At 100 years old, he joined the army in place of his granddaughter, and became a national war god.

"Follow the leader, kill!"

The bandits, who had been terrified by Su Mu's killing, were overwhelmed by a blind courage when they saw You Zhongyi charging into the battlefield with his spear and horse.

Those mounted bandits who had narrowly escaped Su Mu's blade gritted their teeth, turned their horses around, and followed again.

The bandits, covered in dust and shouting battle cries, surged toward Su Mu.

Su Mu rode his Ferghana horse, looking at the bandits with no emotion in his eyes.

This scene was nothing compared to the time he single-handedly chased down hundreds of iron cavalry under Chi Lie's command.

"It's good that you all come together, so that I don't waste my time on you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the Akhal-Teke horse neighed and immediately started moving.

He charged left and right through the enemy lines, as fast as the wind.

In a short while, two more bandits were killed, their deaths extremely gruesome.

The remaining few were all wounded and fell from their horses, lying on the ground groaning in pain, no longer able to fight.

On the battlefield, only You Zhongyi and Su Mu remained, facing each other at a distance of more than ten feet.

You Zhongyi, mounted on his horse, was trembling slightly as he gripped his spear.

He looked at the white-haired, hunched old man in front of him, his breathing became rapid, and large beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.

He couldn't figure it out.

How could an old man who looks like he might die at any moment possess such domineering and powerful swordsmanship?

What's even more terrifying is his horsemanship.

His body seemed to be attached to the horse's back; no matter how the horse ran, jumped, or turned, he remained as steady as a mountain.

With the Akhal-Teke horse he was riding, it was like adding wings to a tiger.

You Zhongyi's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and his palms were sweaty.

"Kid, you're the only one left."

Su Mu raised his saber, the tip pointing directly at You Zhongyi, his voice utterly calm.

He looked You Zhongyi up and down, a hint of regret flashing in his eyes.

"Your marksmanship is excellent, and your foundation is solid. If you joined the army, you would surely be able to kill the enemy and make meritorious contributions. Why did you choose to become an outlaw?"

You Zhongyi snorted coldly, gripped his spear tightly, and his eyes were full of resentment.

"The Great Qian army? There aren't many good ones among them!"

"Officials are corrupt and break the law, and soldiers oppress the people."

"I'd rather be a bandit than work for those corrupt officials!"

Su Mu remained silent for a moment.

He did not refute it.

Because he knew that what You Zhongyi said was not wrong.

In this world, the court is corrupt, officials run rampant, and the people can't survive. It's not just Qingfeng Village that has turned to banditry.

But can one live a good life by becoming an outlaw?

What's the difference between robbing and oppressing the people and those corrupt officials?

"Since that's the case..." Su Mu's saber slowly fell, its tip aimed at You Zhongyi, "This old man will grant your wish."

The Akhal-Teke horse reared up on its front hooves, neighed, and charged toward You Zhongyi.

You Zhongyi gritted his teeth and raised his gun to meet the attack.

His marksmanship was indeed excellent; his thrust was swift and ruthless, aimed directly at Su Mu's throat.

Su Mu sidestepped, slashing horizontally with his saber. The back of the blade struck the spear shaft with a clang, making You Zhongyi's hand go numb and nearly causing him to drop the spear.

You Zhongyi barely managed to catch the first move.

The second move was Su Mu's horse-slaying saber slashing diagonally upwards, the blade aimed directly at You Zhongyi's waist and abdomen.

You Zhongyi hurriedly parried with his spear, but Su Mu's strike was too powerful. The back of the blade slammed into the spear shaft, sending him and his spear flying off his horse.

With a thud, You Zhongyi fell heavily to the ground, his back hitting a rock, making him wince in pain.

The spear flew far from his hand, landing on the ground and vibrating.

Su Mu did not stop.

He spurred his horse, and the Akhal-Teke turned its head and charged towards You Zhongyi's position.

The saber was raised high, its blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight...

"Mr. Su, be careful!"

