A sickly fellow ridiculed by the entire army? I'll be the most beautiful woman in the barracks!

The bandits instinctively stopped in their tracks, turned around quickly with a look of confusion, and immediately showed expressions of terror.

All that could be seen behind them was empty except for corpses lying in pools of blood.

In just two breaths, Zhao Daxuan had killed their ranged attackers.

The bandit leader looked at Zhao Daxuan in disbelief, then his face twisted into a ferocious grin as he said, "Absolutely impossible! I'm going to kill you!"

At this moment, he was less than ten feet away from Zhao Daxuan, and could reach him in the blink of an eye.

So many brothers died this time, and they were among the most skilled archers.

If he were to simply flee back like this, he would have no way to explain himself and would be doomed, perhaps even dying a more painful death.

We have to take a gamble!

The squad leader gritted his teeth, roared, bent down, and with a powerful kick, created a gust of wind as he charged towards Zhao Daxuan.

Zhao Daxuan smiled coldly at the charging leader, showing no sign of urgency.

Without ranged attacks, bandits are like toothless tigers; no matter how fiercely they roar, they cannot be harmed.

Nine feet, eight feet... four feet, three feet!

At this point, the bandit leader could clearly see the texture of Zhao Daxuan's skin.

With a simple downward swing of his knife, he could easily sever the skin of the person before him and decapitate him.

Seeing that Zhao Daxuan remained motionless, the squad leader assumed that the other party had been intimidated by his angry roar.

With a sinister grin, he clenched his fist tightly, ready to swing the knife down.

Just then, a muffled "thump!" was heard, the sound of the bowstring snapping after Zhao Daxuan shot the arrow.

This time, the arrow didn't even have time to make a sound before it pierced the leader's skull, and the leader's eyes instantly went dark.

Because they were so close, the blood splattered from the gang leader's body landed on Zhao Daxuan's face.

As the warm touch came, a strange feeling surged into my heart—an excitement I had never experienced before.

At this moment, Zhao Daxuan realized that perhaps deep down he just loved the battlefield and enjoyed the thrill of battle.

He wiped the blood from his face, looked at the twenty bandits not far away, and his eyes gleamed with excitement.

Zhao Daxuan's lips curled into a slight smile as he said, "The eleventh! Hahahaha!"

Upon hearing this, the twenty bandits opposite him changed their expressions drastically. They felt their scalps tingle, a chill run down their spines, and the hairs on their bodies stood on end.

They watched as Zhao Daxuan drew another arrow, its tip gleaming with a ghostly light, and aimed it at them.

Without their leader, they could no longer suppress their fear and turned to flee in panic.

Watching the bandits turn and flee for their lives, Zhao Daxuan expressionlessly loosened his fingers, and the arrow flew out of the bowstring once more.

With a "thud!", a sharp arrow pierced the back of a bandit, breaking through flesh and bone, and plunged deep into his heart.

The bandit let out a miserable scream, his face filled with despair. His body, propelled by inertia, staggered forward a few more steps before collapsing to the ground.

Upon hearing the screams, the remaining bandits increased their running speed once more.

Zhao Daxuan wasn't in a hurry. He stood still, drew his arrow, nocked it, and fired a second, a third, a fourth...

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!..."

He mainly shot down the bandits who didn't run up the mountain. After all, if he cut off the road to the pass, those who tried to escape to the mountain would eventually be caught in his hands.

After shooting down nearly ten bandits who hadn't escaped to the mountains, he put away his bow and arrows and turned to look at Deng Rong and the others behind him.

At this moment, Deng Rong and the others opened their mouths wide, their eyes wide with shock, and they couldn't come to their senses for a long time.

From the moment the two rows of bandits appeared, they were so frightened that they almost disregarded military orders and turned to run away.

Before he could even turn around, he saw Zhao Daxuan shoot out three arrows, instantly killing three bandits.

They instinctively thought they were seeing things, but when they blinked and looked again, their worldview was once again shaken.

Zhao Daxuan fired three arrows in quick succession, dodging the bandits' arrows, and then shot three more arrows, the last one killing the last archer.

The whole process was smooth, clean, and efficient!

Deng Rong and the others stood there, completely forgetting their earlier thought of escaping.

They held their breath and dared not make a sound, for fear of disturbing the god of death before them.

It wasn't until Zhao Daxuan shot and killed nearly ten more bandits that he turned around and looked at them. When they were swept by Zhao Daxuan's cold gaze, they trembled in their hearts and suddenly realized what was happening, instinctively taking two steps back.

Zhao Daxuan's lips curled into a smile as he stared at Deng Rong, who was at the head of the group. He said with a hint of amusement, "Squad Leader Deng, that's the eighteenth. Help me remember that!"

Deng Rong felt a chill run down his spine and his palms sweat when Zhao Daxuan stared at him. He instinctively avoided Zhao Daxuan's gaze and stammered, "Okay...okay, the eighteenth..."

Zhao Daxuan chuckled lightly, turned around, and continued walking briskly forward, his cold voice ringing out: "Keep going!"

Upon hearing this, everyone instinctively responded, "Yes!"

Then they followed Zhao Daxuan's steps, and only after running a few steps did they realize that they had just agreed so naturally, without any sense of incongruity.

For a moment, everyone's gaze toward Zhao Daxuan became complicated, while Deng Rong's expression remained uncertain.

Zhao Daxuan quickly moved forward to chase after them, pushing off with his feet, kicking up dust and whistling in his ears, and soon he saw the figures of the bandits ahead.

A smile, like a cat catching a mouse, appeared on his face. At the same time, he slowed his pace, drew his bow, and fired an arrow.

"call out!"

The last bandit in front screamed and fell to the ground.

Hearing the screams again, the remaining bandits panicked and ran as fast as they could.

Zhao Daxuan trailed behind them, slowly drawing arrows from his back and shooting down the bandits one by one.

As screams continued to pierce the air, the bandits' hearts sank to the bottom, unsure if the next arrow would strike them.

Some people couldn't bear the torment any longer, stopped, turned around, knelt down, and begged for mercy: "Hero, spare my life! I surrender! Don't kill me!"

Zhao Daxuan ignored them and killed them with a single stroke as he ran past them.

These people committed arson, murder, looting, and all sorts of atrocities.

He clearly remembered that there was a lot of blood on the valuables he received from the space last night, and he didn't think that it was the bandits' own blood.

They chased and killed their way through the narrow mountain pass until they reached the checkpoint.

The last bandit, seeing the checkpoint before him, grinned and shouted as he ran, "Brothers, let me through!"

However, the next moment, the sound of an arrow piercing the air rang out.

A piercing pain shot through his back, and the bandit's face immediately turned to despair. The headquarters was right in front of him, but he could never go back.

With a thud, the bandit fell heavily to the ground and instantly died.

Upon seeing this, the bandits behind the checkpoint changed their expressions, and one of them immediately turned around to report.