strictlysupreme Chapter 282 Two Heroes Suppress Bandits
Chapter 282 Two Heroes Suppress Bandits
On a dilapidated mountain path, two fast horses galloped wildly, the young man on horseback standing tall and straight, his clothes fluttering in the wind.
These two people are Shi Zi and Xiao Man, who set off from Huanling City three months ago.
During the days leading up to Fengming Town.
They saw many displaced people fleeing for their lives.
Whether their homes have been destroyed and they are forced to relocate, they will always lend a helping hand whenever they encounter such situations.
The two also captured a small mountain stronghold along the way.
They were on their way that day when bandits from a village came down from the mountain and started committing atrocities.
This group not only robbed people of their money, but also brutally murdered fleeing civilians in broad daylight.
No one, male or child, was spared, while the women were dragged back to the village, where they were to be abused at will.
Upon witnessing this scene, Shi Zi and Xiao Man immediately spurred their horses and charged forward without saying a word.
Those bandits didn't have much real skill to begin with. The two men didn't even draw their swords; they dealt with more than twenty people with just their fists and feet, leaving only two survivors.
Keeping these two alive was not because Shi Zi and Xiao Man were soft-hearted.
Instead, both of them harbored the idea that they wanted to find out from the two of them whether there were other bandit dens behind them.
The two men exchanged a glance after realizing they had each left one survivor.
The meaning in their eyes was self-evident, and they smiled at each other.
The two bandits who had survived by sheer luck saw that Shi Zi and his companion possessed unfathomable martial arts skills.
His companions were lying dead on the ground in the blink of an eye. Terrified, he scrambled and fled into the depths of the mountains, not daring to look back.
The rescued people were still in shock, looking at the corpses of bandits scattered on the ground, and then at their two saviors.
They all knelt down, kowtowing repeatedly and expressing their gratitude: "Thank you so much, benefactor! Thank you so much, benefactor, for saving our lives!"
"Get up, there's no need for that." Shi Zi quickly stepped forward to help him up.
"Now is not the time to thank us. This is no place to stay any longer. You should pack your things and run for your lives."
Xiaoman urged from the side, "Yes, let's hurry to a safe place before it gets completely dark, and not delay any longer."
But everyone remained kneeling on the ground, repeatedly saying "Thank you, benefactor" and "I will never forget your great kindness," and for a moment they were reluctant to get up.
Shi Zi glanced in the direction the bandits had fled, then turned back to the others and said, "We still need to chase after those two bandits who got away."
Let's see if they have any accomplices behind them, so we can get rid of this scourge as well.
"If you don't leave now, they'll get away, and you'll only delay our plans."
Upon hearing this, the refugees knew they could no longer be a burden to their benefactor, so they quickly helped each other to their feet and hurriedly gathered their scattered belongings.
One of the men bowed tremblingly, saying, "Our benefactor is so kind and righteous, we...we will never forget him! We hope he takes care on his journey!"
"Go ahead without worry." Xiaoman waved her hand and mounted her horse.
Shi Zi also leaped onto his horse. The two exchanged a glance, turned their horses around, and chased after the bandits in the direction they had fled.
The horse's hooves kicked up dust, and it quickly disappeared at the end of the mountain road.
The refugees watched their retreating figures, bowed deeply into the distance, and then hurriedly led the villagers on their escape route.
Shi Zi and Xiao Man followed the two bandits at a distance that was neither too close nor too far.
After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the two hurriedly slipped into a mountain stronghold built against the mountainside.
"Report! Boss! Something terrible has happened!"
The two of them scrambled into the hall and knelt down, crying and shouting, before a one-eyed man with a grotesque face and a blind left eye who was sitting in the hall.
"Boss... Boss is dead! Boss is dead!"
Upon hearing his underling's words, the one-eyed man's anger surged to the top of his head.
He raised his foot and kicked him hard, cursing, "Fuck your mother! You dare to curse me to death?"
The underling was kicked and stumbled to the ground. Only then did he realize that he had said the wrong thing, and he hurriedly scrambled to his feet and kowtowed for mercy.
"No, no! Boss, spare me! It's...it's..." He was so anxious that he couldn't even speak coherently.
"What is it?" the one-eyed man roared. "Speak properly! You tell us!"
He turned his head, pointed at another person kneeling beside him, and looked at him with the fierceness of a wolf.
The man heard his boss tell him to speak.
He quickly told him that all the brothers down the mountain had been killed by the two pretty boys.
The one-eyed man was gulping down wine when he heard this, so he slammed the bowl down on the table with a loud crash, and a fierce glint flashed in his single eye.
"What?! Who's got the guts to mess with my people?"
The two bandits recounted their ordeal in trembling voices.
Before he could finish speaking, One-Eyed Dragon grabbed the gleaming broadsword beside him and roared, "A bunch of trash! Gather your men and follow me out to kill those two little brats and avenge our brothers!"
The bandits in the main hall stood up abruptly, grabbed their knives and clubs, and followed One-Eyed Dragon out of the village gate.
But as soon as they arrived at the village entrance, they saw that Shizi and Xiaoman had already reined in their horses and were standing there, staring at them coldly.
It was as if they had been waiting for them for a long time.
"Whoa!" the one-eyed man roared, pointing at the two men. "You two greenhorns killed my brothers?"
Too lazy to waste words, Shi Zi and Xiao Man exchanged a glance and simultaneously leaped off their horses, their toes barely touching the ground as they charged towards the bandits like arrows.
Although the one-eyed dragon was fierce, he also possessed considerable brute strength.
Seeing the stones rushing towards him, he immediately wielded his broadsword with great force, his moves wide and sweeping, and he was able to barely parry a few of the stones' attacks.
But his men were clearly no match for the others.
Xiaoman displayed her exquisite skills, her palms and legs weaving through the bandits.
Any bandit touched by his moves either suffered broken bones or collapsed to the ground screaming in agony; not a single one could withstand even a single blow.
While Xiaoman was dealing with the underlings, the battle between Shizi and One-Eyed Dragon had already come to a conclusion.
With a crisp clang, the one-eyed man's broadsword was kicked away by a pebble.
Immediately, a pebble struck his head, followed by a Linglong Palm Technique.
Before the one-eyed man could even groan, his two-hundred-pound body fell straight to the ground, lifeless.
In just a short while, the entrance to the village was filled with the corpses of bandits.
Shi Zi glanced at the one-eyed man lying on the ground, dead beyond any doubt.
He walked to a large rock and sat down, watching Xiao Man, who was still dealing with the other henchmen.
After Xiaoman takes care of the last bandit.
Shi Zi stood up from the rock, dusted himself off, and complained, "With only twenty or so people, it's still so difficult to fight them."
"Stop being so cheeky," Xiaoman rolled her eyes at him. "Hurry up and go inside to see if there's anyone else there."
Shi Zi crossed his arms behind his head and slowly walked into the mountain village.
The two entered the village one after the other.
The village was small, the ground was dirty and messy, and there was an unpleasant smell in the air.
From the outside in, stone houses and bamboo sheds are scattered in a staggered pattern, with a rough count revealing dozens of them.