It wasn't just the rough man, but also the over a thousand mountain bandits beside him who were shocked and lost their color. They never thought that what was originally an ordinary plundering action would turn into a feast of the King of Hell.

  The mighty name of the Black Flag Army is known throughout the land, and these people are just around Wulong City making a living, so it's naturally well-known.

  Since even the impregnable Lin'an City was easily taken by the Black Flag Army, how could these mobs be a match for this group of elite warriors?

  That's what people call fame, and trees cast shadows.

  The three words "Hei Qi Jun" seem like a curse, making people's hearts suddenly filled with fear.

  Most people's feet unconsciously shifted backward, although they had an absolute advantage in numbers. However, the outcome was already decided before the fight even began.

  That man's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and suddenly his eyes lit up. He shouted loudly: "Xu Haifeng, don't pretend to be mighty! You have at most 200 people, where did you get 400 from? My brothers, we have over a thousand people. With five against one, can't we beat them? Whoever kills this guy will be rewarded with 1,000 taels of silver."

  Upon hearing his words, the hearts of the mountain bandits stirred once more.

  Great rewards will attract brave men.

  A thousand taels of gold is a staggering amount, and these thousands of people have never seen or even heard of it. Moreover, although the Black Flag Army has a great reputation, it's just hearsay, and if our side has five times as many men, we still have a chance of winning.

  "Kill..." One of the mountain bandits could no longer resist the temptation of such a huge fortune, and suddenly shouted angrily, drawing his knife and charging down.

  His actions were like igniting a fuse that set off a chain reaction.

  The rest of the mountain bandits, with their minds filled with greed, became bolder in numbers and rushed down together.

  Xu Haifeng coldly laughed and said: "You ungrateful thing, I'll... kill you."

  As soon as he spoke, the two hundred black flag soldiers who had been standing still like statues suddenly sprang into action. They uniformly took out an object from under their arms, which was precisely the Zhuge divine crossbow carefully crafted by Jiang Gongming.

  At the same time, the curtains on those twenty large vehicles were torn apart, and countless fully armed soldiers jumped out of the vehicles. It turned out that these twenty or so large vehicles were not loaded with goods, but were armored troops who had killed Beidu's troops to the last man on the vast grassland.

  The man's face changed greatly, and he finally realized that he had fallen into a trap. However, it was now too late to retreat, so he drew out the steel knife on his back, still hesitating about whether to charge forward and engage in battle.

  Four hundred Black Flag soldiers raised their Zhuge crossbows at the swarms of mountain bandits charging down like madmen. They stood still, as motionless as mountains.

  "A loud shout of 'Halt!' came from behind, and it was Jiang Gongming giving orders on the horse carriage."

  "Whoosh... whoosh... whoosh..." Countless crossbow arrows flew towards the mountain bandits like a meteor shower.

  Each of the Zhuge crossbows can fire seven arrows in a row, and 400 people are 2,800 arrows. This arrow rain was shot out in an instant, at least ten times faster than the speed of the bow and arrow.

  The mountain bandits who were rushing down suffered heavy casualties in the unguarded situation. Nearly half of the bandits were shot by arrows and fell to the ground.

  They are not seasoned veterans after all, and they rely on their numbers to intimidate others. But when they encounter a truly powerful enemy, all their courage disappears in an instant.

  The mountain bandits, who were just worried about running too slowly, are now rejoicing. They see their companions being ruthlessly pierced by arrows, falling to the ground and crying out in pain, while the number of people on the other side has inexplicably doubled, with both sides almost evenly matched.

  They shouted and turned to flee. Money is good, but one must keep his life to enjoy it freely; if he loses his life, then even a lot of money is useless.

  As for their actions, Jiang Kung-ming had long been aware of them and knew that in such a terrain, it was impossible to capture them all at once. Fortunately, his goal was not to annihilate the enemy completely, but only to order an all-out pursuit, and whatever he could catch would be enough.

  The bandit leader was stunned, unable to believe that in the blink of an eye, his men had fallen in large numbers, and the rest were like dogs who had lost their master, no longer having the courage to advance.

  "Someone beside him hastily called out: 'Second Leader, let's hurry and leave.'"

  He stamped his foot heavily and shouted angrily: "Good boy, let's see who will win in the end." After that, he waved his hand and led a group of loyal followers to flee hastily.

  For those small fish and shrimp, Xu Haifeng would naturally not put them in his heart. But if he let this big fish escape, wouldn't all the efforts of the past few days be in vain?

  The leader of the thieves had just run a few meters when he suddenly saw a flash in front of him, and there was an extra person. He looked closely and found that it was Xu Haifeng standing calmly at the intersection.

  He suffered a crushing defeat today, and had been nursing a bellyful of anger. Now that the culprit was right in front of him, he felt a surge of rage and let out a loud roar, swinging his sword to strike.

  His movements were as harmless as a three-year-old child in Xu Haifeng's eyes. With a slight lift of his right hand, the man's large knife suddenly slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground.

  Xu Haifeng's Tai Chi push hands is circular and effortless, almost reaching a state of perfection.

