Chapter 783: The Scum Jier Who Injures People While Riding

Jier rode on horseback, letting Tianxuecao trot closer to the group of bandits blocking the Shanglu.

He had not expected that before he had even launched an attack, the chaotic bandits ahead would disregard him and take the initiative to attack him instead.

Most of these bandits charging at him now were young people only a few years older than him; at most, they had layered a few pieces of half-new, half-old clothing they had found somewhere over their original farmer attire, and they held tattered swords and blades that did not reflect much sunlight.

Just like that, in small groups of familiar companions, they ran toward him in a disorganized, formation-less mess.

It looked as if they wanted to hack him and his animal companion down with those broken blades and rotten swords.

Are they kidding?

The corners of Jier's mouth curled up, and he let out a low, humming laugh. Even if he stood still and let them hack at him, this bunch could do nothing to him; what made these people think that a larger number would be enough to take him down?

Not to mention that they lacked large-scale projectile weapons; to confront an enemy on horseback, did these people not think that their two legs could catch up to four?

Surely not? Surely not?

"Show them what you've got! Tianxuecao! Fight! Fight!"

Jier shouted, his legs suddenly clamping the horse's belly, causing the warhorse to gallop forward, no longer trotting.

The two sides faced each other, rapidly closing the distance face-to-face; the warhorse galloping on the Shanglu made a heavy, rumbling sound of hooves, its momentum far more formidable than the slogans and profanities shouted by the scattered young bandits.

Some of the guys who hadn't been dizzied by the Bandit Leader's empty promises had already sensed something was wrong, but since their companions all around were attacking and running, those who felt something was off couldn't turn back either; they could only pant heavily in anxiety, following along with worried expressions on their faces.

Jier watched the bandits drawing closer and reached his right hand back to the weapon rack behind him for the Full Metal Double-Edged Spear, but he hesitated for a moment and did not take the weapon down.

He then reached his hand toward the Hunting Sword hanging on his left waist; this Spirit weapon was quite excited at the moment, trembling slightly in the Sword Sheath, waiting for its master to draw it to kill the enemy. But Jier still hesitated and did not draw the sword.

"What should I do? I really don't want to kill anyone; the enemies look like they'll die at a single touch, and the trouble will still be blamed on me, and they'll come back to haunt me in my dreams, #￥#."

Jier cursed in dissatisfaction, but his eyes darted nimbly, glancing down at Tianxuecao, who was charging hard and clad in a full set of Horse Armor, and he had an idea.

"Good partner, good partner, today I'm counting on you!"

Jier shouted at Tianxuecao's twitching horse ears amidst the gallop, then grabbed the handle on the armor behind the horse's neck with one hand to steady his body, while pulling the reinforced and thickened horse Jiansheng with the other, beginning to adjust the direction of the warhorse's run.

He did not let the warhorse crash straight into the front where the enemies were most numerous; instead, he pulled the Jiansheng, letting the warhorse run toward the side edge of the enemy crowd.

Amidst the rumbling sound of galloping hooves, Tianxuecao sensed its master's instruction and obediently adjusted its direction to charge toward the side of the enemy.

The main Shanglu and the wasteland outside the road sometimes had low Suishi walls up to half a meter high built near the Village; at this moment, Tianxuecao leaped hard while running, jumping directly over this low Suishi wall that a horse pulling a cart could never have crossed.

The next moment, the massive hooves, fixed with Horseshoe at the bottom, shattered and splashed large patches of soft wasteland soil outside the Shanglu upon landing; the soft, dry soil splattered like muddy water, causing nearby shrubs and flowers to tremble violently, with flowers and leaves falling to the ground in tatters.

"Whoa—"

With an excited whinny, Tianxuecao, under Jier's control, charged straight toward a guy at the very edge of the bandits. This person was so scared silly that he even forgot to dodge or move forward; the old Short Sword held high in his hand was like a broken wooden stick, and the whole person was completely terrified by the Knight and warhorse charging straight at him.

"Ah ah?? Ah————"

The man had barely let out half a cry when the heavy warhorse, charging at high speed, slammed heavily into his body with a muffled *thud*.

