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Wang Jian felt a pang of pain in his heart as he saw several of his subordinates fall to the ground, struck by arrows. These were all exceptional talents, and losing even one was a significant loss. At this moment, with the enemy pressing down on them, he couldn't even lift his head. Seeing these two still having the leisure to chatter away only fueled his anger.
Hearing the sound of bowstrings being drawn closer from outside, he realized that the enemy would soon infiltrate their defensive camp. Just as he was about to remind the two idle individuals to finish their business first, he noticed Luzi sitting on the ground with a completely indifferent expression.
Since the boss hadn’t said anything else, they should be more self-aware!
Moreover, after returning to the country, he was counting on Luzi for support. It wouldn’t do to say too much right now and end up making a scene. Analyzing the situation, he swallowed back the reprimands he had planned.
Luzi didn’t think there was anything wrong at all. He casually took a bow from a nearby wooden box and handed it to Li Xin. “Can you take it easy? Damaging our Great Qin’s weapon reserves without reason will lead to severe punishment!”
Li Xin wiped the sweat from his forehead and quickly took it, pulling back a few times to get a feel for it. He found it soft and couldn’t help but exclaim, “This! This is practically a toy for children! Who knew it would be so effortless?!”
Wang Jian kicked the oddly shaped weapon, just as he finished setting up the bowstring and nocking an arrow when one of his subordinates was struck in the shoulder. While secretly astonished that their attackers were not ordinary foes, he glanced at the three people surrounding Luzi. After all, Li Shiba was Luzi’s close aide; if something happened here, it would be meaningless. Seeing Li Xin still eager to try out the weapon, he hurriedly reminded him, “It’s too dangerous outside! You two stay here and protect Luzi!”
Chuchu had been paying close attention to Wang Jian's ranged weapon and quickly asked after he completed another shot, “General Wang! Does it have a name?”
Actually, Wang Jian had planned to introduce this type of ranged weapon to Luzi last night but had postponed it due to various issues. Hearing Chuchu's pleasant question made his earlier anger vanish without a trace. Confirming that their defenses were still intact, he replied, “Yes! It has a name: Crossbow!”
As someone skilled in archery passed down through generations, Li Xin was most annoyed when someone brought out an alternative ranged weapon in front of him. There was a useful tool right in front of him, yet instead of carefully studying it, they were messing around with these oddities—what good would that do!?
Upon hearing its name, he snorted in displeasure and pretended not to hear! He had already confirmed that there was a tight spot in their Defensive Formation, meaning there should be more ranged archers hidden in that area. That was the answer he wanted; if there were fewer enemies, he wouldn’t feel motivated! So disregarding Wang Jian's warning, he drew his bow again and shot another arrow.
The benefits of using a bow to shoot arrows were fully realized by this Archer, as the Bowstring emitted a lively sound, swift as fingers gliding over a string. As Li Xin shouted and jumped out from behind cover, several arrows were fired almost simultaneously, accurately hitting their targets.
“Younger Ones, take cover!” Wang Jian shouted, discarding his crossbow and drawing his longsword. “Charge with me!”
The command to attack ignited the suppressed crowd, who had been eager for action. The dozen or so individuals who had been cautiously firing ranged weapons from behind cover suddenly vanished. The once noisy makeshift wooden barricade fell silent, leaving only Luzi, Shisan, and Chuchu exchanging glances.
That was too fast, wasn’t it!?
Li Xin didn’t have time to ponder the speed of the actions; his focus was elsewhere. As he scanned for targets, he pulled the Bowstring to summon a cold star. With each shadow falling in response, a large gap was torn in the previously impenetrable encirclement.
Wang Jian followed closely behind Li Xin, providing cover. Watching as arrows rained down from Li Xin's hands, all hitting vital points, he felt immense admiration. Truly, he was the descendant of the Divine Archer General! How could Li Gong have been any better back in the day!?
Luzi looked down at an arrow that Wang Jian had caught and dropped on the ground, calculating in his mind. If he guessed correctly, there would surely be clues left on the arrow shaft. Just as he bent down to pick it up for inspection, he saw Chuchu had already completed this action and handed it over. He hurriedly accepted it with gratitude and began examining it closely.
Seeing that the shaft was clearly marked with a word above, he couldn’t help but smile and nod. It turned out that it wasn’t the Chu People who were being fickle; rather, another group was lying in wait to ambush them! He wasn’t worried at all about his comrades who had rushed out earlier because each one of them was an elite among elites.
Although these outsiders managed to surround the camp silently without being detected, that alone indicated they were also skilled individuals. However, it all depended on whom you compared them to! Compared to his own group, they could at most be considered second-rate!
As the sounds of battle around them gradually faded away, the once quiet earth again heard cheerful birdsong. Luzi tossed the feathered arrow onto the ground and stood up to look at the returning warriors around him. He sighed inwardly; this was what true skill looked like—there was no denying it!
“Kneel!” Wang Jian kicked at the knee of a black-clad assassin who struggled to rise, which only fueled his anger further. He pressed his sword against the captive's shoulder and held its blade against the neck of this black-clad figure.
Luzi waved his hand dismissively and waited for the assassin to stand before asking, “I have some connections with your Young Master Wei. We have never wronged each other; why then do you treat us so ruthlessly?”
The assassin merely snorted at these words, turning his face to look at the mountains, ignoring the question. If they wanted to kill or torture him, they should hurry! A real man wouldn't frown!
Lu Zi, being so stubborn, couldn't help but smile slightly. "You should go home! Go back and tell your master that Lu Zi sends his regards." After saying this, he gestured for everyone to give the Brave One some space.
The assassin, who had been prepared for death, was momentarily taken aback by this response. He turned to see a clear path behind him and finally confirmed that the other party was not joking. Seeing the sharp edge pressing on his shoulder had retracted, a sense of despair washed over him.
Sigh! Going home! What home did he have after failing his mission?
The man in black clasped his hands together and suddenly bent down to pick up one of his arrows from the ground, stabbing it into the artery in his neck. Taking advantage of the momentum, he yanked the shaft out again, leaving the barbed tip lodged in his neck. The sudden release of blood pressure caused a spray of blood to shoot several meters away. His body swayed a few times before he fell backward, clearly unable to survive.
This action was incredibly swift, and since it was a suicide, everyone present was caught off guard. By the time they realized what was happening and tried to intervene, it was already too late; they could only watch as he lay on the ground convulsing a few times before becoming still.
"Who raised such a dead soldier?" Wang Jian kicked him twice and cursed angrily.
Lu Zi observed the bitter smile on the assassin's face as he took his own life and couldn't help but sigh softly. "Everyone is just serving their own masters; it's hard to say who is right or wrong. Since he's dead, it's all over. Let's take care of him and bury him properly."
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