Half an hour later, Chen Shouyi wore a military uniform with a major's shoulder insignia. With six soldiers following behind him, he strode along the street, pretending to be on patrol.
His War Bow had been disassembled and packed into a travel bag, which one of the soldiers carried.
Aside from the sword in his hand, he looked no different from an ordinary officer.
"Will this really make barbarians attack us?"
"Most likely! These barbarians know human armies well. They'll never let us go once they spot us!" the officer in a soldier's uniform said, his face tense as he glanced around.
"Don't be nervous." Chen Shouyi glanced at him and offered a few words of reassurance.
"I'm not nervous!" The officer's face reddened as he hurriedly replied.
As soon as they turned a corner, Chen Shouyi keenly sensed that someone had their eyes on him. He said in a low voice, "Careful. They're here!"
The soldiers' hearts tightened at his words. Their bodies stiffened, and they instinctively gripped their rifles.
Fortunately, they were all soldiers who had seen blood. Not one of them went weak with fear, and they continued forward calmly.
Their opponent seemed to be watching them, checking for danger. He was exceedingly patient. After more than ten seconds, he finally couldn't hold back any longer. Drawing his sword, he leaped out of a window in a nearby building.
Still in midair, the barbarian saw the human officer suddenly lift his head to look at him. The man's face was calm, but his sharp eyes held a trace of coldness.
The barbarian's heart gave a thump.
A trap!
He had a bad feeling.
In the next instant, that foreboding became reality. His feet had just struck the ground with a heavy thud, and his body was still