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Wang Xiang is not a good person either. He had calculated that the bandits would come to rob at night and originally planned to borrow the bandits' Broadsword to eliminate Qin Feng, so he wouldn't have to return to Taiyuan.
However, this guy not only had good luck but also exceptional skills. He even killed a few bandits, including the Bandit Leader. That's impressive!
He has already achieved significant accomplishments twice, and there are still matters regarding the Black Market ahead.
Even if he couldn't defeat the Jin people after arriving in Taiyuan and had to hurriedly escape back to Tokyo City, he wouldn't fear being executed since he had made great contributions.
Having made these two significant contributions, he certainly had his share of credit. With merits and faults balanced out, at most he would face some punishment, like a deduction in salary, which he could quickly recover from.
Standing in his white tent, he contemplated these matters but dared not confront the formidable Jin people head-on; that would be a near-certain death. It was better to think of an escape route first!
The next morning was also a hurried journey; it was still dark, and he could only see about two meters ahead. They rushed along like this!
Time was truly short. On the front lines, every extra hour meant the potential death of many Great Song soldiers, so they advanced early by half an hour. In another half hour, it would be bright.
The marching arrangement remained the same as before: at the front were twenty or thirty scouting Imperial Guards, followed by General Wang Xiang, Commander Zhang Mu, and Horse Commander Zhang Xian.
Next were dozens of Imperial Guards clad in Black Armor, wearing Black Helmets, riding tall Black Warhorses.
They looked quite imposing; all were well-trained and lined up like soldiers without any distinction.
The Imperial Guards of Tokyo City were selected from various places, gathering the elite from across the nation. Except for a few Border Army units, ordinary troops could not match them.
Qin Feng and Liu Xiaoxiao sat in the carriage, which was considered the safest spot.
Unfortunately, when those bandits stormed into the tent last night, they killed the Groom. However, their coachman Guan Ping was unharmed; he seemed to know some martial arts and managed to kill two bandits. But sadly, the Groom was indeed dead.
Now this large carriage pulled by two black Imperial Steeds was driven by him! His skills were quite impressive; it felt smooth without much bumpiness, perhaps because he had traveled on such uneven roads before.
Behind them were hundreds of Imperial Guards, with long Broadswords hanging at their waists, exuding an imposing presence. They wore black armor and sturdy red trousers.
They resembled frontier warriors, each having taken lives in battle.
In their hurried march, these men were certainly fatigued; they hadn't slept well the previous night and had experienced life-and-death struggles, with some brothers having already fallen.
Yet this was their mission, and they needed to reach their destination on time; today, they must arrive in Jinzhou territory.
For breakfast, they ate dry rations without stopping, although their pace slowed a bit as they consumed the food on horseback.
Their bodies shivered in the Cold Wind. When the sun was out, it felt warmer, but when it wasn't, the chill was piercing, leaving marks on their faces.
At that moment, the sun had yet to rise; it was still dark, and the Cold Wind was biting. It howled fiercely, making them shiver uncontrollably even in thick clothing.
Qin Feng was relatively comfortable in the carriage; the Cold Wind couldn't penetrate inside. Although he felt some coldness, it was not as bone-chilling as outside.
Beside him sat a Great Beauty, Xiao Xiao, whom he held close. Her warm body radiated a softness that brought him immense happiness.
After a few hours, they passed through vast stretches of barren grassland and arrived at the foot of some mountains.
These mountains appeared quite high and were covered with numerous trees and weeds that formed a grayish-yellow expanse. The weeds grew over a meter tall, providing excellent cover.
Both sides looked similar; the trees reached several meters high, and the weeds were indeed dense, some over a meter tall and others exceeding two meters.
Feeling a bit stuffy in the carriage, Qin Feng pulled up the curtain to look outside. Sunlight streamed in, warming things up a bit.
It was nearly noon now. Earlier on that stretch of road behind them, they had taken a short break and consumed quite a bit of dry rations, feeling less cold afterward.
