I asked you to go hunting, and you ended up wearing a yellow robe?

Wang Erlai snapped out of his daze, watching Qi Shan's departing figure, his yellow teeth practically grinding to powder.

Damn it, how come I never noticed before that this scoundrel Qi is so ruthless?

Looking in the direction Qi Shan walked away, was he heading up the mountain?

He immediately laughed.

The banditry in the mountains is so severe that even the government troops dare not go up the mountain. Isn't he, a peasant, just going to his death?

Once Qi Shan's head is cut off by the bandits, wouldn't Zhou Xue be his for the taking?

You want to hit me? See how I deal with your woman!

Wang Erlai smiled lewdly and turned to leave.

At the foot of the back mountain.

As he traveled, he realized that the banditry was quite serious.

The villages near the back mountain are almost all deserted. They were either looted by bandits and the villagers lost their lives, or they moved away long ago out of fear of the bandits.

Some perfectly good villages have been reduced to ashes, likely looted by bandits and then burned down.

Even the surrounding land has long been abandoned.

For ordinary people, the hardest thing about chaotic times is not the frequent wars.

Rather, it refers to the various chaotic phenomena under the turmoil of a chaotic world.

The most serious problem is rampant banditry!

I heard from the villagers that there was a band of bandits in the back mountain, about 10 people. Although they were not heavily armored, they were all armed with knives.

As a former special forces soldier, he knew that knowing yourself and your enemy is the key to victory. He needed to understand the other party's background before taking action and could not rashly confront them head-on.

Therefore, he was even more careful on the way up the mountain.

But he hadn't gone far when he heard rustling sounds coming from the woods, and he cautiously darted into the bushes to hide.

Peeking through the green leaves, I saw several burly, tall figures searching for something.

Without exception, the figures before them were all dressed in animal skins, carrying machetes, with dark skin and scars on their faces.

They're most likely bandits from the back mountain.

Don't be fooled by the fact that this bandit group only has about 10 members; the smaller the bandit hideout, the more ruthless and vicious they are.

They were reckless and unscrupulous.

Even the most valiant centurions among the local militia would have to give way.

But Qi Shan was different. As a special forces soldier in his previous life, he was skilled in killing and these people were no threat to him at all.

Just as he was about to make his move, he smelled a strong stench of blood in the air.

There are people injured?

The next second, one of the bandits suddenly shouted.

"Big brother! I found that soldier traitor! He was hiding here!"

"A bunch of beasts worse than pigs and dogs, I'll fight you to the death!"

Immediately afterwards, a sharp shout came from the woods.

As soon as he finished speaking, Qi Shan's gaze was drawn to it.

A soldier dressed in armor, thin and pale-skinned, rushed out.

Qi Shan felt something was off when he saw this person. The other party did not seem like an ordinary soldier, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what was strange about him.

"You bastard, you dare mess with our Little Black Wind Stronghold? Today we'll rip your head off and gut you, so you'll know what we're made of."

Qi Shan shook his head helplessly. Putting aside the fact that this soldier was so thin, he was not even in the same league as these bandits.

With multiple cuts and profuse bleeding, he probably couldn't even stand up; going up there would be suicide.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than the two groups clashed.

The soldier's movements were skillful and his lower body was extremely stable, showing that he was a trained fighter.

But these ten bandits were no mere figureheads.

After a moment of maneuvering, the guard seized the opportunity and swung his sword, slashing directly at the arm of one of the bandits. But the next second, he was struck by a bandit attacking from the side, and his body flew several meters away, crashing heavily into a tree and instantly losing consciousness.

Then the bandits showed no intention of letting him go, brandishing knives and sticks as they tried to surround him.

At this critical moment, an arrow came from the side and pierced the heart of a bandit. The bandit groaned and fell to the ground on the spot.

"Someone's attacking!!" a bandit shouted in panic.

The other bandits reacted and all turned their heads to look in Qi Shan's direction.

"Kill him! Avenge our fallen brothers!" The bandits roared, abandoning the government troops on the ground, and rushed towards Qishan.

Qi Shan was not afraid at all. He quickly drew his sword and swung it at the oncoming bandits!

Qi Shan swung his blade, aiming straight for the head of the bandit in front of him.

The bandit instinctively raised his knife to parry, but with a crisp clang, Qi Shan's blade suddenly changed direction, sliding down along the bandit's blade and slicing open the bandit's throat.

Blood splattered as the second bandit pounced on him, his machete slashing down.

Qi Shan sidestepped, and the back of his blade slammed into the opponent's wrist, the sound of bone cracking ringing out.

Before the bandit's scream had even faded, Qi Shan's knife tip had already pierced his heart, in and out cleanly and swiftly.

The remaining seven bandits finally realized something was wrong.

The young man in front of them, who looked like a farmer, was more skilled at killing than these ruthless bandits who had tasted blood.

"Surround him!" the bandit leader roared.

The seven people dispersed, surrounding Qi Shan in the center.

Qi Shan remained unfazed, gripped the hilt of his knife with his backhand, and with a powerful push of his feet, he shot forward like an arrow.

With a swift horizontal slash, he forced back the two men in front of him, then ducked low and swept the blade across the ground, severing the ankle of one of the bandits.

Screams echoed throughout the room.

In less than the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, all ten bandits lay dead on the ground, none surviving.

Seeing this, Qi Shan grinned.

With the reward for suppressing the bandits, he could redeem his second and third sons, supplement his household income, and improve his wives' lives.

However, he did not rush to cut off the bandits' ears, but instead turned his gaze to the soldier.

Qi Shan shook the blood off his knife and walked toward the unconscious soldier.

He crouched down, reached out and checked her breathing; she was still alive.

If the bleeding isn't stopped, the person certainly won't last much longer.

He flipped open the other man's armor, intending to check the size of the wound, but his hand suddenly stopped.

Beneath the armor was a thick layer of cloth wrapped around the chest.

female?

How could government soldiers have women?

Qi Shan smiled bitterly; the knife wound was precisely in the woman's most sensitive spot.

The woman's face was ashen, her whole body trembling, and her lips had turned deathly pale.

He no longer cared about the old tradition of men and women not touching each other; saving lives was the most important thing.

He then began to remove the woman's armor...