Chapter 15

  Han Xuanzi fell to the ground and watched as the panicked soldiers fled from his side, he finally began to feel afraid.

  "Run for it, young master!" Huang San Yuan helped him up: "The situation is already lost, now's the time to escape."

  A deafening roar beside the ear, flying rocks and rubble everywhere, the dead lying nearby, fresh blood splashing into view, causing an adrenaline rush.

  "Yes, escape." Han Xuanzhi stood up: "Since ancient times, which famous general has not grown up from one defeat after another? This tribulation cannot bring me down. Huang Guan Jia, you will witness my path to becoming a famous general, this is your glory."

  Huang San Yuan blinked his eyes, staring at Han Xuan Zhi with a dumbfounded expression. The explosive flames illuminated his face, revealing a resolute countenance.

  "Go to hell!"

  Huang San kicked him with one foot, turned his head to escape outward, and said: "You're on your own, I'm going to run for my life."

  When an army's morale is broken, it's like a mountain collapsing. Once the will to fight is destroyed, everyone thinks only of their own life and death, not of the victory or defeat of the entire troop.

  On the canyon above, Cheng Dalai recklessly threw down all the boxes of explosives and finally fell to the ground panting.

  "Big win! We won!" Xu Shenji's excited shout.

  "Did we win?" Cheng Dairen still couldn't quite believe it. For five days, with less than four hours of rest each day, they had poured their hearts and souls into this moment, but now that it had finally arrived, everything seemed almost too incredible to be true.

  "Big boss, get up quickly." Xu Shenji shouted.

  "Haven't we already won?" Cheng Dairen said weakly: "Can you let me rest for a while?"

  "What else can we do... Robbing things..." Xu Shenji shouted loudly.

  Cheng Dali really can't understand Xu Shenji's thoughts after being used to living a poor life. Now, everything under the mountain is wealth. Big knives, long spears, armor on soldiers' bodies, dry rations... and horses. Qin Man almost drooled when he saw that Cheng Dali was willing to give him a horse.

  Cheng Dalai mounted his horse with a large axe in hand and shouted loudly: "Ling'er, beat the drum!"

  Xu Shenji harnessed the horse carriage, he drove the carriage, Lin Shaoyu was in charge of escorting, Xu Ling'er wore a red dress and beat the war drum loudly.

  The drumbeat was like a knock on Cheng Dairen's heart, boom boom boom, and the heroic spirit in his chest cavity suddenly rose. Even the axe in his hand felt much lighter. He let out a loud shout: "Charge!"

  A few people rushed down along the mountain slope, and the battle on the mountain slope between Qin and Man was about to be decided.

  Although he was outnumbered, the cavalry had been rushing for a day and night, and both men and horses were exhausted. The death of their leader was also a heavy blow to them. Qin Man was far superior to them in terms of fighting spirit and combat effectiveness. And Qin Man himself was an excellent bandit rarely seen in the mountains.

  "Charge! Grab!"

  With the accompaniment of drumbeats, Cheng Dalai charged down with his large axe, and upon seeing Qin Man fighting against a hundred men without falling behind, he secretly praised him in his heart: "What a hundred-man enemy!"

  This was the last straw that broke the camel's back. The will to fight of the cavalry was completely destroyed, and everyone fled in disarray.

  "Don't want to die, quickly dismount!" shouted Cheng Dalai, "Mountain bandit grandfather only robs horses, not people." He was eyeing these people's horses, if he could rob them all, it would be a small fortune.

  Xu Shen's eyes lit up, and he shouted in unison: "Dismount to avoid death, dismount to avoid death."

  These cavalrymen no longer had any psychological resistance, although their numbers far exceeded those of the Qin army. As soon as they saw the horses, the Qin soldiers did not need to take action, and everyone fell off their horses and fled in all directions.

  "General, Qin, secure the horses, Xiao Yu, come with me and help me retrieve the Sword of Bravery..."