  In Wòlóng City, he fought a fierce battle with Aubern, although in the end he still didn't manage to defeat him. However, unexpectedly, he merged Lizhi's Tai Gang and Xiayajun's Tai Rou into one entity, allowing him to gain even more insight into the yin-yang transformations of the Taiji Divine Art.

  At this time, the cow knife is small and tries, and it is effective. From now on, there will be no more smoke and fire, and it will gradually approach the realm of great accomplishment.

  "Got it." Xuhai Feng nonchalantly instructed, turned around and left.

  Those guards were about to go and support the leader when suddenly three figures rushed in, punching and kicking, and in an instant they had knocked them all down.

  These three men were Andrew Brothers, ordered by General Chiang to protect Xu Haifeng personally.

  Jiang Kung-ming reluctantly came forward to greet him, and as for Xu Haifeng's bad habit of liking to take matters into his own hands, he had tried to persuade him many times, but it was all in vain.

  Upon seeing Jiang Gongming's worried and bitter expression, Xu Haifeng couldn't help but feel amused. Without waiting for him to speak, he took the initiative to say: "Military Advisor, the leader has already been brought here, how to deal with him is your business, I'll go take a rest first."

  After finishing speaking, he walked into the carriage, closed the door and let the outside cries of killing grow more and more intense, as if he didn't hear them at all.

  "Alas..." Jiang Kongming sighed, turned his head around and changed his expression. He looked at the bandit leader who had been sealed with a acupuncture point and asked coldly: "What's your name?"

  That leader still had a bit of backbone, knowing that this time he couldn't escape, and snarled in anger, saying with a ferocious smile: "I've already taken the lives of several hundred Han dogs on my hands, so dying today isn't unjust. What tricks do you have up your sleeve? Let's see if I'll even frown."

  Jiang Kongming seemed to have not heard his insults, only nodded and said: "So you're Li Hongzhi, the second-in-command of the most powerful gang in the Taihang Mountains."

  Li Hongzhi's face suddenly changed, and his gaze at Jiang Kongming was filled with a hint of fear. He asked: "How...how did you know?"

  Hehe, with a smile, Jiang Gongming asked: "Who is your master? What's his background? How many people are in the mountain stronghold?"

  Li Hongzhi immediately shut his mouth, staring at Jiang Kongming with both eyes, without saying a word.

  For most people, if they are asked by others, even if they don't want to tell others, the answer to this question will still involuntarily emerge in their minds.

  At this moment, although Li Hongzhi was silent, his mind naturally and quickly recited the names and origins of the great masters.

  Jiang Kongming sensed it and furrowed his brow: "Li Mingtang? Hmm, he's still a top-notch master, originally a general from the country of Tufan. There are over 5,000 people in the mountain stronghold, this number is a bit beyond my expectations, but never mind, it's just right for the young masters to practice their martial skills, the more the better."

  Looking at Jiang Kongming's smiling face, Li Hongzhi only felt cold sweat seeping through his clothes. The person in front of him was not a demon, how did he know everything he thought in his heart?

  "You... you're a monster!" Li Hongzhi shouted with all his might.

  "Monster?" Jiang Kongming was slightly stunned at first, then burst out laughing and said disdainfully: "What's wrong with being a monster? It's better to be a monster that eats people than to be a person eaten by monsters."

  He waved his hand and said, "Bring over all the living captives, select the sturdy ones, and get me drunk."

  "Yes..." Andrew replied, and immediately led the soldiers to carry out their orders one by one.

  Among the thousands of people, only one-tenth managed to escape, while only two-tenths were captured. The remaining 700 or so people either died under a hail of arrows or were chased down and killed by the Black Flag soldiers during their escape.

  Among the more than two hundred people captured, Andrew only picked out more than eighty robust and sturdy men.

  Generals usually select soldiers, with bravery being the top priority and physical quality coming second. However, Blood Wine Warriors are completely opposite; anyone who consumes the Blood Wine will become fearless and ignorant.

  So bravery and wisdom are of no use, the only standard is that one's innate physical quality must be good.

  When more than 80 people were dragged away by the Black Flag Army like wolves and tigers, a burst of crying and shouting filled the air, but just a moment later, everything returned to calm.

  The remaining mountain bandits were all trembling with fear, thinking that the Black Flag Army was brutal by nature and would slaughter their own companions.

  "What should they do?" Xu Haifeng asked unknowingly from the car and stood beside Jiang Kongming.

  "What does your lordship think?" asked Jiang Gongming with a smile.

  Xu Haifeng looked at them for a while and said, "The officials forced the people to rebel, and they had no choice but to rebel. However, many of their relatives died miserably under the Han army, and this blood feud is likely to be irreconcilable."

  "Unless it's after this generation of people has grown old and died, or..."

  Xu Haifeng's gaze was fixed on him, and he only heard his slow words: "If Master can invite the great lady to come out and comfort, there may still be a possibility."

  Xu Haifeng fell into deep thought for a moment, let out a long sigh, and turned to leave.

  Looking at Xu Haifeng's back, Jiang Kongming's eyes changed unpredictably, and it was unclear what he was considering.

  After a long time, he waved the feather fan in his hand, and the four hundred Black Flag soldiers guarding beside him raised their deadly weapons - Zhuge's divine crossbow.