The bandit's head and chest happened to collide with the front Metal Breastplate of Tianxuecao; with a crisp sound, more than half of the young man's head was crushed, his chest emitted an eerie and ominous sound of ribs and sternum breaking, and his neck was first pulled taut under the heavy impact, then twisted a full circle or more as the head turned, and the whole person died instantly.

*Boom, boom*, Tianxuecao continued to run forward, while the young man who had just been killed by the impact was tossed sideways like an unwanted, unloved rag doll, flying several meters away and landing face-down in the lush shrubbery, motionless.

"Ah~?"

Many bandits' eyes were fixed on the charging Knight, and after seeing this brutal scene, quite a few were so scared they jumped.

Some of the "brave" young men who were fierce in appearance but weak in spirit had their legs go soft, tripping over their own feet and falling to the ground.

"It makes me so mad!!!"

The burly Bandit Leader saw this scene and went completely insane with rage; he gritted his teeth and growled this sentence. Because he was still about a hundred meters away from the young bandits charging in front, he saw clearly that the Knight hadn't even drawn a weapon; facing the attacking bandits, he had simply driven the warhorse to trample his men to death!

Looking down on them, were they?

"Give that arrogant Knight some bitterness to taste! Hunting Flying Axe, go!"

The Bandit Leader roared in anger, and then no longer lingered behind with his men; dozens of experienced bandits ran forward directly with him, and as they ran, they each pulled a small hand axe slightly larger than a palm from their lower backs—in fact, this thing counted as a Flying Axe, mainly used for throwing to kill enemies.

These people rushed forward quickly, wading through the shrubs and flowers everywhere, splitting left and right, attempting to flank the arrogant and careless Knight who was injuring people while riding.

Jier had a good view from horseback, and as soon as he turned his head, he saw these menacing bandits. These people were all dressed in strange, grotesque ways, looking more like bandits who raided the Shanglu and committed violence than the young bandits fleeing in all directions around Jier.

His eyes were very sharp; although he was moving at high speed on horseback, he still saw that many bandits were holding a short-handled small axe in their right hands that reflected the sunlight.

"Throwing axes? Ha, that's something I can take for myself to use."

Jier pulled the Jiansheng again, letting Tianxuecao knock away a young bandit who was only concerned with holding his head and fleeing.

This person was somewhat unlucky; others at most suffered serious injuries from being knocked away, but this guy was different—he happened to fly forward when knocked away, so after falling to the ground, he was heavily trampled by the galloping Tianxuecao.

One must know that at this time, the warhorse itself, along with Jier on its back, was fully armored and armed, weighing over a ton. When the horse's hoof trampled heavily on this unlucky guy's abdomen while running, the guy's Viscera burst through his belly on the spot, staining the lower part of Tianxuecao's armor red.

"Good fellow."

Jier knew what had happened just by the sound and let out a sigh, then pulled the Jiansheng to knock away another person, and while the warhorse was galloping past, he bent down and reached out to scoop up a young bandit who had escaped the disaster.

This guy was burying his head and running for his life, but suddenly his whole body flew off the ground, and he was held in mid-air on one side of the warhorse by Jier with one hand.

The sudden change scared him into wailing, not knowing what to do.

He flailed his arms wildly, hitting out with his rotten blade and old sword, and his legs also kicked hard at the Knight behind him.

Jier was careless and let the man kick him once; it didn't matter, but it didn't look very good. The civilians and Armed Civilian in the distance were still watching him from afar, so this wouldn't do.

It damaged his image.

Jier then turned the person around and "gently" knocked the opponent's head against the metal spike on his own shoulder; the young bandit immediately quieted down, his face covered in blood.

Being young is good; sleep whenever you want.

Controlling the warhorse's direction with the Jiansheng, Jier circled a semicircle and charged on horseback diagonally toward the real bandits.

He scanned the bandits with his eyes and then locked onto their leader.

And the burly Bandit Leader also stared fiercely at the Knight looking over, shouting loudly: "Throw! Kill him for me!!!"

In battle, momentum is everything; regardless of whether half of the people's Flying Axes would miss the target due to the distance, the Bandit Leader took the initiative, leading the charge himself while roaring, and using the forward momentum of his long strides, he swung his right arm and spun his Flying Axe out.

