As a young marshal, it's reasonable for me to have 300,000 private troops, right?

The bandit leader's eyes flashed with malice as he pulled hard on the trigger, aiming the gun at Qi Fan's forehead.

At the critical moment, Xi Shun, whose arms were tied behind his back, burst out with all his strength and broke free from the bandits' restraints. He pounced forward like an iron tower and hugged Qi Fan tightly in his arms!

"Bang!"

The gunshots tore through the wind and snow, exceptionally piercing!

The bullet tore through the air and struck Xi Shun's left shoulder precisely. Hot, sticky blood spurted out instantly, splashing onto Qi Fan's cheeks and neck, carrying a rusty, metallic smell. It mingled with the cold snowflakes, creating a bone-chilling temperature difference.

"Good luck!"

Qi Fan froze, his heart stopped, and his horrified scream was swallowed by the wind and snow.

happy Shun let out a muffled groan as the wind and snow instantly soaked through the wound on his shoulder, causing blood to gush out and stain half of his cotton-padded coat red.

He clenched his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, his body trembling slightly from the pain, yet he still held onto Qi Fan tightly, refusing to loosen his grip even slightly.

Just then, a crisp mechanical voice exploded in Qi Fan's mind like a thunderclap:

[Ding! Affection system successfully activated!]

[Congratulations, host, on unlocking the newbie gift pack: 1 B-rank character card!]

Seeing this, the bandit leader's eyes hardened, and he raised his hand to fire a second shot! Qi Fan didn't have time to think; he quickly checked the card information:

[Rank B Character Card: Yan Shuangying]

Attack: Rank A

Defense: Grade B

Affection level: 80 (Friendly)

Core skill: "I bet your gun is out of bullets!"

Effect: In one-on-one combat, it can force the first bullet fired at the host by the enemy to be nullified (the host must actively declare and trigger this).

Usage duration: Single battle (24-hour cooldown)

"Use it now!" Qi Fan roared in his heart.

The blue card instantly transformed into countless tiny starlight particles, flowing into his body through his fingertips.

A strange sense of calm surged through my body, and just then, a black figure suddenly sped towards me like an arrow released from a bow in the distant snowstorm!

The warhorse beneath him pounded through the snow, the clatter of its hooves piercing the howling north wind and sending snowflakes flying.

The figure, dressed in a black trench coat that billowed in the wind, resembled a ghostly shadow. His warhorse was exceptionally swift, moving at full speed through the snow without slowing down, instantly attracting the attention of all the bandits.

"Who goes there?!" The bandit leader turned his head sharply, looking warily at the dark figure, and shouted.

The other bandits also tensed up, instinctively turning their guns to aim at the approaching dark figure, tightening their grip on their weapons, and going into a state of alert.

"Who are you? State your name!" a bandit shouted, his voice carrying a barely perceptible hint of panic.

In this desolate wilderness, amidst a blizzard, the sudden appearance of such an imposing figure was truly bizarre.

As the shadowy figure drew closer, the hard, cold features of the face became increasingly clear in the wind and snow.

He pulled on the reins, and the warhorse reared up, neighing as its front hooves kicked up a cloud of snow.

The man raised his hand and swiftly pulled two pistols from his waist. The muzzles were jet black and gleaming, pointed directly at the bandits, and his cold voice carried immense force in the wind and snow.

"My name is Yan Shuangying! And I am the King of Hell who will take your lives!"

Before the words were even finished, a gunshot rang out!

"Bang bang bang!"

The two pistols fired alternately, their muzzles spitting fire, and the bullets whistling out like meteors.

Before the bandits could react, three of their companions fell to the ground one after another. One was shot between the eyebrows, another had blood explode in his chest, and the third had his throat pierced. All of them died instantly!

"Thump! Thump!" Three corpses fell heavily onto the snow, their blood instantly staining the white snow beneath them, mingling with the falling snowflakes in a horrifying sight.

The remaining bandits turned pale with fright and scattered in panic, their previous arrogance vanishing instantly.

They never expected that this suddenly appearing man in black would have such accurate and ruthless marksmanship!

Yan Shuangying rode on his warhorse, his eyes as sharp as a hawk's, scanning the remaining bandits. His two pistols remained firmly aimed at their targets, his trench coat fluttering in the wind and snow, like a demon returning from hell, his aura intimidating.

Qi Fan, nestled in Xi Shun's arms, stared at the figure in black, his heart filled with shock and disbelief. Yan Shuangying! It really was Yan Shuangying!

Xi Shun endured the excruciating pain in his shoulder, his eyes filled with shock and hope. Such marksmanship and such imposing presence were no ordinary skill! Perhaps, they were saved today!

Yan Shuangying stood alone in the wind and snow, firing his two guns alternately. Although the gunshots were dense, each shot was precise and ruthless.

His steps were nimble, moving through the snow like a ghost, his trench coat sweeping across the snow and kicking up layers of snow mist.

The bandits were about to peek out to fight back when he locked onto their tracks. He either shot them between the eyebrows or pierced their throats, killing them almost instantly if they showed their faces!

"Don't show your face! Hide!"

Just as a bandit finished shouting and his head peeked out from under a tree trunk, a bullet pierced his temple, and his body fell straight onto the snow, his blood instantly staining the white snow red.

The remaining bandits were utterly terrified and cowered behind tree trunks and rocks, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Yan Shuangying's marksmanship was too unpredictable, as if he could see through cover and predict their position. If they dared to show even a sliver of clothing, the next second would be a deadly bullet.

The bandits were forced into retreat, their arrogance completely crushed, leaving them only with fear and despair.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Xi Shun gritted his teeth, dragged his pierced left shoulder, and ignored the excruciating pain of the tearing wound. He pulled Qi Fan into his arms, grabbed Zhang Shoufang and Zhang Xueming with his other hand, and scrambled behind a huge rock.

"Crouch down! Don't make a sound!" He lowered his voice, cold sweat mixed with blood streaming down his forehead, staring intently at the direction where the bandits were hiding, afraid that someone might suddenly fire a shot.

Zhang Shoufang hugged Zhang Xueming tightly, her face pale with fright, her whole body trembling uncontrollably; Zhang Xueming buried himself in his sister's arms, not daring to breathe.

Qi Fan craned his neck, gazing at Yan Shuangying's god-like figure amidst the wind and snow, utterly shocked. Was this Yan Shuangying's strength? It was even more outrageous than in the TV series! No wonder he was called a show-off; he had the ability to pull it off.

The bandit leader hid behind an old locust tree trunk, watching his men fall one by one, listening to the constant gunshots around him, his face ashen.

He knew that today's mission was a complete disaster. The black-clad man in front of him was far too powerful. If they continued to fight, none of them would be able to leave alive!

"Get out of here! Hurry!" the bandit leader growled through gritted teeth, his voice filled with resentment and panic.

The remaining bandits, as if granted a pardon, immediately opened fire wildly in Yan Shuangying's direction. Dense bullets whistled across the snow, creating crossfire cover.

Yan Shuangying dodged behind a tree trunk, but his two guns continued to fire accurately, and another bandit fell to the ground.

Taking advantage of this brief respite, the surviving bandits scrambled onto their horses, spurred them on, and the warhorses neighed as they trampled through the snow and galloped into the depths of the blizzard.

They dared not look back, only regretting that their parents had not given them two more legs. In the blink of an eye, they were swallowed up by the swirling snow, leaving only the fading sound of horses' hooves.

Yan Shuangying did not give chase. He simply stood there, holding both guns horizontally, his sharp eyes scanning the direction the bandits had fled. Only when those figures completely disappeared into the white snow did he slowly put away his guns.