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Chu Yan pulled out a large axe, about one and a half meters long, from the carriage, preparing for the impending conflict. Meanwhile, Dian Wei merely fiddled with a pair of forty-pound iron halberds at his waist.
He then turned to Gao Shun and asked, "Gao Shun, can you wield a long blade?"
Without hesitation, Gao Shun nodded in agreement.
"Great! There’s still a long sword left here; you can use it for now."
With that, Dian Wei retrieved a long sword from inside the carriage and tossed it into the air towards Gao Shun.
Gao Shun caught it and tested its weight, briefly expressing his gratitude: "Thank you, Brother Dian Wei."
As the team drew closer and the dust settled, they finally saw the attackers clearly. They were not a regular army but rather a ragtag group of disheveled bandits, their discipline nonexistent. Each bandit’s eyes burned with greedy light, like starving beasts desperately searching for food.
Faint shouts of their fierce rallying cries reached the air: "Brothers, charge! Ahead are defenseless refugees; tonight we feast on a bountiful meal!"
Gao Family and Chu Yan then understood their intentions—they aimed to treat these people as food! Clearly, attacking weak refugees was a safer choice than risking an assault on wealthier targets, as prolonged hunger had sapped any fighting spirit from these refugees.
However, standing before them were the valiant Dian Wei and the armed Gao Family. Earlier, Dian Wei and Chu Yan had distributed food among their group; although they were still hungry, they possessed basic fighting capabilities.
As the enemies drew closer, tension filled the air. Everyone held their breath in anticipation.
Dian Wei maintained his nonchalant demeanor, continuously fiddling with his mini war halberd. In reality, he was practicing a special throwing technique that boasted remarkable accuracy at short distances: within twenty paces, he was nearly infallible.
This was where Dian Wei's confidence lay. However, the number of small war halberds in his possession was extremely limited—only a dozen or so—insufficient to counter the large group of forty or fifty bandits. He needed to wait for the perfect moment to strike.
As the bandits closed in to fifty paces, then forty, thirty, and finally twenty-five paces away, Dian Wei tensed his body and reacted in an instant.
At that moment, the war halberd in his hand shot out like lightning, piercing through an enemy's body.
The air was soon filled with screams as several bandits fell from their mounts; whether they survived or not remained unknown.
the offensive from one side was momentarily halted. However, this pause was fleeting, and they quickly launched another assault. They pressed forward step by step, closing the distance to their target until only ten steps, five steps, or even three steps remained.
In an instant, the warhorses charged into the crowd. The bandits on horseback seemed to be caught in a frenzy, wielding their blades against every obstacle in their path. They appeared fortunate, for facing infantry as cavalry undoubtedly granted them a significant psychological advantage on the battlefield. Yet this so-called luck was fleeting.
What awaited them was Dian Wei, the foremost warrior of the late Eastern Han period. "Ha! How dare you challenge the ancestor of Dian Wei! Watch my spear!" Dian Wei swiftly drew two heavy iron short spears from his waist and struck directly at the charging horse's head.
With a sharp sound, one horse's head fell under his blow, and its rider tumbled to the ground, fate uncertain. On the other side, the Gao Family displayed remarkable bravery. With the assistance of several strong men, they managed to hold back over twenty bandits without yielding an inch.
In contrast, Chu Yan faced an even greater challenge. Alone, he resisted the combined attacks of seven or even eight bandits. Despite his exceptional martial arts skills, he ultimately found that two fists could not contend with four hands. The resistance was incredibly arduous.
Ah! In a moment of carelessness, one bandit managed to slash his left arm, exposing bone beneath the skin. Fortunately, his will was strong; after letting out a roar, he gritted his teeth and plunged back into the fierce battle.
As the fight wore on...
Blood continued to pour from the wound, and his face grew increasingly pale.
"Ah! Brother Chu Yan, hold on! I'm coming to help you!"
Seeing the situation, Dian Wei rushed forward, cutting down anyone in his path. With a series of strikes, he managed to kill seven or eight men. Blood splattered across his body. Standing over two meters tall, with a robust and fierce appearance, he looked like a demon straight out of hell.
As the slaughter continued, the bandits no longer dared to approach. With every step forward that Dian Wei took, they retreated a step back, always seeking an escape route. It wasn't until they had nowhere left to run that they realized the severity of the situation. The leader noticed something was amiss behind the bandit ranks.
These were not the nearly defenseless Famine he had observed during the day; they were clearly an elite strike team. Especially that giant who towered over two Michaels, wielding two heavy short guns. Even when facing cavalry Impact, he showed no fear. Once they got close, it was either a decapitation or being cleaved in two—scenes drenched in blood and utterly terrifying.
This wouldn't do; if this continued, the entire force would be wiped out. Immediate action was necessary to stem the losses.
"Retreat! The whole team withdraw!"
In military operations, the most challenging aspect is never the offense but rather whether one can retreat in an orderly fashion after encountering setbacks because panic can spread rapidly. The bandits lacked organization and discipline to begin with, and this situation only exacerbated it.
As soon as they heard their leader's command...
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