"Second... brother!"
Li Tiefu's eyes nearly split with rage. He sprang up and immediately loosed an arrow.
His arrows flew as swiftly as meteors, one aimed at the burly man's throat and two more at the faces of the riders charging toward him.
Since his opponents wore Golden-Thread Soft Armor, he would target their vulnerable spots.
Liu Ben swung his steel saber, knocking aside the incoming arrow, and rode into the crowd. His saber whirled like a windmill, cutting down several more men as easily as slicing melons and vegetables.
The guards following Liu Ben drew the gleaming long sabers from their backs and pounced like wolves and tigers.
For a moment, battle cries shook the heavens. Clashing weapons, murderous shouts, neighing horses, arrows piercing flesh, and screams all mingled into one deafening roar.
The desperate outlaws under Li Tiefu were no match for these well-trained frontier veterans. They were soon cut to pieces and scattered in every direction.
Thunder Leopard, the third chief, dragged his broadsword through several desperate exchanges, but Liu Ben drove him back step by step. He stumbled and rolled to Li Tiefu's side. "Boss, these men... they're no ordinary bandits. Our brothers... can't hold them off... let's retreat!"
"Retreat-
Take their horses! Retreat, now!"
Li Tiefu's Adam's apple bobbed, and bitterness filled his mouth. His voice was hoarse, but his hands never paused. He drew and released several times, sending sharp arrows shrieking through the air like blazing meteors.
Dusk deepened. With his exceptional eyesight and the advantage of higher ground, Li Tiefu never missed. He fired at the burly leader and the others' vital spots, drawing his bow repeatedly within moments. Even with his godlike archery, his arms began to ache and grow numb.
Liu Ben rode forward, swinging his saber to knock aside