Chapter 522: Changmai Cunzi—The Fierce Battle at the Grain Warehouse!

"Everyone, please stop screaming, the enemy has already been eliminated by me! Ha, very clean!" Jier said triumphantly to the terrified female villagers.

Reaching out to recall his blood-stained Hunting Sword, Jier cut the ropes that had bound these female villagers into a group; once liberated, the women finally untied the ropes and, one by one, moved away from the corpses and began to cry out loudly.

A female villager in her thirties struggled to stand up, walked over, grabbed Jier's arm excitedly, and said, "I knew it! I knew there would be such a day, we poor people have finally waited for it. So, young man, has Priest Luosa arrived? Did he come?"

Jier lifted his metal Faceplate, revealing his young and tender face underneath, and responded loudly: "Priest Bataer has arrived, and he is currently leading a team of Warriors to clear out enemy Soldiers in the village! As for me, I came specifically to rescue you. Big sister, you have suffered these past few days!"

Hearing that Priest Bataer had truly brought people and was right there in the village, they finally could not hold on any longer, hugging each other and crying; some had to lean against the wall just to barely stand steady.

A female villager in her twenties tried hard to walk over, grabbed Jier's arm, and asked: "My child was handed to Priest Luosa at the time. How is she doing now? Where is she? Do you know?"

Jier did not know which child was hers, but he knew the whereabouts of the children, so he explained loudly to those present: "Rest assured, the children who hid with the Priest at the time were all taken by Priest Bataer to Blue Dragonfly Cunzi and Big Tree Cunzi to be settled separately. Priest Feilina and Old Priest Ruiduokasi there are taking very good care of them; they are healthy and playing around in the village every day. When I saw them, they even demanded that we must rescue their parents."

He looked at these tormented women, stepped forward to comfort them one by one, and then introduced himself: "Everyone, I am a Warrior of the Agricultural God, coming from Kendall County in the distant Northwest Province. This time, summoned by the Agricultural God and led by Priest Bataer, I have specifically brought a group of Warriors to defeat these fallen Soldiers and rescue the Changmai Cunzi villagers who were detained and enslaved by them. Please rest assured, the enemy is no match for us, and this mission will certainly succeed."

"Now, the battle in the village is not over yet, and there are still organized enemy Soldiers outside fighting our Warriors, so everyone should stay here for now to hide. When I came up, I closed the doors and windows of the house from the inside and killed all the enemy Soldiers in the house, so it is safe here for the moment. Please wait a little while; once we have cleared out all the enemies in the village, we will come to welcome you all out."

After speaking, Jier threw the two Soldier corpses, which were somewhat frightening to the female villagers, out of the house through a window, and he also took the opportunity to move some large wooden furniture from the third floor to completely block the stairwell entrance from the third floor.

Some female villagers wanted to come and help, but Jier refused: "You all should rest well first; by noon at the latest, it will be safe here."

After finishing, Jier put away his weapons and equipment, reiterated that they should wait quietly for the battle to end, and then jumped down from the third floor.

Thump!

Jier landed steadily on his feet and waved at the female villagers looking down from above, signaling that he was fine: "Everyone hide first, do not expose yourselves! If you encounter danger, take the enemies' weapons from earlier and fight them! The enemy is about to fail, and they will vent their madness; do not surrender, you must fight!"

Seeing them nod, Jier then whistled, summoning the Tianxuecao that was wandering nearby.

Whoosh—the Tianxuecao crashed directly through a large section of the fence, scaring the dogs in the yard back into their Dog Kennel.

Jier mounted his horse, waved at the female villagers on the third floor of the house again, and then rode around the house to confirm there were no more enemy Soldiers nearby before circling toward the Grain Warehouse in the south of the village, preparing to support Priest Bataer and the others.

While passing through the middle of the village, the enemy on the Church Bell Tower even fired a Heavy Crossbow Bolt at him.

But Jier had been keeping an eye on this person; seeing the opponent raise the heavy crossbow to aim at him, Jier prepared to block.

