A fierce wife enters the house: She helps up a house full of spineless people.

When the sun was high in the sky, Zhang Kui gathered the three groups of men back to their hiding place halfway up the mountain.

The soldiers were panting and sweating profusely, but they all had smiles on their faces.

"That was awesome! That was fucking awesome!" Zhang Kui plopped down on a rock, wiping his sweat. "These bastards were completely fooled by us. They're probably ready to kill someone right now."

Everyone burst into laughter. This fighting style, which allowed them to disgust the enemy without having to fight them head-on, was exactly what they wanted.

After laughing for a while, Zhang Kui's expression turned serious. He stood up, looked at the rebel camp in the distance below, and said, "Alright, enough of the fun. The main force should arrive tomorrow or the day after. We can't waste all our time here. I've decided to leave a hundred men to continue fighting them in these mountains. The rest of you come with me to Yongning County."

As soon as he finished speaking, the people below began to whisper among themselves.

Wang Tianfang did not hesitate to join the team heading to Yongning County, after all, that was his hometown, and if possible, he would like to go back and take a look.

Soon, the two groups of men were divided up. Zhang Kui handed over the remaining one hundred men to another centurion, gave him a few instructions, and then led four hundred men toward Yongning County.

Outside Yongning County, shouts of battle filled the air.

Liu, the centurion, led five hundred men, like a swarm of annoying flies, circling around the rebel army's attacking forces.

Their mission was not to kill the enemy, but to harass them.

"Release the arrows!"

At Liu's command, a sparse rain of arrows shot down a small slope and pierced the rebel army that was gathering to prepare for the attack on the city.

A commotion broke out in the rear of the rebel army, and a group of men immediately broke off and charged up the hillside with howling shouts.

"Withdraw!" Centurion Liu ordered without hesitation.

The soldiers turned and ran without hesitation. They were all handpicked clever ones, running faster than rabbits. By the time the rebels, panting, rushed up the hillside, they were long gone.

The rebels returned cursing, but no sooner had they left than Centurion Liu and his men reappeared from another direction, fired another volley of arrows, and then continued their escape.

This happened several times, and the rebels were thoroughly annoyed but helpless. Their main force was attacking the city, and they couldn't spare many men to pursue these slippery government troops.

However, even the best can make a mistake. This time, their retreat was a bit too slow, and they were caught by a small group of rebel cavalry.

"Kill!" Centurion Liu shouted, leading the charge.

Li San gripped the spear, his palms sweating so much they were almost slippery. His heart pounded; he began to doubt his prized possession and didn't know how to proceed.

A rebel soldier brandished a knife and slashed at him. The man had a fierce face, wide eyes, and was cursing.

Li San dodged to the side, his mind filled with the image of Wang Tianfang killing people. He didn't dodge, he stabbed directly!

He gritted his teeth, gripped the gun barrel tightly with both hands, and pushed it forward with all his might.

The spear pierced the rebel's stomach.

The rebel cried out in pain, dropping his knife. He gripped Li San's gun handle tightly with both hands, trying to pull it out.

Li San was terrified and tried to pull back with all his might, but he couldn't budge it.

An old soldier rushed over and slashed the rebel soldier in the neck with his knife. Blood splattered all over Li San's face.

"What are you standing there for! Draw your guns and keep killing!" the veteran roared.

Li San finally came to his senses, kicked the dead man, and pulled out his gun. He turned around and saw people all around him fighting desperately. The sounds of knives cutting into bone and people screaming filled the air in chaos.

A young recruit had his arm cut off by the rebels and fell to the ground rolling around. Before he could roll twice, another rebel stabbed him through the chest.

Li San felt nauseous at the sight. This was the battlefield; it was a fight to the death. He wiped the blood from his face, roared, and charged towards another rebel soldier.

This time, Li San didn't hesitate and thrust his spear directly into the rebel's chest.

The rebel soldier blocked with his knife, causing the spear tip to slide aside. Taking advantage of the momentum, the rebel soldier lunged forward, his blade aimed straight for Li San's face.

Li San was so frightened that he leaned back and landed hard on his bottom. The tip of the knife grazed his scalp, shaving off a small tuft of hair.

"Damn it, I'll fight you to the death!" Li San cursed inwardly, not even bothering to stand up. He gripped the gun barrel with both hands and yanked it upward with all his might.

The butt of the gun slammed solidly into the rebel's crotch.

The rebel's eyes nearly bulged out; he clutched his groin and collapsed to the ground, convulsing in pain.

Li San quickly got up and stabbed him in the throat.

Li San drew his gun, panting heavily, and looked around. Centurion Liu was leading his men in a fierce battle against the rebels. Outnumbered, the rebels were gradually losing ground and began to retreat.

"Stop chasing! Retreat!" Seeing that the situation was under control, Centurion Liu shouted and led his men into the woods.

Wang Tianfang followed Zhang Kui, traveling through the night.

On the way, they encountered a group of refugees.

These people were dressed in tattered clothes, had families to support, and were so hungry they were skin and bones.

Zhang Kui stopped an old man and asked, "Sir, what's the situation in Yongning County?"

Upon hearing the name Yongning County, the old man burst into tears: "Don't even mention it, sir. The rebels have surrounded the county town like an iron barrel. They attack the city every day, and the dead are piled up like mountains on the city walls. The surrounding villages have all been looted and burned by the rebels."

Wang Tianfang listened, feeling a wave of fear wash over him.

Thankfully, Jinzhu was clever and noticed something was wrong early on. She gathered a lot of grain and moved her whole family to the prefectural city. If they had stayed in Chenjia Village or the county town, who knows what their fate would be now.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Kui's expression turned serious, and he urged the team to speed up.

The following evening, they finally reached a low hill on the outskirts of Yongning County.

Looking down from the mountain, the area outside the city wall of Yongning County was filled with rebel camps, so densely packed that you couldn't see the end of them.

The city wall was dark, and no one could be seen clearly, but one could hear shouts of battle and the sound of gongs.

The rebels are besieging the city.

Zhang Kui lay prone in the grass, his brows furrowed in a frown.

"These bastards are attacking so hard. The defenders in the city probably won't hold out for much longer."

Wang Tianfang looked at the rebel army below and gripped the bow in his hand tightly.

Zhang Kui and his men also participated in the mission of attacking Longxi from the outskirts. Whenever the rebels were about to successfully breach the city walls, two small groups would always come out to launch a sneak attack.

Seeing that fewer and fewer of his men remained, Zhang Kui wrung his hands anxiously: "Why hasn't the imperial army arrived yet! If they don't, Yongning County is doomed!"

The rebels began their attack on the city again. Ladders were placed on the city walls, and the rebels climbed up like ants. Stones were thrown down from the walls, and hot water was poured on them, filling the air with screams of agony.

Just then, the ground suddenly shook.

"Captain, there's movement!" Wang Tianfang whispered.

Zhang Kui suddenly raised his head and looked south.

A black line appeared on the southern horizon. The black line grew thicker and thicker, accompanied by the dull thud of hooves and the rhythmic sound of footsteps.