What a chaotic world it is! Bandits and robbers are everywhere.

Prefect Zhou had a clever idea.

"What bandits? Where did you get the report?" he asked hurriedly.

General Peng looked a little strange.

"I don't know what bandits are." He said, "It was a bandit who was lucky enough to survive after falling off a cliff who said that a very vicious bandit robbed and killed them."

The bandit said he was robbed and killed by other bandits.

Prefect Zhou was stunned.

It's not that there aren't any. There are many cases of black robbing black.

"What kind of bandits are they?" He looked outside the city gate nervously, but Miss Jun and her group were no longer visible.

General Peng shook his head.

"The bandit was so badly injured that he died just after saying this." He said, patting his head, "But Miss Jun shouldn't be so unlucky to run into one."

When he saw Magistrate Zhou glaring at him, he shrugged again.

"Maybe there is no such bandit at all. The dying guy was frightened and talked nonsense." He said hurriedly.

At the city gate, Prefect Zhou and General Peng watched Miss Jun go away, while on the roadside outside the city gate, several Jinyi Guards were also watching Miss Jun.

"It's been a while since I last saw Lord Jin." A Jinyiwei said, frowning slightly, "Could it be that he has already gone back?"

"Should we ask Miss Jun?" another one said.

The leader shook his head.

"Lord Jin only asked us to help once and did not give us any other instructions. He also forbade us to interfere in Miss Jun's affairs," he said.

He changed his mind by saying this.

"It is better to obey Lord Lu's orders first and find the whereabouts of the Prince of Chengguo."

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There was no one on the road at noon, and the dotted villages not far away were also deserted, looking particularly desolate in the dead of winter.

A man slowly emerged from a ditch beside the road, and looked around carefully. Before he could look twice, he was slapped on the head.

"Look at you!"

A hoarse voice shouted.

"What's there to be afraid of? We are thieves, not ghosts."

Actually, thieves cannot stand in the light.

The man who was beaten shrank his head but did not dare to say anything. He stepped aside and looked at the burly man standing behind him.

This man was in his thirties, with a scar on his face that made him look even more ferocious, and he held two axes at his waist.

As he jumped onto the road, twenty or thirty people behind him also jumped out of the ditch, each of them looking ferocious and evil.

"Everyone says that Qingyuan Prefecture is still prosperous." The scarred man looked ahead, greed flashing in his eyes. "It really looks sparsely populated, but it doesn't feel desolate."

He said this and rubbed his hands.

"Brothers, we can have a good winter."

The men behind him were shouting and yelling.

The man who had led the way earlier still looked timid.

"Brother Dao, there is said to be a group of bandits in Qingyuan Prefecture who specialize in killing bandits." He whispered, "The other bandits were either killed or ran away."

Brother Dao sneered when he heard this.

"What kind of bandit is this who specializes in killing bandits?" he said. "It's just a bunch of thieves robbing each other."

As he spoke, he swung the double axes in his hands.

"I'm not afraid and I don't care if he's a bandit or a good citizen. If he meets me, he'll die."

The men behind him also raised their swords and axes and shouted.

"Let's go and find some fat sheep, and start eating." Brother Dao said, taking the lead.

The crowd followed busily and noisily.

The more we walked along the road, the happier we became. We even found a locked gate in a village with chickens in a pen inside.

This means that the owner of this house is just hiding away temporarily and will come back to check on him from time to time.

"Life in Qingyuan Prefecture is really good," the scarred man shouted, "I wouldn't feel this way if I were somewhere else."

With that, he chopped the wooden door open with an axe.

The men swarmed in and turned the yard upside down, but unfortunately they didn't find any money or rice.

I didn't get much from searching the village, and in the end I just hung a dozen chickens on my body.

"This is a good sign." The scarred man said, "Even an empty village can yield something. We will soon meet a fat sheep."

Everyone was excited and happy, except the man who was leading the way. He looked uneasy and was always looking around carefully.

"Aren't those powerful bandits you're talking about just legends?" a man whispered to him, "No one has ever seen them. Don't spoil the boss's fun. He has a bad temper. Be careful he might chop you up and cook you for food."

