Chapter 4 A Kick on the Iron Plate

  It turned out that those villages were not a single family or surname, and they had no cohesion, just a mob. As long as he brought so many people over, it would be enough to suppress them. But he really didn't expect such a situation to arise.

  "If you don't scram, I'll make sure all of you stay here today!" Wang shouted: "With your somewhat divine aura, do you think you can replace the Land God's position? You're simply delusional!"

  Suddenly there was a burst of insults and jeers.

  Ruan Ming listened and his lungs were about to burst. He had originally come with great enthusiasm, but he hadn't expected to encounter such a thing, which poured a bucket of cold water over his head.

  Seeing these villagers, each with a furious expression, it's clear that if something goes wrong, they'll immediately take action. Wan Ming couldn't help but feel anxious in his heart!

  "Great-grandfather, you absolutely cannot retreat like this!" Wan Zhen said: "If we really retreat like this, our Wan family will become the laughing stock of the county!"

  Ruan Ming listened and nodded. This is not false, the Ruan family is a county-level prestigious family in the county, being driven away by this group of villagers with their tails between their legs, if it gets out, they will definitely be laughed to death!

  For a moment, it's like riding a tiger and finding it hard to get off.

  "Great-grandfather, don't hesitate, disperse them!" Zuan Zheng gritted his teeth and said: "It's just a mob, relying on the door guests of our family, each with high martial arts skills, killing a few will scatter these ignorant people!"

  He resented Liu Yi and his father Luan En died because of him. Naturally, the villagers who worshipped Liu Yi also hated him.

  In this world, aristocratic families all raise some door guests and swordsmen. There are also those who follow the path of Meng Zong's chicken crowing and dog stealing.

  Most of the so-called door guests raised by the wealthy are martial artists and swordsmen. They are the cornerstone of a wealthy family's military power.

  The Yan family, after all, is only a county notable, and they can only raise thirty or forty door guests. If it were a prefectural notable, or even a truly powerful clan in the world, they would be able to support several hundred, or even over a thousand door guests.

  Just like Liu Yi's original world's so-called Warring States Four Great Young Masters, each had three thousand door guests. Among them were strategists, and most of them were swordsmen warriors.

  Even the grandson of Flying General Li Guang, who was himself a recruited warrior from Jingchu, a swordsman and a rare talent. He went deep into the vast desert, fought thousands of miles, and killed tens of thousands of enemies. This kind of spirit is the same as this world's.

  The Yan family had thirty or forty guests, all of whom were experts in sword fighting. There were also over a hundred disciples who assisted them, although they weren't much use, but enough to make a show of force. With a flash of ruthlessness in his eyes, he said, "Take action!"

  At the sound of the order, those door guests shouted and scolded in unison, drawing out their swords and charging towards the villagers.

  But heard the same cold drink: "Shoot..."

  At one time, arrows rained down, with over 200 sharp arrows shooting over. They were all hunting bows used for hunting, and the bow's force was not strong.

  However, with a closer distance and no armor on their bodies, the dozen or so door guests who charged forward the fastest let out miserable cries as they turned into human hedgehogs.

  Everyone fell to the ground, densely covered in arrows, with nearly a dozen sharp arrows inserted into their bodies.

  After all, neither side was a professional soldier, and both were shocked by this scene. Even the gate guests of the Yan family were mostly some fugitives who had committed crimes, abandoned their homes, and fled to the Yan family for shelter. After all, they had never seen such a scene before. For a while, everyone was stunned.

  But since it's a noble family, there are always two masterminds present, they can't all be useless.

  Suddenly, this guy has three shadows, wielding a sword and flying arrows, charging forward, and is about to kill into the midst of the villagers.

  After all, these are mostly ordinary bows with insufficient bow power. If it were in a military formation, unless wearing three layers of iron armor, otherwise facing this kind of sharp arrow shooting would only lead to a dead end.

  Just as three experts swooped in like tigers into a flock of sheep, and were about to cause the villagers to suffer heavy losses.

  "How dare you, you bold thief!"

  The sword emerged with a sound, and Daojin had already made his move. As he swung it around, the sword emitted a fiery dragon-like aura that was so hot it almost scorched people's hair.

  This is not a sword aura, but rather a magical technique. The momentum it exerts appears even more terrifying.

  The three Wu family swordsmen saw him and recognized him, losing their voices and calling out: "It's Dao Jin Shi Wu Jun!"

  They hesitated, but Daojin was not hesitant at all. He was about to use the lives of the Pan family members as a guarantee to save his own life!

  The Fire Dragon on the sword wrapped around the three people, and they were strangled to death in an instant. Luan Ming looked at his eyelids jumping wildly, holding onto the carriage beam and shouting: "Wu Jun, stop! Is there some kind of misunderstanding?"

  Those three swordsmen also reacted and resisted desperately. Then, they saw the sword light and fire dragon merge and separate, and Dao Jin Shi stumbled forward two steps, his hair disheveled and his shoulder covered in blood.

  He thought to himself that it was a pity. If his powers were not restricted, he would have killed the three of them with ease, just like killing chickens and dogs. How could they have caused him so much trouble?

  But then came three loud "plops" from behind, and three swordsmen of the Yan family fell to the ground. The silent eyes widened in unwilling amazement.

  "What are you still dazing about?" Dao Jinshi calmed down the internal turmoil caused by his previous exertion of the Thunder Method and coldly shouted.

  Startled by this sudden turn of events, it wasn't until he heard Daoshi's shout that he snapped out of his daze and reacted in a flurry.

  Liu Yi had been quietly watching this scene through the Ling Xiao Treasure Mirror, and seeing it was just a cold laugh. Today is such a good opportunity, but can't let the Ruan family go!

  Cutting grass without removing the roots, the spring breeze blows and it grows again. The Yan family has repeatedly looked for trouble with themselves three times and five times. Unfortunately, they were protected by the city god, and there was no way to do anything about it. This time, the opportunity is rare!

  He subtly moved a thread of faith and transmitted a thought over.

  The eerie silence on the battlefield, Zhao Cheng suddenly had a burst of energy. His eyes were slightly red: "Shoot again..."

  Last year from December to winter, it was a cold season. Liu Yi had these villagers practice and hunt using battle formation methods, with some results.

  At this moment, he heard Zhao Cheng's order and subconsciously raised his bow and arrow again, drawing the bow and shooting.

  This time, whether it was the gate guests or the attached ones, they all shouted and threw away their weapons in their hands and ran. The so-called attached ones were almost serfs. Tu, having nothing. Fu, relying on others for a living.

  They were given to those who went bankrupt, had nothing, and could only survive by relying on the aristocratic families. Almost no different from serfs. What kind of combat effectiveness do these people have, and the battle is imaginable.

  They were those who, because of their crimes and murders, could only rely on powerful clans and wealthy households as so-called "guests". They had never seen such a bloody slaughter scene before. They all abandoned their weapons and fled.

  But the bow was drawn and there was no turning back, and under a single order to shoot, another twenty or thirty people were shot in the back and fell to the ground.

  Wan Ming and others were all stunned by this scene, how could they have thought that these rustic villagers, the mud-legged ones, would actually possess such powerful combat strength? For a time, they forgot about everything else.