Gu Changfeng's voice came from afar, sounding urgent.

Su Mu's ears twitched as he heard a sharp whooshing sound.

He turned his head and saw an arrow flying through the air.

Seeing this, he quickly spun his saber in the air and deflected a flying arrow with a clang.

A hundred meters directly in front, Meng Ziyi was drawing his bow and nocking an arrow; the second arrow was already on the string.

When he saw Su Mu looking over, his face turned pale, his hand trembled, and the second arrow missed its mark.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, You Zhongyi scrambled to his warhorse, mounted it, spurred it on, and charged into the forest without looking back.

"Brothers, retreat! Retreat!"

He shouted as he retreated, his voice echoing through the valley.

When the bandits saw that their leader had run away, they dared not fight anymore.

They scattered and fled.

Some darted into the woods, some climbed over the ridge, and some tumbled and crawled down the mountain, wishing they had two more legs.

"Sigh...they ran away already?" Zhao Tieniu, carrying his broadsword, stood amidst the pile of corpses, his face full of dissatisfaction. "Grandpa wasn't done fighting yet!"

"Don't run away! A few more! Let Grandpa chop a couple more times!"

Gu Changfeng strode up to Su Mu, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said, "Elder Su, shall we press our advantage and take Qingfeng Village in one fell swoop? That would be a great achievement!"

"Yes! Charge into Qingfeng Village!" Zhao Tieniu's eyes lit up with excitement. "Elder Su, if you give the order, I'll be the first to charge in!"

The cooks behind him echoed his sentiments, their morale soaring, their eyes gleaming.

"Yes! Charge into Qingfeng Village!"

"Suppress these bandits and rid the people of this scourge!"

Su Mu waved his hand.

"Don't pursue a desperate enemy."

"Our mission is to transport the supplies back to camp. We don't need to worry about anything else."

Gu Changfeng was taken aback for a moment, then clasped his hands in a fist and palm salute: "Yes."

"Continue moving the grain."

Zhao Tieniu opened his mouth as if to say something, but after glancing at Su Mu, he swallowed his words, tucked his broadsword into his waistband, and turned to move the grain sacks.

"yes!"

The cooks responded in unison and then quickly sprang into action.

"I told you, following Old Su was the right choice!"

A young cook, carrying a sack of grain, said with a grin to his comrade beside him.

"That's right! Look at those bandits, Old Su took them down one by one with a single slash, they were so scared they ran away with their tails between their legs!"

"That leader of Qingfeng Village, usually so arrogant, was beaten like a stray dog ​​by Old Su today. Next time he sees our cooks, he'll probably have to take a detour!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Laughter echoed in front of the granary, washing away the bloody smell of the battle that had just taken place.

County Magistrate Chen peeked out from behind a carriage and looked around nervously.

The bandits had all fled, and the cooks were moving grain; everything was calm and peaceful.

Only then did he dare to come out, his legs still trembling.

He had been hiding behind the carriage and had witnessed the entire battle from beginning to end.

Chen, the county magistrate, was in a daze.

He simply couldn't understand how a centenarian could possess such divine power.

At the age of 100, he could still ride a horse and fight, and even kill a strong man with a single blow. This is simply astonishing!

No wonder General Xu sent him with the cooks to escort the grain.

It's not that General Xu has gone mad, it's that Magistrate Chen is blind to the great man.

On the other side, Su Mu summoned Gu Changfeng.

"Mr. Su, what brings you here?"

Su Mu looked around, his brows furrowed.

"Does Elder Su think that these Qingfeng Village bandits will come back to fight?"

Gu Changfeng noticed Su Mu looking around and made a comment.

Upon hearing this, Su Mu shook his head: "This rabble will never dare to come again."

"What I'm worried about are the Northern Barbarians."

"Therefore, you take ten brothers and ride horses ten miles to the east to check if there are any signs of activity by the Northern Di people."

"Yes!" Gu Changfeng accepted the order and turned to carry it out.

Su Mu then turned around and instructed the brothers in the cookhouse to work harder!