The big rocky mountain hadn't been blasted open yet. Fang Zichen was eager to go back and improve the gunpowder, so Zhao Ger stayed behind.
The blasted rocks on the mountain needed to be cleared away. Before Zhao Ger could even give orders, Tieda and a crowd of villagers charged up the mountain in a frenzy.
When they got there, everyone stood dumbfounded, rooted to the spot.
At the foot of the big rocky mountain, there had been a smaller hill.