"These thieves are hiding so well."

Jin Shiba looked at the undulating mountains in front of him.

This Zhangqing Mountain is located among these mountain ranges. It is remote and unknown. Because of its remoteness and the lack of fertile farmland, the area is sparsely populated.

"If it wasn't for Big Teeth saying it, no one would know that there are thieves here." Lei Zhonglian said.

"Until now, all the information we have inquired about has not said that it is a mountain bandit." Jin Shiba said, "They say there is a mountain village here, and some mountain people live here."

Lei Zhonglian thought about the news he had heard. These mountain people herded cattle, farmed and hunted, and regularly went to the city to buy rice and grain.

"These mountain people have lived here for more than ten years, and it has always been like this." He went on to say, "It's okay for a mountain thief to pretend to be a mountain person for a day, ten days, or even a year, but it's really ridiculous to pretend to be a mountain person for more than ten years."

Golden Eighteen Shakes Head.

"No, it's not funny, it's terrible," he said.

Lei Zhonglian looked at him.

"Is there anyone you are afraid of?" he said.

Jin Shiba also looked at him.

"Don't worry about me. If something happens to Miss Jun, I will only lose my life." He said, "but you will be in trouble."

He said, urging his horse forward to catch up with the densely packed soldiers in front.

Lei Zhonglian immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Yes, if something happened to Miss Jun, no one would want to kill him, but he would once again be trapped in self-blame and guilt for the rest of his life, and this time no one could rescue him.

Lei Zhonglian held the spear tightly with his left hand.

"Let's go," he said.

The escorts and Fang family guards behind him followed closely.

…

Yang Jing looked at the green smoke rising in front of him.

"Six beacon smokes have been lit," he said. "They are well-dressed. They are the Yongning Army. Including the secret sentries ahead, there are thirty-five of us in total."

These words caused several people in the forest to be silent for a while.

Thirty-five people versus six or seven hundred people.

"It's not like we haven't done this before." A man snorted and patted his chest. "Why are you afraid of him?"

Yang Jing looked at him, and the man smiled when he saw him looking at him, and the wrinkles on his face became more obvious.

After more than ten years, my hair has turned white.

It's not the same as it used to be.

Among the thirty-five of them there were children and women. Even though they trained every day and had weapons and secret formations to help them, it was no problem for them to deal with some mountain bandits and horse bandits, but when it came to fighting with the officers and soldiers...

"We are also soldiers." another man suddenly shouted.

These words caused silence in the forest again.

"We are not soldiers. Otherwise, why has no one paid any attention to us for so long here?" Another man said suddenly, his face flushed.

His voice was hoarse and seemed to be crying.

"Why did he say he was going to ask for justice and status for us, but never came back?" he said, gritting his teeth and his voice trembling, "He, he lied to us!"

As soon as he said this, someone rushed over and punched him.

"What nonsense are you talking about! Say it again!" the man shouted with red eyes and grabbed his collar.

The man who was grabbed looked at him with red eyes, moved his lips, but said nothing.

"What did he lie to us about? Did he lie to us about how we could fight our way out of a mighty army? Did he lie to us about how our wives, children and parents were well protected? Did he lie to us about how we were welcomed and sent off by the people? Did he lie to us about how he had learned a skill that would allow him to fight invincibly?" the man continued shouting in a hoarse voice.

As the grown man shouted, tears began to fill his voice.

The man who was grabbed also had tears in his eyes.

"But he doesn't want us anymore, he doesn't want us anymore," he shouted.

Xia Yong, who had been looking into the distance in silence, turned around.

"That's enough. Stop making a fuss," he said, and then paused for a moment. "He will come back."

"Yes, he will come back. Don't let him come back and see us in such a state and laugh at us again." Yang Jing said, "Whether there are three hundred or one thousand of them, they are already here. The only way to survive is to fight. Are we going to wait for death?"

"If you dare, you will live. If you don't dare, you will die." A man shouted and raised the crossbow in his hand.

Immediately more people raised their bows and crossbows.

"Dare to live, dare not to die!"

"Dare to live, dare not to die!"

A chorus of shouts echoed.

Xia Yong waved at them.

"Old rules, archers in front," he said.

The men straightened their bodies and answered in unison, then dispersed in all directions and disappeared into the mountain cliffs.

Xia Yong turned and looked at Yang Jing.

