Chapter 1201: First Volume, Chapter 1201: The Savior of Maguan Village

First Volume, Chapter 1201: The Savior of Maguan Village

Chen Yanzong's eyes turned icy: "Brat, you're tired of living?"

Xiao Mazi wiped his tears, raised his Bow and Arrow again, aimed at Chen Yanzong, and wailed: "Maguan Village has no cowards!"

Ding!

The arrow was deflected again; Xiao Mazi pulled his last arrow from his lower back, aiming it at Chen Yanzong's cheek.

But Chen Yanzong picked up the Eyebrow Guard from the ground, reattached it, and through the gap in the guard, his eyes glared at Xiao Mazi like a beast.

"Not even Maguan Village, let alone all of Shedynasty, has many men who stand to piss."

"Since I came to Nan Jing, I've personally slaughtered five hundred or three hundred civilians—so far, not one has dared stop us."

"Nan Jing will soon be our Heaven."

"Brat, remember this: Your grandfather Chen Yanzong will one day become the top man in Nan Jing!"

"I'll use you to sharpen my blade."

Chen Yanzong strode toward Xiao Mazi; seeing the boy trembling, tears streaming down his face, Chen Yanzong burst into laughter.

All of Shedynasty is full of cowards; the Nan Jing troops huddle inside their Cities, and that bastard Qin Feng spends his days with Nubi.

None of them can accomplish anything!

The women and children hiding in the Ancestral Hall pressed against the Window, watching the entire scene.

Seeing the three Ma brothers lying in pools of blood, and Xiao Mazi trembling yet refusing to flee, the women and children wept uncontrollably.

"Who will come to save us?"

"Why do these imperial soldiers come to kill us?"

"Xiao Mazi, run! The Old Ma Family has only you left—run…"

"Big Brother Mazi, you can't beat him."

Xiao Mazi gripped his Bow and Arrow tightly; his final arrow never left the string. Though young, he knew how thick Chen Yanzong's Heavy Armor was—his father and uncle's full-force strikes couldn't pierce it.

What use was his small bow, meant for hunting rabbits?

Xiao Mazi was terrified; his legs shook uncontrollably. To him, Chen Yanzong advancing toward him was like a death-bringing ghost.

But he couldn't run. The whole village was built by the Old Ma Family. Now all the adults were dead; he, the last Ma boy, must bear the spine of Maguan Village.

Just as Xiao Mazi was about to collapse to the ground, he was stunned to see Chen Yanzong stop.

"What's going on?"

Xiao Mazi froze, looked closely, and saw Chen Yanzong staring straight up behind him.

At the same time, the women and children in the Ancestral Hall fell silent, all turning to look down the village path behind Xiao Mazi.

There, a man clad in Black Armor, riding a white Warhorse, holding a War Spear, walked slowly down the path.

Xiao Mazi turned and stared at the sudden appearance of the Zhonglang Jiang, his eyes widening.

"You… who are you?"

Xiao Mazi and the women of Maguan Village didn't recognize him, but Chen Yanzong instantly knew: the man was Qin Feng.

Qin Feng's eyes, sharp as an eagle, coldly fixed on Chen Yanzong, and answered Xiao Mazi's question.

"I am the Imperial Commander of Pacification, Qin Feng, King of the Northern Border."

Imperial…

Hearing the word "Imperial," Xiao Mazi burst into loud sobs: "Again? Another imperial soldier?"

Xiao Mazi turned and pointed at Chen Yanzong, wailing: "He's imperial too!"

Qin Feng's face was expressionless: "These dogs slaughtered civilians to smear the Imperial Army."

"I received word and came all the way from Gusu City just to kill this son of a bitch."

Hearing Qin Feng's words, Xiao Mazi finally realized: the raiders who attacked Maguan Village and killed his family weren't imperial troops.

They were wolves in sheep's clothing.

"King of the Northern Border… Lord Qin, you've come to save us?"

Qin Feng blurted out: "Of course!"

Realizing Maguan Village was finally saved, Xiao Mazi's tense body relaxed, and he collapsed to the ground, screaming in raw, desperate sobs.

Maguan Village was saved—but Xiao Mazi's entire family was dead.

Qin Feng pulled the Reins, guiding his Warhorse slowly toward Chen Yanzong; Chen Yanzong began retreating uncontrollably.

"Qin… Qin Feng! How did you end up in Maguan Village?"

"Was tonight's whole thing your trap—to lure me in?"

Hearing this, Qin Feng sneered, his tone dripping with contempt.

"Lure me in? You're worthy of those words? I've met countless heroes—you're just a petty thief, Wu Heli."

Wu Heli?

Chen Yanzong realized Qin Feng had mistaken him; he ripped off his Eyebrow Guard and growled: "I am Chen Yanzong. My elder brother never came."

Qin Feng raised an eyebrow: "Chen Yanzong? Wu Heli's sworn brother?"

"Where is Wu Heli?"

Feeling Qin Feng's disdain, Chen Yanzong flew into a rage: "Am I not important enough for you to come to Maguan Village?"

"Qin Feng, you're arrogant beyond measure!"

Qin Feng had no patience for Chen Yanzong's bluster: "I'll ask you one last time—where is Wu Heli?"

Chen Yanzong gritted his teeth, picked up the last War Spear from the ground, and pointed it at Qin Feng: "You want me to betray my brother? Dream on!"

"I've long wanted revenge for the insult at Ming County. You've come at the perfect time—let's see who walks out of Maguan Village alive tonight."

"This time, you've got no Black Riders to protect you."

Too many people had fallen to Qin Feng; he couldn't possibly remember Chen Yanzong, some lowly thug.

Since the opponent refused to surrender, Qin Feng naturally ceased wasting words; he squeezed his thighs against the Warhorse's flanks, and the Warhorse charged straight at Chen Yanzong.

Chen Yanzong adopted a stance, raised his long spear high, aimed at Qin Feng, preparing to stab him straight off his Warhorse.

But the next instant, Chen Yanzong's expression changed drastically.

Qin Feng suddenly thrust his War Spear forward—a single lunge, and the seven-foot-one-inch War Spear sent Chen Yanzong flying.

Chen Yanzong's short, thick long spear couldn't even reach the Warhorse's head.

Boom!

Chen Yanzong crashed heavily to the ground, dazed and disoriented from the impact.

Against the militia of Maguan Village, Chen Yanzong had slaughtered freely, nearly invincible—but against Qin Feng, he was defeated in a single strike.

Qin Feng tugged the Reins, wheeling his Warhorse around, and looked down at the fallen Chen Yanzong with a cold snort: "Used to bullying Commoners, now you don't know how to fight real Armored Warriors?"

"What's that you're holding? A firestick?"

"When Armored Warriors form a formation, even Heavy Cavalry struggles to break through—yet what can you, a single Armored Warrior, possibly accomplish?"

Had the distance been longer and the Warhorse's speed sufficient, Qin Feng's earlier spear thrust would have killed Chen Yanzong instantly.