"Run!"
"Ma the Third, Lame Zhou, and Old Ghost Qi are all dead."
"These people are terrifyingly accurate shots. Their bullets bite deep into the flesh—so many brothers have died."
"We can't break in. We really can't break in..."
"..."
The bandits' third wave of attacks could indeed be called massive, yet it was like a great wave crashing against a reef, shattered to pieces by the impact.
And the reef still stood there, unscathed.
These Yue Family guards truly deserved to be called elites. Their strength was no weaker than that of regular soldiers.
Moreover, when it came to obeying orders without question, they had achieved an almost harsh degree of discipline.
Even with the bandit leader personally overseeing the battle, he could not breach the camp's defenses. Instead, his side suffered grievous casualties.
After several dozen bandits had fallen in battle, the remaining bandits completely collapsed and began fleeing in all directions.
In the end, they were merely a band of thugs.
When things went well, they were fierce as tigers; when things went badly, they were timid as mice.
This turn of events had clearly caught the bandit leader somewhat off guard.
His face turned ashen as he bellowed in rage, dispatching his trusted men to continually gather up the fleeing routed soldiers, lest the manpower he had painstakingly assembled scatter just like that.
Without anyone noticing, the trusted men around the bandit leader had already dispersed. There were barely any people left by his side.
Still burning with anger, the bandit leader turned to look at the camp ahead, his eyes carrying a trace of reluctance.
"What a pity. If we could truly break through that camp, the results would be even better..."
Just as the bandit leader muttered to himself, a figure suddenly appeared and