Swish—

The opponent's armor-piercing Heavy Crossbow Bolt flew over, but Jier threw his Soldier Shield one step ahead, meeting the flight trajectory of the opponent's bolt.

With a crack, the Soldier Shield made of sturdy wood was shattered directly by the Heavy Crossbow Bolt, but correspondingly, the bolt also lost its force and accuracy, landing a few steps away from Jier.

Shaking his fist at the opponent, Jier squeezed the horse's flanks, signaling the Tianxuecao to accelerate along the village's dirt road toward the Grain Warehouse in the south. The village was not large, so Jier had just gotten the warhorse up to speed when they arrived at the Grain Warehouse.

As soon as he approached, he could hear the shouts of battle and the clashing of swords.

"Everyone! Assemble and fight!"

"Archers! Fire! Fire!"

"Counterattack! We fire too!"

"Go to hell!"

"Hahahaha, this fight is satisfying! Come and take another move from me!"

The roars of men and the hearty shouts echoed through the several roads near the Grain Warehouse.

As soon as Jier arrived, he saw Priest Bataer acting as the core of the defensive battle, standing in the middle of the street to block the enemy from charging straight through. Not far from the enemy side, a Defeated Soldier who had been thrown far away and died with a broken neck hung on a fence. Other Defeated Soldiers, to avoid following in his footsteps, scattered to break through from the courtyards of villagers' houses on both sides of the street.

Their own side had also sent out skilled fighters to engage in duels with the outnumbered enemies. But it was not a one-on-one fight; rather, two or three of their own people, plus one or two Mao Mao for support, were dealing with just one enemy.

Even so, the close-quarters combat between the two sides had entered a stalemate.

For this reason, Aoni called for the archers on the nearby roof to volley at an enemy, but unexpectedly, the enemy had not sent everyone out; including the Soldier Captain leading the team, two Defeated Soldiers standing in the back row pulled out Soldier Bows and shot from bottom to top at the roof, interfering with the archers' combat.

With no cover on the roof, the archers had to retreat to the other side of the roof to avoid the arrows, but this way they could not see the battle in the street below. However, as long as they exposed themselves to shoot, the Soldiers below would shoot arrows to force them back.

But Jier's arrival completely changed the situation of the battle.

"Warrior Jier! How is it on your side?" Priest Bataer was the first to spot Jier arriving on horseback, but the question he asked was not about supporting them, but about the situation of the female villagers who had been imprisoned and humiliated.

Jier answered the Priest loudly: "No problem! They are safe for now; I have roughly cleared the Jiedian on the north side of the village and blocked the house. The enemy cannot get up."

The Priest finally breathed a sigh of relief, and then, without needing him to say anything more, Jier had already charged over on horseback.

Holding a Dwarf Soldier Spear, he rode his horse to crash through the fence of a villager's yard, unexpectedly stabbing a Defeated Soldier who was not wearing Soldier Armor from behind, and then he used the spear to lift the opponent up; with a burst of strength, the sharp Gun-blade cut the enemy Soldier's body.

The few Warriors who had been struggling bitterly watched in a daze as the enemy they could not defeat no matter what was easily lifted and split open by Jier, resolved in less than a second.

Jier would not let them stand there stunned: "What are you standing there for! Immediately support the others! Everyone! The time for a counterattack has come! Kill—"

"Kill—"

"Kill them—"

As soon as Jier shouted, all the Warriors excitedly followed suit, and the momentum that had been in a stalemate or even slightly weaker was instantly reversed by Jier.

Even if the enemy Soldiers were skilled in martial arts, tall and strong, and had superior weapons and equipment, once the morale shifted during battle, the situation changed rapidly.

The previously chaotic coordination and lack of cooperation in the battle were instantly flipped; the Warriors no longer considered coordination, they all charged forward at the enemy simultaneously, roaring and waving their weapons. It looked like a life-for-a-life trade, but in reality, the Defeated Soldiers did not dare to trade their lives; they kept retreating, wanting to fall back to the Soldier Captain, and even wanting to retreat to the Church to rely on the sturdy Nongshen Church to defend and wait for reinforcements.

