In times of chaos and famine, I traded one pound of rice for two royal flushes.

"Aaaaah! Kill him! Kill him for me!"

The one-eyed wolf has gone completely mad.

He felt his dignity being repeatedly trampled on the ground by this country bumpkin who appeared out of nowhere.

"Fire! Keep firing! Turn him into a pincushion!"

The surviving archers hurriedly drew their bows and nocked their arrows again.

However, Qin Shaolang didn't give them a chance at all.

"What are you still standing there for?"

"Stone!"

The two cold words, like a thunderclap, resounded across the hillside.

"roar!"

Zhao Wu and the others, whose eyes were already red with fear and anger, finally received their orders.

As if venting their anger, they roared and pushed down the second wave of rolling stones that had been prepared around them!

Rumble!

This time, the target is no longer Taniguchi.

Instead, it was the archers exposed outside the valley entrance, frantically preparing for the second volley!

"Oh no! Get out of the way!"

The bandits screamed in terror.

But it was too late.

On a steep hillside, a rolling stone can travel much faster than a person can run.

An archer had only taken two steps when he was struck in the back by a rock the size of a human head.

Click!

A clear cracking sound rang out.

He didn't even utter a sound before collapsing forward, large amounts of blood and fragments of internal organs gushing from his mouth and nose.

More stones came hurtling in.

A bloody storm erupted once again among the bandits.

Their prized advantage in archery proved as fragile as a sheet of paper in the face of the most illogical advantage: terrain.

"Withdraw! Withdraw immediately!"

The one-eyed wolf finally calmed down a little from his rage.

He realized that with the enemy occupying the high ground, their position at the valley entrance made them easy targets.

The remaining bandits, as if granted a pardon, scrambled backward and retreated, moving away from the attack range of that deadly hillside.

Soon, the valley returned to calm.

All that remained were corpses scattered on the ground and a still-burning inferno that reeked of burning flesh.

The air was thick with the stench of blood, burnt flesh, and death.

In the valley, the group, who had just been excited about revenge, felt uneasy once again as they watched the retreating bandits.

"Sir, they...they've stopped attacking, what should we do?" Wang Tiezhu asked, panting heavily.

Yes.

If they don't rush in, wouldn't their prepared final killing move be useless?

Qin Shaolang did not answer.

He looked at the bandit group that had regrouped in the distance, still numbering nearly a hundred despite their low morale, and his face remained expressionless.

He wasn't afraid of the opponent attacking; he was afraid of the opponent not attacking.

The real problem would be if this group of people got scared and ran away.

To cut weeds, you must remove them at the root.

Releasing a tiger back into the mountains will lead to endless troubles.

Of the several hundred people from Black Wind Stronghold, less than half have shown up today.

If One-Eyed Wolf were to return with these few dozen defeated soldiers, the next force that would arrive might be Black Yama's entire main force, personally led by him.

That will be the real catastrophe.

Therefore, today, all these people must die here!

Not a single one can leave!

"One-Eyed Wolf..." Qin Shaolang murmured the name in his heart.

A person who can become the second-in-command of Black Wind Stronghold is definitely not a pure brute.

The defeat just now was due to underestimating the opponent and being arrogant.

Now that he's calmed down, he'll definitely think of another way.

For example, they could split up and search for a way up the mountain from another direction.

Alternatively, we could simply surround them without attacking, thus trapping them.

Although there was meat in the valley, there was no salt, and no more food; they couldn't afford to wait.

We must add fuel to the fire.

A fire powerful enough to burn away all his reason.

Qin Shaolang's gaze fell on a bandit who was still groaning in pain at the edge of the sea of ​​fire at the valley entrance, his legs pinned under a dead horse.

"Wang Tiezhu".

"Yes, sir!"

"Take two men down there and drag him up."

Wang Tiezhu was taken aback. "Why...why are you dragging him up here? Is the master going to interrogate him?"

"No."

Qin Shaolang shook his head and uttered two words.

"Sacrifice the flag."

……

The one-eyed wolf was cursing furiously while quickly thinking of a solution.

Forcing it won't work.

That narrow passage was a road to death.

"Third brother, take twenty men and go around to the west through that forest! See if there's another way up the mountain!"

"Seventh Brother, take some men and cut down some trees. Make me a few shields! I refuse to believe that stones can penetrate wooden shields!"

The one-eyed wolf quickly issued the order.

Just then, several screams suddenly came from the valley opposite.

The one-eyed wolf looked up.

Three peasants ran down the hillside and dragged a surviving brother out of the sea of ​​fire like a dead dog.

The brother's leg was broken, leaving a long trail of blood on the ground, and he was uttering meaningless howls.

"What are you trying to do!" the one-eyed wolf shouted angrily.

Wang Tiezhu and the other two completely ignored him.

They dragged the bandit to the most conspicuous open space at the mouth of the valley.

Then, under the astonished gaze of all the bandits.

Wang Tiezhu picked up a rock the size of a human head.

Without the slightest hesitation.

It slammed down hard.

puff!

The bandit's head looked like a smashed watermelon.

Red and white splattered all over the ground.

The whole world fell silent.

The lone wolf's eyes instantly turned blood red.

In front of him!

In front of nearly a hundred of his brothers!

He tortured and killed his men in the most cruel and humiliating way!

This is no longer a provocation.

This is trampling on the face of their Black Wind Stronghold!

"Who else!"

Wang Tiezhu threw away the stone, wiped the blood from his face, pointed at the bandits in the distance, and let out a beast-like roar.

"Anyone else who's not afraid of death, dare to come up here!"

"Awooo—!"

In the valley, all the able-bodied men, women, and children roared in unison.

The fear, anger, and hatred that had been suppressed for so long in that voice finally erupted at that moment.

They used this method to vent their emotions and declare their resolve.

The one-eyed wolf's body began to tremble uncontrollably.

It's not because I'm afraid.

I'm angry!

He felt like his lungs were about to explode!

reason?

Screw reason!

"Shieldbearers! Get in front of them, you bastards!"

"Everyone! Charge, you bastards!"

"Today! I'm going to slaughter this valley! I'll chop every living thing in it into mincemeat!"

The one-eyed wolf was completely enraged.

He drew the demon-headed sword from his back, pointed it forward, and let out a hysterical roar.

"kill--!"

Nearly a hundred bandits, their eyes bloodshot, carrying makeshift wooden planks and even the corpses of their comrades as shields, once again surged towards the mouth of that deadly valley like a turbid torrent.

On the hillside.

Su Jin looked at the bandits charging again, her face turning pale.

"You...you deliberately provoked him?"

Qin Shaolang did not look at her.

He simply looked down at the flock of "lambs" rushing into the trap, and finally a cold, bloody smile appeared on his lips.

"No."

"I'm just informing them."

"My death is near."