's Ninth Battalion scattered across various camps, under Big Dog Head's orders they had been gathered into a force of just a few thousand. After several days of intensive training, they now numbered ten thousand. Even now, those on the wall remained uncertain about how effective this force would be against their enemies; however, they still believed in Big Dog Head's strategy.
"Fire!" With Yin Qian's command, a volley of arrows shot forth towards Hei Hu's advancing troops just a hundred paces from the city gate. As he watched arrows raining down from above, Hei Hu's heart sank; no wonder Yin Qian seemed indifferent to an attack—he had been prepared all along. He tried to call out to halt his advancing soldiers but it was too late; arrows struck into their ranks as cries filled the air. The soldiers of Black Tiger Camp fell like wheat in a field under a scythe.
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