The next day at noon, the sun shone directly on the Pengyang County government office, and a tense atmosphere filled the air.
Qian Zihao stood inside the county government office, in front of him lay a challenge letter sent by Wang Dejun, the handwriting messy but full of provocation.
After reading the challenge, Qian Zihao's face turned ashen. He never expected that a bandit leader would dare to provoke his 5,000-strong army.
"This Wang Dejun is utterly arrogant! He actually dares to provoke my five thousand troops!"
Qian Zihao roared, his voice as deafening as thunder, echoing in every corner of the county government office.
The surrounding officers and soldiers looked at each other in disbelief, and couldn't help but be shocked by the bandit leader's audacity.
"Assemble the army immediately!"
Qian Zihao's voice was like a blade, carrying an undeniable anger.
"Add the five hundred soldiers from Pengyang County, and we'll head to Dongliushan to capture Wang Dejun alive, and show him what it means to 'throw an egg against a rock'!"
"yes!"
The vanguard under his command responded, though he was apprehensive, he dared not hesitate for a moment and immediately began to assemble the army.
Qian Zihao, dressed in armor, exuded an imposing air, holding a sword in his hand, the hilt gleaming coldly in the sunlight.
Anger surged within him. Wang Dejun was nothing but a bandit. What right did he have to oppose him?
"I'd like to see what he's got that makes him so insolent before me. The entire army, march out!"
With Qian Zihao's order, the entire army, like an angry dragon, swiftly marched towards Dongliu Mountain.
At the foot of the mountain, lush green trees intertwine to provide shade, and the mountain path is steep as if cut by a knife, as if silently warning the invaders.
However, Qian Zihao was fearless, his blood was boiling, and he exuded an invincible aura.
We encountered no resistance along the way, until we reached the foot of Dongliu Mountain. Looking up from below, the mountains were high and the forests were dense, and the mountain road was extremely steep. The wonders of nature were awe-inspiring.
But having come this far, Qian Zihao had no reason to back down.
He loudly ordered, "The army will be divided into three parts: the first will be the main force, the second will be the support force, and the third will be the rearguard."
With the order given, the army quickly split into three routes: the main attack, the support, and the rearguard. Each had a clear division of labor, and their movements were as smooth as flowing water.
The two thousand people in charge of the main attack embarked on the rugged mountain road, while Qian Zihao was in the first echelon, climbing upwards with firm steps.
The mountain path was steep and the stones were slippery, requiring full concentration for almost every step. However, Qian Zihao didn't care at all and didn't take Dongliu Mountain seriously.
"Why have the bandits of Black Dragon Village disappeared?" a soldier couldn't help but ask in a low voice, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.
"These bandits in the mountains must have heard of our army's reputation and are already trembling with fear, hiding in the shadows!"
Qian Zihao stood tall and proud, a smug look on his face.
As time went by, the group gradually climbed to the halfway point of the mountain, but still did not see a single bandit.
At this moment, a tense atmosphere filled the air, and a sense of unease began to rise in the hearts of the soldiers. They looked at each other with solemn expressions.
"Soldiers, do not have any doubts! Black Dragon Village is right in front of us. If we capture Wang Dejun alive, I will give you all wine money!"
Qian Zihao shouted loudly, instantly boosting the morale of the army. As the saying goes, money can make the devil turn the millstone, and there are quite a few people who would rather have money than their lives.
Just then, a rustling sound came from the forest, as if something was moving quickly.
The soldiers' hearts leaped into their throats; the tense atmosphere was like a sword hanging in the air, suffocating them.
"Everyone be careful!"
Qian Zihao looked around warily, his smile instantly freezing, replaced by seriousness and vigilance.
In the mountains and forests, the atmosphere was so tense that it could be cut with a knife. Before he could figure out what was going on, countless arrows suddenly shot out from the forest, pouring down like a torrential rain.
Qian Zihao quickly lay down and shouted, "Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"
His voice carried a hint of panic, but more so, anger.
The soldiers scrambled for cover, but the arrows were too dense, and Qian Zihao's troops suffered more than a dozen casualties.
The opponent's sneak attack came quickly and went quickly, like a ghost, making it impossible to predict.
Qian Zihao stood up angrily, his face filled with rage, and shouted, "Follow me and charge!"
The army charged up the mountain, but before long, countless arrows flew in again, killing and wounding more than a dozen soldiers.
Qian Zihao was burning with rage, his eyes practically spitting fire, but he still couldn't see the bandits.
He shouted curses, "You bunch of rats, come out and fight me head-on if you dare!"
Qian Zihao's voice echoed through the mountains and forests, but no one else responded to him.
Even after Qian Zihao led his vanguard to Dazhai and endured more than ten sneak attacks, resulting in the deaths and injuries of over a hundred soldiers, he still hadn't seen the bandits.
Qian Zihao stood in front of Dazhai, breathing rapidly, his eyes revealing a sense of resentment and anger.
In the woods, Chen Zhennan and Yan Shiyu quietly observed Qian Zihao's every move.
Chen Zhennan smiled slightly and said in a low voice, "That's about it, get ready."
Yan Shiyu nodded, a cold smile appearing on his face, and then whistled like a bird.
Chen Zhennan slowly raised the submachine gun beside him and calmly pointed the muzzle at the soldier next to Qian Zihao.
At this moment, a large number of government troops had gathered in front of the main gate, forming a dark mass. The atmosphere was as tense as a taut bowstring, and the surrounding air seemed to be compressed and thin, making it suffocating.
At that very moment, Chen Zhennan's voice rang out like thunder: "Fire!"
At his command, a barrage of gunfire erupted, bullets raining down like a storm.
The gunfire was deafening. The soldiers around Qian Zihao fell one after another like autumn leaves, their blood staining the ground red.
Those once arrogant government troops were now like frightened birds, scattering in terror and their faces filled with fear and despair.
A wave of panic washed over Qian Zihao. He wanted to order a counterattack, but found his voice drowned out by gunfire. His soldiers were terrified and scattered, with no will to fight back.
"how so?!"
Qian Zihao felt a sense of unease, cold sweat poured down his forehead, and his sword hung limply in his hand.
He wanted to boost morale, but found that he had lost the ability to give orders.
Countless soldiers around him were killed or wounded, all lying in pools of blood, but Qian Zihao remained unharmed amidst the dense hail of bullets until he was all alone.
Chen Zhennan put down his submachine gun and strolled leisurely with Yan Shiyu to Qian Zihao.
"I heard you're not convinced. I am Chen Zhennan. Are you convinced or not? I'll give you a chance. Want to fight one-on-one?"
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