After having a drink, Qiao Mu and his soldiers under him became somewhat familiar.
However, the lord of the city didn’t keep Qiao Mu in the army to let him get familiar with the troops slowly, nor did he leave him any time to practice Iron Crotch Skill.
But after a few days, Military Officer Chu called for a roll call in the military camp, preparing to send out a thousand troops to leave the city and eliminate the bandits.
"Qiao Mu, I’ve heard that you are exceptionally brave. So, for this mission to eliminate the bandits, I appoint you as the vanguard, leading a hundred people to search the mountains!" ordered Military Officer Chu.
"Yes, sir," Qiao Mu lowered his head, his gaze flickering slightly. He smelled a hint of danger.
Among the thousand troops, there were ten centurions.
And among these ten people, all of them were 9th ranked martial artists, except Qiao Mu.
Yet, somehow Military Officer Chu chose him as the vanguard…
"You say I have extraordinary strength? It’s just the lord of the city finally making a move, using such a lame excuse."
These soldiers kept their eyes on their noses and pretended not to hear, some even whistled, just like students avoiding the teacher’s attention during roll call.
These soldiers weren’t foolish.
They had just been drinking with Qiao Mu before.
But now, there could be bandits appearing in the mountains anytime, and leading the way ahead naturally meant facing greater danger.
Everyone seeks advantages and avoids disadvantages. Most of these soldiers were just earning a living and what’s the point of risking their lives for such a meager salary?
Qiao Mu’s face slightly darkened. He was about to continue speaking when he saw a familiar figure jump out again.
"Boss, I’m familiar with this area," Old Huang grinned, showing his yellow teeth, and said with a smile:
"Since we can’t see any trace of the bandit’s hideout around here, maybe it’s hidden in the valley to the west… If we walk another mile towards the west, there’s a small valley, shall we go in that direction?"
"Okay," Qiao Mu nodded in agreement.
Old Huang led the way, with Qiao Mu following closely behind, while the hundred soldiers spread out behind them.
These soldiers unknowingly or intentionally took a few steps back, creating some distance between themselves and Qiao Mu at the front.
Old Huang seemed to be unaware, as he was only focused on talking.
Qiao Mu didn’t mind at all, in fact, he even welcomed it.
As they went further west, the bushes became denser and more lush, with some growing up to waist height.
Old Huang raised his knife and hacked through the bushes, simultaneously walking forward and turning his head to speak to Qiao Mu:
"Boss, my oldest son is really impressive. He has been strong since he was little. He’s only fifteen this year, and he can lift a 300-pound stone lock. His strength surpasses mine…"
Since that day when Old Huang drank alcohol, he became a bit of a chatterbox, always babbling about trivial matters.
"Boss, when you were fifteen, how strong were you? Look at my eldest son, will he be able to develop internal strength in the future?"
When I was fifteen, Butcher Zheng killed me with a single knife… Qiao Mu didn’t respond, just reminding:
Just as Qiao Mu finished reminding, before they knew it, they heard several consecutive whooshing sounds, followed by several sharp arrows flying through the air. At this moment, Old Huang was still maintaining a turned-back posture….
In the blink of an eye.
Qiao Mu took a step forward and kicked down Old Huang in front of them.
Faced with the arrows shooting towards him, he held the long spear with both hands and quickly spun it in front of his body, then….
He hit three arrows in a row, and the long spear in his hand completely missed.
As expected, the game is all a lie… people can’t block arrows with a spear! Qiao Mu didn’t even have time to catch his breath when dozens of bandits with headscarves emerged from both sides of the grass.
Qiao Mu’s eyes were almost red!
Bandits! He finally saw the bandits!
Rounded up, he is going to die soon!
Thinking of this, he didn’t even remove the three sharp arrows stuck in his body and immediately roared:
"Follow me! I will lead you in battle!"
Before his words had even finished, without waiting for the soldiers behind him to respond, he immediately charged into the group of bandits, holding the long spear.
The more courageous the battle, the higher the Death Assessment!
No one can stop me from dying today!
Qiao Mu’s spear in his hand swiftly stabbed the waist and abdomen of a bandit, making a sharp sound as it cut through the air.
Although Qiao Mu had only started practicing with the spear a few days ago, he was strong, with arms capable of lifting five hundred pounds.
Military Spear Skills were not complicated, he just practiced a few moves repeatedly.
With a swift thrust, his spear pierced through the chest and abdomen of the bandit, and even with the remaining force, it skewered another bandit behind him.
He took a deep breath and kicked the body of the bandit on his spear, simultaneously pulling out the spear and flinging the shaft backwards.
The body of another bandit was hit by the spear’s spinning motion, and with a clear sound of bones cracking, he was sent flying.
These bandits are actually ordinary people, but Qiao Mu’s extraordinary strength of 500 kilograms allows him to have a significant advantage over them.
After killing seven or eight people in a row, the hundred soldiers behind him also surrounded him.
These dozens of bandits quickly retreated, leaving behind only a few bodies in the same spot, and then disappeared into the deeper parts of the grass.
Qiao Mu breathed out and then looked down at the three arrows lodged in his chest and abdomen. With a slight effort, he pulled out all the arrows with his bare hands.
"Bring me some medicine to stop the bleeding."
After Qiao Mu spoke aloud, he heard a deafening silence behind him. When he turned around, he saw many soldiers looking at him with a bewildered expression on their faces.
Yan City is just a small town, and the defending soldiers aren’t elite. These soldiers are seeing someone fight so bravely for the first time…
"Boss, you fight so fiercely, it’s like you don’t care about your life at all." Bald Monk Soldier chuckled.
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