But these Soldiers did not know that they were just a team thrown out to be abandoned, or even used to test reactions; where would reinforcements come from?

The so-called liaison soldiers and messengers were not doing the work of asking for help, but the work of judging the enemy's strength.

Seeing the enemy about to retreat, Jier immediately turned his horse to charge at another enemy Soldier in the adjacent yard. That person watched Jier charge on horseback, treating the fence as if it were nothing, and was so scared that he turned and ran into the villager's house.

But Jier pulled the Jiansheng, making the Tianxuecao rear up, and used the Dwarf Soldier Spear in his hand as a throwing spear; he first flicked his hand to throw a pitch-black object into the room, and the next moment, Jier immediately threw the Dwarf Soldier Spear with the Dwarf Rune already activated.

Bang! Bang! Puchi—

The Dwarf Soldier Spear pierced through two walls before stabbing into the enemy Soldier's chest, ending the enemy's life.

"One person go and get my weapon back, the others continue the counterattack! Kill them all! Kill all these scumbags!"

Afterward, Jier jumped off his horse, signaled the Tianxuecao to find an enemy on its own, and he drew his Hunting Sword, leading several Warriors and Mao Mao to kill in other areas of the battle.

Jier's addition was like adding a dumbbell to a scale, instantly crushing the normal battle, which made the commanding Aoni scratch his head and lead Priest Bataer to charge straight down the street toward the position of the enemy Soldier Captain, while Weier charged up a step ahead.

Weier's eyes were burning; he knew the opportunity to distinguish himself had come. If the enemy's commander could be taken down, it would certainly be a great merit, and the opportunity was right before his eyes; he had no reason to let it slip through his hands.

The opposing Soldier Captain had realized things were going wrong and was calling for his subordinates to regroup and retreat. They intended to first retreat into the firing range of the Church Bell Tower and rely on the cover of their companion 'Arrow Tower' to retreat steadily.

No one could block the Heavy Crossbow Bolt of the 'Arrow Tower' except for that glowing Agricultural God Priest. As long as they retreated into the firing range of the heavy crossbow, the enemy Warriors' thin protective equipment would certainly not dare to pursue further, unless they did not want their lives.

If they did not want their lives and insisted on pursuing, they could indeed fight under such circumstances.

The middle-aged Squad Leader thought so, but his thoughts were wishful; in reality, the first step had already fallen into chaos.

A Warrior wearing low-protection clothing suddenly charged at the two of them. At first, the Squad Leader did not take the opponent seriously, merely waving his hand to let his nearby companion step forward to handle it, while he intended to rely on his bow and arrow to support other companions in their retreat.

But the Defeated Soldier, who had put away his bow and drawn his Long Sword to face the enemy, had only exchanged blows for a moment before being kicked away by Weier, sent flying in the direction where Aoni and the others were approaching.

"Ha! Your life is mine!"

Weier said, rushing over excitedly.

The middle-aged Squad Leader immediately threw the Soldier Bow in his hand at the opponent. As Weier swung his sword to deflect the bow, the Squad Leader drew a Short Sword with his left hand and a Long Sword with his right. Crouching slightly, he first made the long and short swords clash with a crisp sound, then held the Short Sword in his left hand with an underhand grip and the Long Sword in his right with an overhand grip, and with a movement of his body, he charged at Weier.

As soon as Weier saw the opponent's movements, he knew he was a skilled fighter and was extremely excited! He also unleashed all his skills.

First, he used the toe of his Boot to kick a cloud of dust and dirt from the ground straight at the opponent's face. This was a dirty trick he had learned from the Bandit. Although unrefined, it was effective.

The more dilapidated the environment, the more effective this move was. Ever since Changmai Cunzi had been occupied by these Defeated Soldiers, no one had been responsible for cleaning the village streets, so there was plenty of dust and dirt blown in by the wind, especially since not a drop of rain had fallen this year; one could leave a dusty footprint just by stepping on the dirt road of the street.