Because all the bandits who had seen that gang were dead.

The man who led the way moved his lips, looked at the scarred man in front of him, and his face turned pale when he thought about accidentally witnessing the scene of them eating human flesh. He swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth, forced a smile, raised the broken knife in his hand and started shouting.

As the group was bustling and noisy, they had just left the village when they heard the sound of horse hooves and a group of people and horses were coming towards them on the road.

Dao Ge and the others hurriedly stopped, and the other team also hurriedly reined in their horses, seeming to be frightened as well.

There were eleven people in the group, most of them were thin men in their thirties or forties. The bulges on their horses' backs seemed to be covered with something, and there was also a young woman among the group.

Dao Ge and his group's eyes suddenly lit up and they were filled with surprise.

"Fat sheep!" they shouted.

"Thief!" the other party shouted at the same time.

Their eyes seemed to light up and their expressions were filled with surprise.

Surprise? No way.

Dao Ge and the others were stunned for a moment, probably because they were frightened.

It must be scary.

"Brothers." Scar swung the knife in his hand.

Scar is different from other gangsters. He never says threatening words like "this road is open".

Bandits can just kill and rob. They are not actors or actresses, so why are they saying those nonsense?

"Do it."

Scar opened his mouth, but found that a voice had spoken before him.

Are they your brothers?

No, it's a female voice.

Why is it a female voice? Did I hear it wrongly?

As soon as he thought of it, he saw the man in front of him kick the horse's belly, and the horse immediately raised its hooves.

Want to run?

You wishful thinking, do you think there is no way we can do it? We are old horse thieves!

Scar sneered and subconsciously touched the reins at his waist, but the next moment he found that those people were not trying to run away, but rushing towards them, and at the same time, like a magic trick, he pulled out a long spear from the horse's back.

Oh my god!

Scar's eyes widened, and before he could think, the spear was already in front of him. Thanks to his years of experience and instinct, he raised his axe to block it.

With a clang, sparks flew when the shiny gun tip collided with the axe.

Scar felt his palm go numb and the axe almost fell to the ground. He staggered back, but managed to escape.

But others were not as lucky as him, and screams rang in their ears.

Scar felt his scalp tingling as these men rode towards them on horseback, wielding long spears in their hands, and speared his brothers to the ground like they were spearing fish.

In the blink of an eye, seven or eight of the twenty-four men were nailed to the ground, and the others were kicked down by the horses and rolled on the ground.

Screams continued.

What is going on?

"It's them!"

A man screamed from behind.

"That's them! They're the ones who killed the bandits!"

No way, are there really such people?

And how unlucky it was that they encountered me?

Scar's heart was in turmoil.

If you can't win, run away. This is Scar's secret to survival over the years.

"Fight them." He shouted and smashed the axe in his hand towards the men in front of him. It seemed that he was attacking, but he turned around and ran towards the village behind him.

As long as he ran into the village, he would have a chance of not being caught by these people.

But after he had run only three or four steps, a spear pierced him from behind.

Scar slowly fell to the ground and lay motionless.

Unfortunately, I only managed to grab a chicken.

The screams had gradually subsided, and the men on horseback quickly struck and killed a bandit.

The man leading the way looked at the sickle in front of him and forgot his fear for a moment. He glanced behind the man out of the corner of his eye.

On the road, a young woman was still sitting on a horse. Her face was soft and her expression was gentle, as if she was admiring the beautiful winter scenery.

But he remembered that the voice that said to start the fight was a female voice.

It was that gentle female voice that turned them into lambs to be slaughtered.

It turns out that the leader of this gang of bandits is a woman.

He saw it, he knew it, but he was dying.

With a "whoosh" sound, the sickle cut his neck.

Finally, the man fell to the ground, twitched for a few times, and then stopped moving.

Silence returned to the road.

"Let's call it a day." Miss Jun said, and the horse passed the dead bodies on the ground and moved forward on the bloodstains.

The men stuffed their spears and sickles back under their horses' backs for protection and urged their horses to keep up.