A neat row of footsteps slowly stepped towards the manor a mile away, while the bandits in the villa were completely unaware, not even a single sentry was posted, and death was quietly approaching this group of inhuman beasts.

  ……

  "Never mind, never mind, I'll just go out and relieve myself, haha! You guys keep drinking." One of the bandits stood up, unbuttoning his pants as he headed out the door, drawing a burst of teasing laughter from his companions.

  As soon as the scoundrel stepped out, he was cut by the cold wind in his face, and a chill of icy pain made his brain, numb from alcohol, slightly clearer.

  "What kind of damn weather is this, it's so cold." The bandit cursed to himself and walked to the corner outside the temple gate, starting to relieve himself.

  Just as he finished relieving himself and was about to return to the ancestral hall to continue drinking and bragging, a strong sense of unease suddenly rose up in his heart, making him feel suffocated. He shook his head, trying to shake off the feeling, but it only grew thicker instead.

  "What's going on?" The scoundrel relied on his intuition, feeling that this feeling came from outside the village, and then, as if possessed by a ghost, he walked to the wall of the village and took a look. Suddenly, his pupils dilated, and his intoxication instantly dissipated...

  Within less than two hundred steps outside the village, a procession of over a thousand people holding long spears that had never been seen before slowly approached where he was, with banners fluttering all around and an atmosphere of sternness mixed in...

  "Oh no! Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" The bandits rushed to the temple in a panic, falling and scraping their arms along the way...

  "What? Enemy raid? Hahahaha..." After hearing that bandit's scream, several bandit leaders who were full of wine flavor hadn't reacted yet, thinking it was just a joke...

  "Everyone is outside now, at least a thousand people! Leader, quickly prepare for battle!"

  Look at that scoundrel with a worried face, those few leaders also sobered up more than half. "Brothers, get ready to fight! I want to see which blind fool dares to come to my territory and make trouble!"

  At the leader's order, the bandits in the temple snatched up their own weapons and rushed towards the wall of the village, cursing and shouting.

  ……

  One hundred paces, the Jinwei camp's various flags stood in formation. The archers of the vanguard, led by Han Feng, dismounted and ran to a position about ninety paces downwind, forming a line of one hundred men. They had already taken their bows from their backs and placed their quivers on the ground, waiting for the order from their commander to start shooting arrows from their hands.

  "Hiss... Which official army is this?" The bandits on the wall saw the several phalanxes in front of them, neat and solemn, and their whole body trembled with fear. The surrounding bandits also had faces full of terror.

  "Take aim!" Han Feng shouted loudly, and the auxiliary soldier on one side heavily struck the marching drum three times. The four rows of archers tensely strung their bows and nocked their arrows under the rhythmic beat of the drum, drawing back their bowstrings. Each row took the leftmost person's arrow trajectory as a reference point, and they carefully adjusted the angle at which their own arrows were aimed.

  The sand in Han Feng's fist slowly fell, and after calculating the wind direction, he gave a loud order: "Release!" Along with another drumbeat, 400 feathered arrows whizzed through the air, shooting towards the walls of Wangzhuang Village.

  Hmph...... Hmph...... Hmph......

  The bandits, who had not yet reacted, stared blankly as the arrows flew into their formation like a swarm of locusts, and suddenly a chorus of mournful cries rose from the walls.

  A skilled bandit saw the arrow flying towards his head, and was stunned for several seconds. By the time he came to his senses and wanted to dodge, several feathered arrows had already pierced his vital areas, including his head and chest. He didn't even have time to cry out before falling straight down.

  Another fleeing bandit turned around and was about to run, when four feathered arrows pierced his back, penetrating his five organs. He violently spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, feeling his body turn cold, and gradually lost his breath amidst cries and wails.

  Pfft...

  "Ah, no..." An arrow had just pierced the neck of a bandit, who fell to the ground with eyes wide in disbelief, suffocating into endless darkness...

  "My leg... my leg has been shot!" A bandit's thigh was hit by a sharp arrow, and he fell to the ground with a thud, clutching his injured leg and wailing in pain. Dozens of other bandits who had not been killed also lay on the ground, grabbing at their wounded bodies and howling in agony. In this freezing cold weather, without any medical care, even if they survived, they would all be crippled.

  This wave of feathered arrows caused more than thirty bandits to fall, and the wall of the village was filled with cries of grief and despair, a desolate sound that seemed to have no end. But unfortunately, Han Feng did not stop there...

  "Take aim! Adjust the angle! Release!" Every time Han Feng shouted, the marching drum of Wang Cheng's unit would strike heavily, accurately conveying Han Feng's orders to all the archers.

  Due to the significant effectiveness of the first round of shooting, the soldiers under the archer's flag also stepped over that hurdle in their minds and quickly completed each step according to the instructions. With a loud "Release!" drumbeat, this wave of feathered arrows surprisingly appeared in unison... In the instant when the bowstring was released from the hands, the sound of the bowstring being plucked and the feathers piercing the sky was unusually sharp, and everyone looked at the dense rain of arrows shooting down towards the bandits behind the village wall, feeling an unprecedented grandeur.

  Hmph...... Hmph...... Hmph Hmph Hmph Hmph......

  The sound of sharp blades entering flesh echoed throughout the manor walls, countless bandits wearing cloth armor or no armor at all were shot down by this wave of arrows and fell to the ground, the blood-curdling cries of pain once again resonated throughout the manor's interior and exterior, seemingly already on the verge of collapse. But before they could even react, a third wave of arrow rain came again...

