Chapter 7

Heaven's will is unpredictable!

Amidst the surrounding screams and the corpse of Xiao Yu in front of him, Wu Ming gritted his teeth.

In a chaotic world, even a dog is better off than a man.

How could there be any room for slackness under the survival mission of the Main Hall?

Previously, if the arrow had been slightly off, the one who might have died could have been himself.

"Kill all the Han people!"

The hooves drew closer, and the nomads' archery was unparalleled. Although there were only ten riders at the moment, their arrows rained down, suppressing the city walls so that no one dared to peek. The nomads managed to reach the earth wall.

One of the nomads, who looked like a squad leader, shouted and leaped off his horse, using his hands and feet like an agile ape, and climbed up the wall in a few swift moves. His face, with a hooked nose and deep-set eyes, wore a sinister smile.

In the flickering firelight, the oil-painted totems on his face twisted and contorted, the dark blue runes seeming to want to devour someone.

Swish!

A crescent-shaped green light appeared in his hand, and as the scimitar swung, several militiamen's heads flew off, the scene extremely bloody, even making the surrounding militiamen's legs go weak.

'If we hadn't received the message and been on guard, such a manor would have fallen with just one charge...'

Wu Ming sighed, seeing more nomads rushing up, and signaled to Qin Hu and the others, who were still in a daze: "Let's go!"

At this critical moment, it was the time to show our worth.

Moreover, if Daxing Manor were really breached, and the nomads carried out a massacre, surviving for seven days would be a joke.

"The nomads want to open the gate, don't let them succeed!"

Wu Ming thought and acted accordingly, immediately targeting a nomad who had just climbed up, shouting and engaging him.

Peng!

Wu Ming's opponent was a bearded man who, without looking, swung his scimitar with a bizarre angle, fierce force, and an extremely simple and decisive move.

Wu Ming took a deep breath, suddenly lowering his body to dodge the slash and exchanged a punch with the nomad.

In the clash of energy, the bearded man's face changed, and he wielded his scimitar, slashing three times in quick succession, each slash vicious and filled with a military style.

"His strength is great, at least at the third level of the Physical Body Realm, a master whose tendons and bones resonate!"

Martial arts begin with a calm mind, followed by the refinement of skin and flesh, then tendons and bones. The next level is the Internal Strength Realm, where the five organs and six viscera are strengthened.

Wu Ming was currently at the fourth level of the Physical Body Realm, an Internal Strength Realm master, with not only his tendons and bones but also his internal organs refined. Even so, he dared not use his flesh to resist the nomad's scimitar.

His face serious, his feet moved like the wind, swiftly dodging two slashes, and he took another deep breath, his abdomen caving in, avoiding the last slash that would have split his chest.

This breath was terrifyingly deep, and Wu Ming even felt his strong lungs struggling to bear it, filled with a burning sensation. He suddenly punched out.

Bang!

The punch, filled with unrestrained force, hit the cavalryman's head, smashing him off the wall.

[One nomad cavalryman killed, 50 minor merits obtained!]

Almost as the cavalryman flipped and fell, Wu Ming heard the mechanical voice of the Main Hall in his mind.

"Ah!"

At this moment, a scream came, as Huang Ying and Kang Shouli encountered trouble.

A nomad, grinning, rushed up. Kang Shouli, at the second level of the Physical Body Realm, seeing the ferocious nomad, lost his courage and was beheaded, causing Huang Ying to scream.

On the militiamen's side, Wang Yin, with a stern face, was engaged in a fierce fight with the squad leader Tulun, their punches and kicks making loud sounds. The others, however, were all cowering, clustering around Wang Qiao, making Wu Ming want to curse.

Glancing at Qin Hu, the boy had a stern face, wielding a steel saber from somewhere, and was engaged in a fierce battle with a nomad. Seeing this, Wu Ming sighed, took a few steps, and came behind the nomad facing Huang Ying, punching him.

Unexpectedly, the nomad was prepared, suddenly turning and slashing. The blade descended over his head.

An empty, powerless feeling came, clearly missing the target, making the nomad's face show a hint of surprise. Wu Ming then grabbed the nomad's collar, lifting him up, and with a sudden release and retraction of force, slammed him down.

Peng!

In the loud sound, the nomad's neck bent at an odd angle, his head caved in, clearly dead.

"Many... many thanks, Sir Wu Ming, for your rescue!"

Huang Ying, stunned by the violent scene, finally stammered.

"No problem... just doing what I can..."

Wu Ming said casually, then saw Wang Qiao shouting, the militiamen scattering to reveal several objects, making his eyes twitch, almost cursing.

"Who dares to attack Daxing Manor? Attack!"

At Wang Qiao's angry shout, several militiamen, wearing leather armor and wielding fine steel sabers, rushed over, their presence fierce, at least at the second or third level of the Physical Body Realm.