Looking at the mountain overrun with weeds and tall trees, it felt very secluded; even if someone were hiding here, it would be hard to find them.
My heart couldn't help but feel a lot of worry. This journey has not been peaceful at all! First, I encountered the Black Market, which was out for blood and money, and then a group of Bandits who robbed soldiers in the dead of night.
Even the mountains have been taken over by bandits, with people stationed on the roads to observe. Is there really no part of this vast mountain that hasn't been occupied by them?
As I looked ahead on the road, it seemed to narrow even more the further I went! What could accommodate dozens of riders on Warhorses now could only fit a few, and it was still slowly constricting.
Several dozen meters ahead, hundreds of bandits lay in ambush on the mountainside. Most of them wore coarse clothing, some even donned thick gray hats; it was truly too cold.
They are the mountain kings of this vast area, specializing in robbing passing travelers and merchants, as well as Soldiers transporting grain. They are even more terrifying than those who have just become bandits; they are true Bandits.
They are more ruthless than those who have only recently turned to banditry. Some have been bandits for a long time, and their numbers are greater; ordinary Soldiers are generally no match for them.
They wield Broadswords and Spears, and some even carry two large iron hammers. In that grayish-yellow patch of weeds, they are completely hidden from view.
One young man stood out among them; he wore a Tiger Skin Coat, which he had obtained while hunting in the mountains. It was used for making clothes after skinning, and it kept him warm.
He also wore a luxurious yellow outfit with blue trousers made from fine silk, looking quite wealthy compared to the coarse-clothed bandits around him!
At just seventeen years old, he is the Young Master of Heifeng Mountain and Heifeng Stronghold. The Old Man is none other than Black Wind King Lin Hu, who wields a spear skillfully; even ordinary generals cannot defeat him. He has occupied this mountain for several years now, which is piled high with gold and silver.
The influence of Black Wind King is quite significant; his bandit group consists of over a thousand men and has become a major threat in Henan Prefecture. However, the stronghold's terrain is perilous, and there are too many routes leading outside for anyone to block them; escaping is also easy.
Even Soldiers cannot deal with them; they can only suppress their arrogance!
This Young Master Lin Feng has also mastered spear techniques well; there are few in the mountains who can match him at such a young age.
He originally hated the Soldiers. It was them who looted the food, and there had already been a great flood that wiped out all the crops. All the food in his home was taken away, leaving him no choice but to turn to banditry in the mountains.
Unlike his Uncle, the Black Wind King, who took whatever he could get his hands on, even the Soldiers were not spared. In previous encounters, he had always been successful, and those people certainly did not meet a good end.
A man nearby looked to be in his forties; he was his Uncle, with many pockmarks on his face and two long scars, looking quite fierce.
The bandit, known as Scarface, was skilled with a Broadsword and was indeed very ruthless. He was holding a Broadsword that was several dozen centimeters wide at its broadest point.
"Big nephew! Looking at these Soldiers down there, we can't rob them. They are Imperial Guards. Their upper bodies are clad in black armor, very sturdy, unlike those Soldiers in all red. Their combat power is very strong; they are the Guard Soldiers from the capital!"
Lin Feng spat disdainfully onto the ground—not at his Uncle but at the Soldiers below.
Seeing their imposing appearance made the bandits surround them, but one by one they shrank back. Few were willing to fight to the death; most fled, and in the end, it resulted in nothing but death.
He didn't care if they were from Tokyo City; no matter how powerful they were, they couldn't compare to him. After all, he had killed a High Official and even a General.
"These Soldiers must also be weak. Look at their Warhorses; they seem exhausted. They must have traveled a long way and can't run far anymore. If we charge down, we can definitely take them all down."
"Quickly prepare the Archers and notify the Brothers on the other side. Once they reach the encirclement range, we will charge down immediately and take them all out. Each one of them will surely carry plenty of money and food. Those hundreds of Warhorses will also be ours, making our bandit group even larger and achieving great success!"
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