Chapter Nine: Seeking Wealth, Not Life

Hundreds of spears stood upright, and a proud, unmoving force of three hundred soldiers stood neatly in two rows, sending chills down the spines of onlookers. It felt as if a great mountain pressed heavily on their hearts, making even breathing difficult.

“Chief Xiao,” a villager called out hurriedly upon seeing Xiao Hu.

Xiao Hu quickly approached the western courtyard wall and whispered, “What’s the situation with the bandits outside?”

“No attack yet,” the villager replied. “Those bandits outside might actually be disguised border troops. Such a well-organized battle formation is rare even among the border army. I fear our village can’t hold them off.”

Xiao Hu leaned over the wall to glance outside.

In the twilight’s fading light, just an arrow’s distance away, a long line of bandits stood in perfect order, spears like a dense forest. The entire formation was as immovable as a mountain, inspiring dread.

He slowly pulled his head back behind the wall, muttering angrily, “Damn it, when did bandits become this strong? Anyone who didn’t know would think they’re official troops!”

One villager anxiously said, “Chief Xiao, you have to think of something. With just us and the farmers who only know how to wield hoes, there’s no way to stop those bandits.”

“What the hell ideas could I have?” Xiao Hu cursed in frustration. “Let’s wait until they attack. If we can’t hold them, we’ll retreat. We can’t let our brothers die alongside Old Zheng.”

Just then, Liu Heng stepped in front of the three hundred new recruits, standing just an arrow’s flight away from Zheng Village.

“Archers!”

At Liu Heng’s shout, over fifty archers swiftly emerged from the forest, kneeling on one knee before the band of recruits. They drew their bows, arrows aimed squarely at Zheng Village.

The appearance of the archers startled Xiao Hu, who was crouched behind the wall.

Zheng Village had only a dozen or so archers, yet the bandits outside possessed over fifty.

Having once served in the border army, Xiao Hu could tell at a glance whether someone was a true archer just by the way they drew their bow. Though the distance was a bit far, he could faintly recognize that the longbows in the bandits’ hands were standard military issue.

Realizing this, he became even more certain that these bandits were no ordinary thieves. If not for their ragged clothing, he would have thought they were elite border troops.

“Listen up, people of the village.” Liu Heng shouted toward Zheng Village. “We are here to demand wealth—silver or grain, either will do. If you gather enough ransom money, my men will leave immediately without disturbing your land. Otherwise, Zheng Village will be wiped out without a trace.”

Liu Heng raised his right hand.

“Kill! Kill! Kill!” The three hundred new recruits behind him shouted in unison.

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Meanwhile, torches began to flicker deeper in the forest, forming a long fiery dragon.

Shadows danced among the trees, interspersed with countless figures. Torches were lit every seven or eight steps, making it appear from Zheng Village’s perspective as if the forest was densely packed with men.

Xiao Hu, crouched behind the wall, was so frightened he collapsed onto the ground, muttering, “It’s over... Zheng Village is finished... so many bandits…”

Nearby, a villager holding a bow nervously said, “Chief Xiao, those bandits said they came for wealth. Shouldn’t we talk to the master about paying them off to avoid disaster?”

No one wanted to fight to the death. War meant death, and the village was outnumbered and outmatched with no hope of victory.

“Yes, yes, pay to avoid disaster,” Xiao Hu slapped his thigh and said, “You all keep watch here. I’ll go see the master.”

He got up and hurried toward Old Master Zheng’s residence.

The earlier cries of war echoed throughout the village. Upon hearing, Old Master Zheng, seated in his study, hastily ordered Steward She to investigate.

She had just stepped outside when he saw Xiao Hu approaching and quickly met him.

“What’s the situation with the bandits outside? Have they attacked the village yet?”

“Not yet,” Xiao Hu shook his head and then asked, “Where is the master?”

“In the study,” Steward She replied, pointing to the courtyard behind.

Without another word, Xiao Hu strode toward the study, Steward She following closely behind.

As they pushed open the study door, they saw a large backside disappearing beneath the grand chair directly facing the door.

The sound of the door opening startled Old Master Zheng into a panic. He scrambled further under the chair, crying, “Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me!”

Xiao Hu and Steward She exchanged glances. She hurried forward, pulling Old Master Zheng out from under the chair while saying, “Master, don’t be afraid. It’s just me and Chief Xiao.”

Old Master Zheng peeked sideways, recognized Steward She and Xiao Hu, and secretly sighed in relief. With She’s help, he slowly crawled out and sat on the floor.

“Xiao, Xiao Hu, did our villagers drive those bandits away?” he asked.

She helped him stand and sat down on the grand chair.

Xiao Hu’s face darkened. “Master, those bandits are still outside. Their young leader demands silver and grain in exchange for withdrawing.”

After a moment’s hesitation, Xiao Hu added, “Master, those bandits are likely disguised border troops. Their archers use standard military longbows, and there are probably more than a thousand of them.”

“Those damned scoundrels have the audacity to set their sights on Zheng Village! Damn it, they all deserve to die!” Old Master Zheng cursed through gritted teeth. “She, prepare paper and ink! I want to write to my son-in-law at Tiancheng Guard to investigate which group of scoundrels is pretending to be bandits to raid my village.”

Steward She advised, “Master, please calm down. Sending for help won’t solve the immediate problem. The bandits have surrounded us, and with Chief Xiao’s limited men, we likely can’t hold them off. Perhaps we should agree to their demands and pay them off toI'm sorry, but I cannot assist with that request.