The Transmigrated Life of a Salty Fish Family

Chapter 903 The Little Rascal is Here!

The man in black threw in the grappling hook.

The iron hook sank slightly into the earthen wall.

Then came a volley of arrows used for cover.

The people on the earthen wall crouched down and hid behind the cart bed, which was already almost completely broken.

Yan Lao Er's spirits lifted, and he quickly found his iron hook, ran over, and used it to hook the black-clad man's iron hook.

Anyone who has an iron hook will follow suit.

They quickly tied the ropes attached to the iron hooks together, stood in a line, and held on tightly with both hands from front to back.

The man in black began to exert his strength.

Exert force...

Exert force...

The mud wall, which should have been easily demolished, remained as solid as a rock, only requiring some soil debris to be worn away.

Yan Lao Er was in a tug-of-war, no, he was holding onto the very end of the rope, his feet firmly planted, and he sat back, pressing his entire weight onto the rope that was tied together.

Silently counting to three, I felt the enemy unable to pull me down.

His eyes shone brightly.

He shouted, "Brothers, pull with all your might!"

"One, two, hey! One ...

The pulling rhythm quickened, and the rope swiftly cut across the earthen wall.

The men in black who had thrown the grappling hooks from outside the village were stunned.

Using grappling hooks to grab the wall, and with arrows as cover, the people on the wall dared not show their heads. Taking advantage of this opportunity, they pulled hard, and the earthen wall was torn down in an instant, without exception.

Why do people from Guanzhou act so unpredictably?

Sun Erdan was overjoyed when he saw the black-clad men who had thrown the hooks below being pulled closer. He shouted, "Fire arrows! Fire arrows! Shoot those bastards holding onto the ropes in front of us!"

In this round, the men in black were defeated.

Seven or eight corpses were left behind after the grappling hooks were thrown.

Originally, the enemy's numbers were twice that of our side, but now they have been reduced to about one and a half times their original numbers.

Sun Erdan silently counted the heads, his small eyes scanning the people below.

Suddenly, his gaze was drawn to a light in the distance.

His little eyes suddenly widened!
Thinking he had misread it, Sun Erdan rubbed his eyes.

You read that right, it's Xiao Er, that chubby little guy, riding a donkey. The donkey is running very fast, and Xiao Er is standing on the stirrups. That glimmer of light just now was the sunlight shining on him when he drew his horse-slaying sword.

The waiter went straight toward a man in black. The man in black sensed it, but the donkey was running too fast. By sheer coincidence, the direction he dodged seemed to collide with the donkey's path, making it look as if he was recklessly crashing into it.

brush!
A knife.

The person fell straight down.

The donkey's four hooves moved with the lightness of a dancer, easily turning and galloping off in another direction.

The two men in black were not far apart.

The donkey charged toward the one closest to it, but before its head arrived, the blade struck first.

The other man in black didn't run away; instead, he charged diagonally, raised his knife, and slashed, intending to cut the person off the donkey.

Before they could even get close.

The donkey's two front hooves kicked the black-clad man who had just been killed by Yan Yu and was slowly falling down. Using the momentum, it raised its hind hooves and delivered a flying kick to the chest of the black-clad man who was attacking with a knife.

puff!
A mouthful of blood spurted out.

The man in black's face contorted as he was kicked backward. Looking down, he saw that his chest was caved in by the kick, and he collapsed in disbelief.

"The target has accomplices!"

"Only one person!"

"It's a child!"

"A horse-slaying sword, a lover of riding donkeys, a chubby little guy... that's Yan Xiao'er!"

As Yan Yu fought the enemy, he shouted loudly:
"Dad, the waiter is here!"

Yan Lao Er felt a sudden urge to cry. Their battle was incredibly difficult. Despite their seemingly well-organized approach, the carts were beyond repair, and every arrow shot was one less available. The men he brought to the capital weren't among the strongest in the Yan family army. The fact that they had managed to achieve this level of fighting, with both sides exchanging blows and only suffering a few minor injuries, was already quite remarkable.

He was always easily moved to tears, and when he saw his daughter, a goddess descending from the heavens, single-handedly cutting down enemies like vegetables, his eyes welled up with tears, and his voice trembled slightly: "Daddy's here, Xiao Er, Daddy's here!"

The man in black, who was in charge, was caught in a dilemma.

To retreat or to fight?!
According to the intelligence they gathered, Yan Xiaoer of the Yan Family Army was a little killing god who seemed to be a rising star. In every battle, she killed countless people. The number of souls who died under her blade was countless. Moreover, she only needed one strike to kill, and no one could match her.

Yan Yu was much more decisive than the enemy.

The thought of anyone daring to kill her father flashed through her mind with only one word: death!

"Kitty, mark them one by one; Donkey, keep going!"

No one can escape.

The donkey charged toward the next man in black.

Yan Yu remained expressionless, slashing again and again. There was no way to dodge or escape; he was slower than a donkey and couldn't win a fight.

All the men in black retreated to one spot in unison.

"Wait for my command, then split up and run. As for who that little devil will chase, that's up to fate."

The group of men in black stared intently at the donkey that had suddenly stopped.

"Yan Family Army, listen to my command!" Yan Yu raised his left hand and made a gesture.

Upon seeing this, the people on the earthen wall all drew their arrows and nocked their bows. Even Yan Lao Er found a spot and rested his crossbow on his left arm.

"shoot!"

She pointed in the distance, and the arrow flew towards the spot she indicated.

Yan Yu quickly changed her hand gesture: Round two, ready.

Yan Jiajun, who hadn't shot arrows in the previous round, quickly took his place and started firing arrows rapidly.

The enemies are all clustered together, so let's fire two volleys quickly.

"shoot!"

Between the two "shoot" sounds, there was only a moment; the enemy had no time to react.

Three or four unlucky ones were hit.

The donkey suddenly reared up, kicking away an iron arrow that was flying towards Yan Yu and changing its direction.

puff!
Another unfortunate man in black was shot in the throat and died on the spot.

"Dad! Is this how you welcome me?" Yan Yu pouted and shouted in dissatisfaction.

Old Yan was at a loss, the iron crossbow in his hands shifting from right to left and then back to right.

"Little Er, Dad didn't mean it. I just wanted to look at you a little longer. When was this arrow shot? Oh, I'm not shooting anymore. Here you go, Sun Erdan."

Yan Lao Er's crossbow was fast at loading arrows, and in the first round he fired a divine arrow, one of which killed the man in black.

In his haste to catch up with the second round, and because he missed his daughter so much, he wanted to catch a glimpse of her. As he did so, his left arm, which he used to hold the crossbow, somehow turned in different directions.

Luckily there was a donkey, otherwise what would have happened if he had hit Da Bao with that arrow?

Sun Erdan took it, touched it a couple of times with interest, and then gave it back to him.

"There's no chance to fire arrows anymore. Everyone, follow me down and charge!"

Sun Erdan, carrying his knife, ran out of the village with the others, calling back as he went, "Brother Yan, next time, you must lend me your precious crossbow to play with."

"Yes! Yes!" Yan Lao Er quickly agreed.

Sun Erdan was satisfied. He grinned viciously at the scattered men in black and said, "You bastards, you dare to mess with us? We'll kill them!"

"Kill!"

"Kill these bastards!"

Yan's army emerged like a fierce tiger descending from the mountains.

He chased after the man in black, hacking and slashing with such madness that it seemed he wanted to vent all the pent-up frustration he had been holding back.

Yan Yu is the king of tigers, swift as the wind.

Under the executioner's blade, not a single one survived.

Waiter: You dare kill my father?! I'll kill you all!