As they approached the border of the Dragon Territory, more than a dozen groups of bandits dispersed and sped toward nearby villages and towns.
Meanwhile, Robert Jr. and his brothers were heading to a village called Ruhua Village.
Jinlongcheng is one of the hundred villages under its jurisdiction, with several hundred households and a thousand or so people. The village has fertile fields and was originally a happy and peaceful little village.
Hundreds of people spurred their horses toward the village at great speed and with great fanfare.
The dust and smoke were noticed when the village was still more than a kilometer away.
Someone on a high vantage point saw that the approaching group was a group of bandits dressed in various styles and with fierce appearances, and they quickly ran into the village to warn others.
A house at the entrance of the village, with the words "Guardian" hanging in front of the door.
Each village has a village guard team, which ranges from dozens to hundreds of people depending on the population. However, Ruhua Township is a small village, and its guard team consists of only about seventy people, led by an old soldier who lost an arm.
Although he's a veteran, he's only 30 years old, but he has a very different aura.
Its sharp edge is fully exposed, yet it remains sheathed, like a butcher's knife that can be drawn at any moment.
The veteran was sent to the village for about three months. At first, some people were not convinced by him.
Why should an outsider manage the village's armed forces? But after that veteran scared off a tiger with his mere presence, no one dared to say anything more.
And later those people also learned about the veteran's background: the Black Armor Army!
He was one of the many soldiers wounded in that battle.
However, because he lost his arm and could no longer return to the team, he could have gone to enjoy his retirement, but he requested to be transferred to the village to become the captain of the village guard team.
Upon hearing the news, the veteran ordered his men to be gathered, while he took out the steel knife that had accompanied him on countless battles.
When you retire, the armor needs to be returned, but you can take the sword with you.
The old soldier, his face cold, walked out of the village alone and stood at the village entrance, watching the smoke and dust gradually approach in the distance.
Behind him, many people quickly arrived.
Have arrangements been made for the evacuation of the elderly, women, and children?
The veteran spoke up and asked these questions.
"We've already arranged for them to leave!"
Someone answered quickly.
The veteran nodded, holding his knife: "Many people might die this time. Are you afraid?"
"Don't be afraid!"
The crowd behind him answered in unison.
Are they scared? Of course they are, but it's to protect their own home!
The bandits were approaching. When they saw the group, they didn't slow down. Instead, they spurred their horses on, intending to charge and rout them.
The veteran squinted, as if he had returned to the battlefield three months ago, recalling the years of tempering in the Twilight Forest, and an extremely terrifying aura erupted from his body.
PS: Second update!
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