The subordinates around him, following his shouts, also used their practiced throwing motions to fling their Flying Axes toward the direction of the Knight.

*Swish, swish, swish, swish*, in just an instant, a large expanse of reflective weapons reflecting the sunlight from overhead were all thrown and spinning toward him. It was like steel butterflies dancing gracefully in a fleeting moment, or like the grim reaper dancing with metal Sickle, preparing to harvest lives.

Jier's eyes widened; he was also shocked by this scene. Honestly, with this kind of power and quantity of Flying Axe throws, if there were no proper defense, the Baron's army would have suffered dozens of casualties if they encountered this.

Of course, the throwing range of the Flying Axe is a major flaw; it can only be deployed before close-quarters combat. Facing the crossbows in the hands of the Kendall County Militia, there is not the slightest chance to use them in a formal battle.

Most would likely be shot into hedgehogs or porcupines by the continuous volley of crossbow bolts before even getting close.

This Flying Axe throwing technique of the Bandits was specifically designed and trained for countering fierce beasts and Monsters in the mountains and forests while they were hiding from suppression.

No matter how troublesome a mysterious Monster or cunning, ferocious beast was, the Bandits would simply throw a massive wave of axes; afterwards, one could only find chunks of the original creature's flesh and blood amidst the wreckage of the colliding Flying Axes, and a complete, intact corpse was basically impossible to find.

From this, it is evident that the power of this mass of Flying Axes is astonishing.

However, Jier is not a Monster or beast that fights on instinct; when his gaze swept over these Bandits earlier, he had already seen what these people intended to do. Therefore, at this moment, when the Bandits' hand axes left their hands and flew toward him, Jier also threw the unlucky young Bandit who had been "resting quietly" in his hands directly into the face of the incoming swarm of Flying Axes.

The two met and collided in mid-air; the next moment, there was the tragic sound of flesh and blood being smashed and severed, accompanied by broken human bodies falling and scattering, as well as many Flying Axes that fell to the ground after exhausting a wave of their momentum.

Jier had gauged that the Flying Axes thrown by the majority of the Bandits could not reach him and his warhorse; of all the thrown Flying Axes, only a small number of Bandits close to him and some strong Bandits standing in the center of the Bandit Group could reach his distance.

Therefore, when Jier threw the young Bandit to "intercept" the Flying Axes in mid-air, what he was "intercepting" was this wave of high-threat Flying Axes.

*Puff, puff, puff, puff*, one by one, the Flying Axes exhausted their momentum, spinning as they fell to the ground, cutting down all the flowers and grass on the wasteland and smashing them into pieces. A small number of Flying Axes luckily dodged the young Bandit's "interception" and finally came killing toward Jier, spinning with a *whoosh*.

The warhorse's Armor is thick and sturdy, so it actually does not need much care or worry from Jier; therefore, facing these incoming Flying Axes, Jier timed it right and used the metal Arm Guard on his right forearm to block them continuously with a *clang, clang, clang*, actively parrying these weapons that were not fast but made a loud sound.

"Whew, quite impressive."

Jier praised, shaking his blocking right arm; at this moment, his forearm was slightly numb, and deep impact marks from the blocking were left on the armored Arm Guard. Steel is indeed much harder than a human body; the Flying Axes that could sever a person's limb in one go could only leave some impact marks on the steel Arm Guard.

After surviving this wave of attacks, Jier continued to spur his horse to charge toward the Bandits; these Bandits were not afraid—perhaps they knew that being afraid was useless—so they raised or drew their original weapons and rushed up together with roars.

Can a Knight's warhorse not knock people dead or flying? Then if we all rush up together, how many can you deal with?

Once the Knight loses the warhorse's charging speed and momentum, they will swarm up like ants, and even biting could bite the Knight to death.

"Kill them!!!"

Jier had not seen such ferocious Bandits often before; naturally, he would not let these Bandits' plans succeed. He turned the horse's head to avoid the charging Bandits, just casually grabbing a Cleaver from one guy on the edge of the crowd, and along with it, pulled this Bandit who was gripping his weapon out of the crowd.