Another group was even more brutal, taking out over a dozen longbows, and even a crossbow!

"Bows and crossbows? Armor? This is treason in any dynasty, isn't it?"

Seeing such powerful weapons, even Wu Ming's forehead broke out in a cold sweat.

He knew that in this world, not only was the high-level martial power astonishing, but even the regular military power far exceeded that of the ancient world of his previous life.

Sure enough, seeing this formation, the nomad leader Tulun's face changed, shouting a few words, and no longer engaging Wang Yin, quickly jumping off the wall.

The surviving nomads retreated, and more arrows flew from the darkness.

"Want to run? Ask me first!"

Wang Yin, red-eyed with rage, suddenly grabbed the crossbow, and under the firelight, pulled the trigger at the nomads below.

Buzz!

The bowstring sounded like a thunderclap, the powerful mechanism making a sound like a thunderbolt, even making Wu Ming's ears ring.

Puff!

The nomad leader Tulun had just landed on his horse when the arrow followed, the kinetic energy not only piercing his chest but also embedding itself in the horse's back!

One arrow, two kills!

Seeing their leader fall, the trembling nomads lost their courage, and Qin Hu seized the opportunity, beheading his opponent, a hint of joy on his face.

The nomads' curses and arrows came from below.

The militiamen on the earth wall also mustered their courage, shouting and shooting into the darkness, the noise lasting for a long time before gradually subsiding.

...

In the morning, Daxing Manor was shrouded in sorrow and solemnity.

In the ancestral hall, the villagers surrounded the coffins, their eyes red, women and children crying bitterly.

Wu Ming, Qin Hu, and Huang Ying, who had collected the bodies of Kang Shouli and Xiao Yu, felt as if a heavy stone was pressing on their hearts.

"Thank you for your help last night!"

Wang Qiao, with his arm in a sling, came to greet Wu Ming and the others: "Please rest assured, Sir, we will properly take care of your companion's coffin..."

It had to be said that Wu Ming and Qin Hu's outburst last night left a deep impression on Wang Qiao.

After all, two martial artists at the third or fourth level of the Physical Body Realm were absolute experts in Daxing Manor, and no one except Wang Yin could resist them.

"Thank you, Headman, for your high moral standards!"

Wu Ming's eyes were slightly red: "But the nomads are cruel and will not stop here... We must prepare early!"

He knew that while he might not fear close combat with ordinary nomad cavalry, if he faced them on the plains, he would be slaughtered.

Even in close combat, a single Tulun was enough to give him a headache.

In comparison, they must stand together with Daxing Manor to have any chance of survival.

"Of course, I know. Last night was just the vanguard. Historically, the nomads usually send at least a hundred-man squad..."

Wang Qiao smiled bitterly, looking as if he wanted to say more but held back.

Wu Ming naturally knew what he was thinking and said directly: "I can write a letter, but there are surely nomad scouts around Daxing Manor, so..."

These words made Wang Qiao's heart sink, and he was at a loss: "What can we do? What can we do..."

It had to be said that although this man had some cunning, after a long period of peace, suddenly facing a bloody battle, his performance was not bad.

However, no matter what he thought, Wu Ming would definitely not agree to anything.

After all, if he could really call for reinforcements, that would be a miracle!

But now was different from before. Even if Wang Qiao noticed something amiss, could he push them, the fresh troops, out?

Moreover, this man probably dared not openly state the facts, cutting off the last hope of the entire manor.

In a drowning situation, even the last straw would be clung to.

Perhaps, in Wang Qiao's heart, he was still desperately deceiving himself.

Wu Ming's lips curled into a smile and said: "I know the nomads are cruel and inhumane, and we must be prepared for their tactics!"

...

Not far from Daxing Manor.

In a temporary camp.

Dozens of nomads stood solemnly, gathered around a shaman wearing a deer antler mask, black and white robes, and a blood-red drum at his waist.

In front of them, several bound and dejected nomads knelt, apparently the cavalry from last night's attack on Daxing Manor.

"The Wolf God blesses us!"

The shaman suddenly spoke: "According to the rules of the steppe... since your squad leader died in battle, your entire squad should be sacrificed!"

His eyes under the deer antler mask showed no emotion, but the captives trembled.

"Go! Your lives will be inherited by us, and we will wash away the shame of that place with blood!"

The shaman stepped forward, grabbed the hair of a kneeling captive, and a golden dagger appeared in his right hand. He swiftly slit the captive's throat.

The arteries were cut, and large amounts of blood gushed out, making the shaman's blood-red drum seem even more vivid...

"Aligu! Go, erase that manor from the earth!"

The shaman's voice was mysterious, his eyes looking around the camp, where piles of grain in burlap sacks and a large number of innocent Han captives were gathered...