Night falls, and the winter earth becomes chilly.

A huge fire broke out in a dilapidated village, accompanied by strange laughter.

The firelight illuminated a dozen cavalrymen as they moved through the area, setting fire to every house they saw as they went.

It was obvious that there was no one left in this village, either they had fled or died, but even though it was an empty village, they were determined to burn everything that could be burned.

They set up tents outside the village, and the village with fireworks rising in the night seemed to be their bonfire.

The armor was taken off, the bags carrying the women on the horses were pulled down, the meat was roasted on the fire, and the women let out miserable screams.

Two people, one old and one young, were lying in the ditch next to the burning house, looking confused and hopeless.

Everyone in the village died except those who escaped. They hid in the cellar and were covered by the corpses of their family members, so they escaped. When they crawled out of the cellar, they saw this scene.

This is Kaide Prefecture, this is not the Jin people's territory. How could a mere dozen of them be so rampant?

They were so rampant that a dozen people dared to camp at a distance from Kade City in the middle of the night.

Looking at the burning village and listening to the screams of the women there, the old man burst into tears and covered the mouth of the child in his arms tightly, fearing that he would make a sound.

Where is Zhou Bing?

Where are Zhou Bing who came to rescue?

A hand suddenly stretched out from behind.

It appeared silently in the dark night like a ghost, and the old man was so scared that he lost his voice, and the hand had already covered his mouth.

The sound was completely blocked.

"Don't be afraid, woodcutter."

A low sound also rang in my ears.

What woodcutter? The old man's mind went blank, and he saw the man crouching beside him. In the light of the fire, he could see that it was a young man with a gray face and only a pair of eyes as bright as stars.

He held a crossbow in one hand and aimed it at the Jin army in the open space as he spoke.

What does he want to do?

Just as the thought flashed through the old man's mind, he heard a buzzing sound and a heavy arrow left the bowstring. Along with the sound, he saw a Jin soldier who was hugging a woman and doing evil let out a scream, then fell forward and lay on the ground, twitching twice and then unable to move.

The originally cheerful camp suddenly turned into chaos. A dozen Jin soldiers jumped over, grabbed the weapons beside them, and looked around while shouting and cursing.

The old man was trembling all over.

Too bold, too bold.

This sneak attack can only kill one person, and then it will alarm these ferocious Jin soldiers.

The old man looked at the young man beside him. He could come and go freely and escape immediately after a successful attack, but he and his grandson could not run away.

It doesn't matter if I can't run. At least I saw a Jin soldier being killed with my own eyes, which is enough consolation.

He is old and useless, unable to kill the enemy, and there is no point in being alive. But this young man must stay alive so that he can kill the enemy and take revenge.

"You go quickly, I will lead them away..." the old man said in a grumbling voice.

The young man didn't know whether he understood or not, and loosened his hand. However, he did not turn around and run away as the old man expected. Instead, he jumped towards the group of Jin soldiers.

He is crazy!

The old man couldn't even shout, he just hugged his grandson tightly in his arms, crying with fear and sadness.

This young man probably lost his family and relatives, and he fought to the death for revenge and didn't want to live anymore.

The young man had already collided with the Jin soldiers who had spotted him.

In the light of the surrounding fire, the crossbow in his hand had been replaced by a broadsword.

The young man moved extremely quickly. When he rushed in front of the Jin soldiers, one of them had not even swung the long-handled sword in his hand.

With a dull thud, the knife in the young man's hand had already pierced his heart. The Jin soldier roared, and was thrown to the side, hitting another Jin soldier.

Both of them fell down screaming.

The young man did not chase after the soldier or give him another blow. Instead, he turned around, with the knife in his hand still stained with the blood of the Jin soldier. He accurately cut the neck of the ferocious Jin soldier who was raised from behind and chopped towards him.

The Jin soldier spun and fell backwards without making a sound.

In the blink of an eye, he killed two Jin soldiers in one smooth move, so fast that the old man hiding nearby could hardly see it.

What an amazing young man!

The old man's scalp went numb and he almost suffocated.

Such a powerful young man must not die.

But is this possible?

There were twelve Jin soldiers, but he was alone.

As he was thinking, the young man had already become entangled with the rest of the Jin soldiers.

The Jin soldiers were also blood-thirsty and shouted and cursed in absurd language.

The firelight flickered and the night was dark. The old man felt his ears buzzing and his eyes were dazzled. He only saw the Jin soldiers falling one after another.

Chop the head, stab the chest, cut the throat, one person with one knife, kill with one knife, every knife hits the target, one person is worth ten people.

The old man was stunned, the women who were abducted nearby were stunned, and finally even the surviving Jin soldiers were stunned.

Fear appeared on the faces of the two Jin soldiers, who had always been arrogant and ferocious.

This fear made one of them lose his pace, and the knife in the young man's hand slashed his shoulder diagonally, almost cutting his heart.

Compared to the others who died instantly from a single fatal blow, the screams of this Jin soldier were louder and longer-lasting.

The others rolled on the ground, their screams were deafening, and also shattered the mind of the last Jin soldier.

"A sneak attack." He shouted Chinese with a strange accent, turned around and ran towards the horse.

But it was still a step too late. As soon as he turned around, the knife in the young man's hand flew over and pierced his back. He screamed and fell to the ground, twitching.

The young man then stepped forward, stepped on the Jin soldier's back, and pulled out his knife violently, causing blood to splatter all over his body.

"How new! Instead of a sneak attack, I'll show you my sect first and then show you some tricks." He sneered.

The fires in the village were still crackling, with occasional sounds of collapsing walls, but other than that everything was quiet.

The peace was short-lived, and after a moment the women who survived the tragedy burst into tears.

"Benefactor, benefactor." They cried and kowtowed to the young man.

The old man who was hiding nearby also stumbled over with the child in his arms.

But the young man seemed to have no time to pay attention to them. He just searched through the dead Jin soldiers, and seemed to have not found anything satisfactory, and he kept cursing.

"It's really poor."

The old man who was approaching with the child in his arms heard him say this.

Poor as hell? What is he looking for? Gold, silver, and jewelry?

Do we need to care about this when killing Jin soldiers?

"Benefactor." The old man said with a trembling voice, then he knelt down and kowtowed while holding his grandson.

The young man got up and walked away.

"You guys should leave now," he said. "I don't have the time or the ability to escort you to safety."

Without waiting for the old man and the woman to say anything, the man rushed into the night and disappeared in the blink of an eye as he had come.

If it weren't for the Jin soldiers lying on the ground, everyone would suspect that this was a dream.

"Who is he?" a woman asked in tears.

They are soldiers, but I have never seen a soldier acting alone and daring to fight against twelve people.

If the officers and soldiers were so powerful, how could their Kaide Prefecture have ended up in the situation it is in today?

The old man was vaguely thinking about the words that the young man said in his ear when he first appeared.

"He said he was a woodcutter," he murmured.

It's amazing that the woodcutter in the countryside is so skilled.