  "No, I don't want to die! I haven't lived enough! In half a year, I'll be a sharp soldier... I can't die! Ah... no... ah... uh..." A bandit holding a round shield desperately raised the shield over his head, burying his head in it. Unfortunately, the diameter of this round shield was too small, and although it protected his face, his shoulders, chest, legs, and even waist were filled with feathered arrows, slowly dying in fear, with an expression of unwillingness on his face.

  "Not bad, these three waves of arrow rain conservatively estimate that over a hundred people have been injured! Aim again... uh..." Han Feng saw that his archers were performing well and was preparing for the fourth round of shooting when he suddenly felt a chill from behind him. He turned around and couldn't help but shiver. Yang Fan was staring at him with cold eyes, as if saying: That's enough, I haven't even started yet...

  Han Feng smiled apologetically at him, then ordered the archers to pick up their quivers and retreat in an orderly manner to the rear formation, where they merged with Yang Youhuai's unit.

  Yang Fan took a deep breath, shouting silently in his heart "Finally it's my turn!", and then said: "Brothers, it's our turn! Don't lose the face of Yang Flag! One hundred paces ahead! Wang Zhuang main gate! Step by step! March!"

  "Cheers! Cheers! Cheers!"

  "Waaaahhhh..."

  As the 350 officers and men under Yang Qi's command approached the Zhuang wall in neat steps, Wang Cheng's auxiliary troops also sounded the horn for attack. The bandits inside the Zhuang were even more frightened out of their wits and had already lost their combat effectiveness.

  "Head, run! Can't hold on!" A fleeing thief with a bloody face cried to the leader, that long spear formation's push had thoroughly shattered his courage...

  The leader's hair was disheveled, his hand grasping a copper knife as he crouched behind the wall of the manor. His whole body was trembling. Roughly estimating, the three waves of arrow fire just now had already caused at least one hundred and twenty or thirty people under him to be hit by arrows. Excluding those who were shot dead, the rest had also largely lost their combat effectiveness. More importantly, morale was currently low, and it was fundamentally impossible to continue defending the manor.

  "Wait a bit, now the archers have stopped, those spear holders haven't broken our defenses, tell the brothers to find some rolling stones and wooden clubs, we can hold on." The leader still held onto his lucky mentality, in fact, there were over 1,300 stone of grain and several hundred catties of meat inside the manor, really didn't want to give up, after all, good days had finally arrived, no one wanted to go back to eating vegetarian food.

  "Hold on! Leader, you must make a good decision! It will be too late if you don't!" The bandit wanted to persuade him again.

  "My mind is made up, go quickly!"

  "Alas!" The bandit let out a heavy sigh, trying to suppress his frightened heart, and began to search for the rolling stone and wooden mallet...

  "Bang!" Just as the bandit leader was about to leave, a loud crashing sound came from the door, and everyone was shocked. The bandit leader slowly looked down and his eyes widened in surprise. Yang Fan had somehow found a thick wooden log and was now fiercely smashing it against the large gate of the Zhuang's house...

  "Hurry! Get a few men to guard the village gate, whatever you do, don't let them in!" The leader of the bandits shouted at the top of his lungs.

  "Bang!" As dozens of bandits rushed to the entrance, the door bolt had already shown signs of breaking, scaring those bandits into standing still, unsure what to do.

  "Bang!" Another crash sounded, and the door bolt broke into two pieces. In the instant when the wooden club opened the gate of the manor, what was imprinted in the eyes of the bandits at the entrance was an unforgettable scene: hundreds of sinister long spears were pointing at themselves, with different expressions on the faces of the front row of elite soldiers, some tense and some calm, but a few exuding a bloodthirsty aura...

  "Halberds at the ready! Advance! Thrust!" The first row of more than twenty people, in columns of four, slowly entered the village under the command of the squad leader and the company commander...

  "Don't come over, no!" The scene in front of them scared the several dozen bandits so much that their legs went soft and they couldn't run, sitting on the ground and constantly moving backward, trying to avoid the spear's tip.

  Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!

  Four long spears ruthlessly pierced into the bodies of the fleeing bandits, and the row of soldiers twisted their gun handles with force. The injured bandits immediately gritted their teeth in agony, a bloody massacre began...

  Half an hour later...

  Inside Wangzhuang, the ground was littered with the bodies of bandits. One hundred and twenty captured bandits who had surrendered and fifty others shot by Han Feng's archers but not yet dead were all tied up together, waiting for Yang You to decide their fate.

  "Ugh......" Some new recruits who had just joined the battle were vomiting in the corner, and a few of them looked around at the blood-soaked ground and corpses after throwing up, and their stomachs churned again...

  "Heh heh, go ahead and vomit, it'll make you feel better." Some old soldiers looked at the new recruits vomiting non-stop and shook their heads, remembering that they were also like this when they first went to the battlefield.

  "The statistics are out." Wang Cheng brought a piece of paper to the front of Yang Youhuai and the others: "1,320 stones of grain, 100 jars of wine, 680 pieces of meat... The version of 'Yi Jie Feng Huo Lu' you're reading now is only half a chapter. To read the full version, please search on Baidu: () then search again for 'Yi Jie Feng Huo Lu'"