With a flick of his hand, this Bandit who was gripping his weapon tightly was thrown by him in front of the warhorse, and immediately upon landing, was heavily trampled by the heavy horse hooves that followed in succession.

Like the person trampled before, no matter how ferocious this Bandit was, one hoof went down, hitting him squarely in the chest; his entire chest collapsed, and his abdomen bulged out accordingly.

"Ha, I didn't kill him. Don't come looking for me tonight!"

Jier laughed heartily and slapped the warhorse's neck hard.

"Long-eared Tisi!"

The fat and sturdy Bandit Leader roared; the Bandit trampled to death by the warhorse was actually a small leader under his command. But no matter how much he roared, if he couldn't catch up, he couldn't catch up; he ran with all his might toward the Knight, only to watch helplessly as the Knight rode the warhorse further and further away from him.

And at this moment, this Knight enemy had not even used any of his own weapons, dealing with their group in a way that was almost insulting and playful.

"Boss! Retreat! Retreat to the Shulin first; we can't fight this guy on the open ground in the wild!"

"False Hand" followed the Bandit Leader with all his might, seeing that their group, usually so arrogant, had no way to deal with this Knight enemy. This is not the way; the opponent can completely use this method of charging and trampling back and forth to trample them to death one by one on this land.

Although the Bandit Leader was angry, he was a sensible person; he knew that the previous intelligence was wrong, and that a Knight enemy they could not deal with was hidden in the Refugee Team that seemed to be a match for them, so they must not fight hard at this time.

But he also did not want to give up the chance to eat this Refugee Team alone for nothing, even if he knew that this Knight enemy was not someone they could deal with.

Three different Bandit Groups eating one portion of meat—how could that be as filling as eating a portion of meat alone?

Even if this piece of meat still seemed to be growing on the body of a beast, and they had no way to take down this beast for the time being.

"Retreat! Retreat first to the Shulin by the Shanglu under the Village mountain, and avoid the Knight's warhorse there."

He shouted like this, using a method that was almost a roar to reunite the chaotic Bandits.

Following this order to retreat, the young Bandits who had previously scattered and fled to hide seemed to finally come to their senses from the panic, and one after another, regardless of anything else, turned around and ran toward the direction they had come from.

At this time, their speed in fleeing—no, in retreating and maneuvering—was much faster than when they were attacking before.

Some people kept turning their heads to look behind them while running, fearing that the Knight was chasing and charging behind them.

Some people were not just focused on fleeing; they threw various things at the Knight who was riding his horse and hurting people everywhere, using whatever was at hand. However, these various things, including swords and weapons, luckily hit the Knight, but apart from making some harmless *ding-ding-dang-dang* sounds, they had no effect at all.

The fat and sturdy Bandit Leader still wanted his subordinates to pick up the previously thrown Flying Axes while retreating, but was driven away by Jier, who had his eyes on this batch of Flying Axes, as he rode his horse. This scene instantly broke the Bandit Leader out in a cold sweat, realizing why this Knight was so strange.

It turned out he had his eyes on these Flying Axes of his and his subordinate Bandits.

These weapons were all forged over several years in their original lair in the mountains and forests by several blacksmiths he had kidnapped before.

Of course, if one does not consider the technical level, several Village blacksmiths would not need such a long time to forge dozens of specialized throwing axes; it was mainly because various materials in the mountains and forests were extremely difficult to replenish, and it was all because the Bandit Leader would occasionally go out to plunder and specifically send people to nearby villages and towns to buy materials little by little to bring back for forging.

They survived in the mountains and forests by relying on their bravery and cunning, as well as the gradually added throwing Flying Axes. Being lucky enough not to encounter particularly troublesome Monsters and Magic Beasts was also one of the reasons.

"We can't let that Knight take our things away! Otherwise, if word gets out, how can we continue to hang around in the vicinity?"

The Bandit Leader said this, but the trusted subordinates around him only stayed by his side; no one had the guts to rush out of their own group again to go up and fight the Knight one-on-one.

Everyone understood that the other party hadn't even used their real skills, and their side was already a routed army, only able to "retreat" to fight again.

Wanting to go up and snatch back the dozens of Flying Axes the Knight had his eyes on—that might be a bit difficult?