While the opponent's face was covered by the suddenly kicked-up dust, Weier lowered his body and charged at him from his right side—the enemy's left—his Long Sword poised to strike, intending to first attack the enemy's left leg, then knock away the weapon in the enemy's left hand, suppressing the enemy's movement and defense.

But the middle-aged Squad Leader was no slouch in martial arts; he had practiced them back in his hometown when he was a Tax Officer, and after becoming a Soldier, he had practiced even more diligently every day. At this moment, although his eyes were blurred by the dust, he knew by instinct alone how the enemy was going to launch his attack.

He immediately moved his body to the right, his left leg alternating in a lateral retreat, and the Short Sword in his left hand was actually thrown toward his head, while he boldly tossed the Long Sword from his right hand to his left and swung it roughly, blocking the sword thrust Weier had prepared.

It was roughly blocked; after all, the middle-aged Squad Leader was constantly shifting laterally to the right, a movement that weakened the power of Weier's thrust, and he raised his right hand just in time to catch the Short Sword he had thrown upward.

Once the Short Sword was in his right hand, he immediately counterattacked against Weier.

At this moment, the Long Sword in his left hand was stuck to Weier's weapon; Weier moved his Long Sword to the left, and he moved his to the left as well; Weier pulled his Long Sword back, and he pushed his forward in tandem. Meanwhile, the true killing blow came from his right hand, as the Short Sword in his right hand thrust directly at Weier's neck without any obstruction.

But Weier was no amateur either; he twisted his right hand, forcibly separating the weapons that were stuck together, and then pulled his wrist back with a series of taps, forcing back the enemy's Short Sword attack.

At this point, the rapid exchange of attack, defense, and counter-deflection between the two finally ended.

Weier retreated two steps, exhaled, and said with a look of regret: "What a pity. If it were before, I would definitely have found you for a one-on-one realistic practice for several days, so we could improve each other's martial arts."

The middle-aged Squad Leader's face was gloomy, for he also knew his situation was dire now.

"But it is a pity that your excellent martial arts have instead harmed you. If your skills were poor, you should have retreated early; perhaps you could have lived a little longer. But you shouldn't have relied on your martial arts to fight me."

Weier stepped back, clearing the path to let Bata'er Jiaoshi and Aoni walk up.

The previous Defeated Soldier, the one kicked away by Weier, was now shrouded in a dim yellow light, motionless, as if he had turned into a small insect in amber, his time frozen in that eternal state.

Bata'er Jiaoshi had just lightly tapped with the Amber Metal Long Staff in his hand, and the opponent had completely lost the ability to fight.

At this moment, the Priest held the Agricultural God Wooden Statue tightly in his left hand and raised the Amber Metal Long Staff high in his right, his gaze passionate and angry, ready to unleash a thunderous strike to crush the enemy at any moment.

Aoni, however, felt a bit helpless; he had wanted to cross swords with the enemy, but he hadn't expected the Priest to 'defeat' the troublesome enemy with a light touch.

But fortunately, the enemy's commander had not been able to escape; thanks to Weier's early interception, he had been stalled here.

"Aoni, Weier, attack from the left and right and force him toward my front! I will finish this man off!"

Bata'er Jiaoshi said loudly, and Aoni and Weier immediately replied in unison.

The middle-aged Squad Leader now knew he was doomed, but he unexpectedly revealed a trace of a smile on his face. It didn't matter if he died; in any case, the incriminating letters he had left behind would surely bring no small amount of trouble to those people behind the scenes.

It was even better the more powerful the people who defeated him were; the more powerful the enemies, the heavier the blow they could deal to the person hiding behind the scenes when they followed the clues to find the one who had plotted all of this.

This was something he himself could not do.

This was his true 'martial art', his true battle, his true counterattack.

"Ha, come, let me see your skills!" the middle-aged Squad Leader said 'arrogantly'.

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