"You protect sister-in-law and Niu Niu as they go," he said.

Yang Jing looked at him and moved his lips.

"Okay." He finally said, and turned and left without saying anything else.

"Old Yang." Xia Yong called him again, "I am the one who caused the trouble this time. Little Leopard is gone. If I were gone, you must protect your sister-in-law and Niuniu. Big brother will definitely come back."

Yang Jing didn't look back, but stood up straight, waved his hand at Xia Yong's back, and strode away.

Xia Yong glanced in the direction of the mountain village, picked up his crossbow and strode into the woods.

…

"stop."

General Peng reined in his horse, raised his hand, and looked ahead vigilantly.

The soldiers behind him stopped immediately.

"Sir, what's wrong?" a deputy general asked, "We haven't reached the vicinity of Zhangqing Mountain yet."

General Peng looked at the quiet mountain road ahead.

"I always feel like something is wrong," he said, and then he laughed.

Damn, why are they acting like we're on a battlefield? They're just a bunch of thieves...

"Although it hasn't arrived yet, these bandits are very good at setting traps," he said, raising his hand.

Everyone answered yes and continued on their way.

"Look, he's scared." Jin Shiba said to Lei Zhonglian.

Lei Zhonglian didn't want to agree with him. Compared to Jin Shiba, he trusted General Peng more.

"If you are not afraid, go to the front," he said. "You are not a hero if you hide at the back."

Jin Shiba chuckled.

"Your master, you go to the front." He said, and then laughed, "I am not a good man."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a horse neighing in front of him.

Jin Shiba and Lei Zhonglian were startled and saw the soldiers in the front falling down with thuds.

This was because the horses under them seemed to have stepped into a quagmire, and ropes appeared from nowhere on the originally flat mountain road.

"Tied horse rope!" The shouts continued to ring.

No, this is not the common horse-hiding rope. These ropes are not fixed on the road, but they whirl around like snakes, so that the horses in front are tripped and continue to turn to the back, and more horses fall to the ground like broken beads.

Damn it, General Peng cursed in his heart, his eyes widened.

There are horse ropes below, and there must be archers all around.

"Shields up!" he shouted.

Along with his voice, a buzzing sound broke through the air.

The soldiers who raised their shields dodged, but those who didn't have time to do so were shot and cried out in pain.

The originally quiet mountain road suddenly became noisy and bustling.

"Shit." General Peng cursed again, looking at the arrow that fell at his feet, "It turned out to be a heavy arrow with an iron arrowhead! Did this bandit rob the armory?"

Standing on the rocks, Xia Yong breathed a sigh of relief as he watched the soldiers fall into chaos due to the horse-binding ropes and the crossbow attacks, but there was no chaos. Instead, they quickly lined up in battle formations with their shields and crossbows raised.

Officers and soldiers are officers and soldiers.

It would be even more pleasing to the eye if it wasn't a battle.

"Why not tell them that we are also soldiers?" someone said in a hoarse voice.

"We told them, but what happened?" Xia Yong said, "They didn't believe it, and they killed the little leopard."

After hearing the three words "little leopard", the people behind him fell silent.

"No one believes what we say," Xia Yong said, "and no one speaks for us."

He opened the heavy bow in his hand and pressed the arrow with the ring on his thumb.

That's it.

He looked at the soldiers on the mountain road who were also raising their bows and crossbows.

At this moment, a sharp shout came from somewhere.

"Stop it!"

It was a woman's shrill voice, coming not from the front or the back, but from above.

Xia Yong looked up subconsciously, and the others had already looked over.

There was a buzzing sound, and someone swooped down from the trees in the forest like a bird.

"Captain." A man pointed and shouted in surprise, "Someone has opened the Tianluo!"

Who? Who didn't allow the opening of Tianluo?

Xia Yong looked in surprise at the person who passed over his head.

This is a girl, her hands clinging to something, hanging on a rope, sliding down rapidly, her dress fluttering, as if a fairy has descended to earth.

she!

How did she find Tianluo?

No, how did she get out?

Xia Yong's expression changed from surprise to shock.

The soldiers who were on guard on the mountain road were also stunned, looking at the woman falling from the sky in disbelief.

What is this?

Gods? Monsters?

"My dear parents," General Peng murmured, "strange things happen every year, but this year there are especially many."