  Everyone has their ideals. Lin Shaoyu wants to be a great hero, Han Xuanzi wants to be a famous general, and Cheng Darui also wants to wear white clothes and wield a sword, galloping through the rivers and lakes...

  ……

  Bandits are hiding in the mountains, everyone is nervous and uneasy. Heishi City has sent out a thousand troops, which is something that no mountain stronghold on Qingniu Mountain can withstand. As for the various families joining forces, it's not even worth thinking about.

  At this moment, a loud rumbling sound was heard, and the gang of thieves were frightened and looked at each other in dismay, not knowing what had happened.

  It wasn't long before the soldiers of Blackstone City fled out of the canyon like madmen. The bandits were even more bewildered, no one knew what was going on.

  "Big brother, how can you say that? Can a small fort like Toad Village really hold off an army of one thousand men?" asked Gao Fei.

  "I don't understand either." Gaofei Hu was no wiser than his younger brother.

  Gaofei leopard shook his head and sighed: "The world is indeed unpredictable."

  Bang!

  Gao Fei Hu slapped him on the head with a loud slap: "What's the point of being scared by a mountain bandit? Have you forgotten our profession? Let's rob him!"

  "Right, right, brothers, let's rush her!"

  The various mountain strongholds hidden in the mountains suddenly came to their senses. If they didn't rob and plunder, what was the point of being called mountain bandits? With weapons in hand, dry rations on their bodies, and armor on their backs... Was that all? What about the boots on their feet, the hair ties holding up their hair, and the clothes on their bodies? Do you know how poor mountain bandits were? It wasn't unheard of for a whole family to share just one pair of pants.

  Fei Hu Village, Apricot Flower Ridge, Dog Head Ridge, Bald Slope... Today everyone brought a small number of people, generally around twenty or thirty, but when forty or fifty strongholds gather together, the number becomes terrifying.

  The people of Heishi City were already defeated and fleeing in disarray, but now these mountain bandits are swarming over like flies smelling blood.

  Big knives, iron spears, wolf-tooth clubs, even hoes and sickles... anyway, all sorts of weapons were used as this group of people charged over like they were possessed.

  "Surrender your weapons!"

  "It's been many years since I last got new shoes, give me your boots..."

  "Get down and take off your pants!"

  The soldier wanted to cry but had no tears: "Big brother, I'm not good at this. You can have whatever you want from me, just spare my chastity."

  "Go to hell! Who wants to rob your chastity? I want your pants!"

  Han Xuanzi fled with his head in his hands, but what was even more frightening was that behind him, there was a mountain bandit wielding a large axe, pursuing him relentlessly.

  Not only chasing after him, but also shouting loudly: "My sword... My sword... My sword..."

  Han Xuanzhi wanted to cry but had no tears. I know you're cheap, can't you just stop shouting? There are so many people here, why do you only chase me?

  The sound of horseshoes echoed in front, one hundred high-headed big horses carried one hundred robust men, each with an expression as solemn as a stone statue.

  Only the leader was wearing a cloth robe, with a short sword hanging from his waist. Qi is indeed a mysterious thing, over a thousand people can be chased by Cheng Dairen alone, but when he saw this hundred people, Cheng Dairen immediately turned over and got off his horse, hiding in the bushes.

  "Put away your gun and switch to a knife." The man in linen clothes said coldly.

  Whoosh!

  A burst of swift and sharp knife sounds, one hundred iron knives grasped in hand, no mountain bandits dared to approach. Everyone had a feeling that with these one hundred knives, they could sweep away any group of mountain bandits on Qingniu Mountain.

  As soon as Han Xuan saw him, he was like a savior, and he rushed over without caring about anything, shouting loudly.

  "Teacher Xue save me, Teacher Xue save me, they bully me, all of them bully me."

  The iron knife was slightly raised and cut through a cold light in the air, passing over Han Xuan's neck.

  His body swayed, looking incredulously at the man in the cloak, but ultimately didn't say a word and fell to the ground with a thud.

  The road of a famous general has fallen here.