Start as a Temple Spirit

"Haha" the black fan spoke out to express his dissatisfaction, how dare you people ignore this great contributor, Ben Hei.

"Heizi, you've worked hard. Come, stand on my shoulders." Yishui said to Heizi, who was standing on the wooden railing, with sincere emotion, patting his shoulder.

Heizi glanced at him, then turned into a black shadow and flew towards the Forgotten Temple. We only stood on the master's shoulder.

"..." Looking at Heizi disappearing into the night, Yishui was speechless for a while, thinking to himself: "Could it be that my expression just now was not right?"

Kuroko's interruption allowed Yifeng to recover from the excitement of riding on a flying bird, and he talked in detail about the intelligence he had obtained.

"There are about two thousand bandits, and at least six martial artists in the Naling realm. This is going to be difficult." Yi Jin frowned after hearing the information.

This number exceeded his expectations, and the number of bandits in the Naling Realm was equal to his own, and this was the number that was visible.

"We have to do it no matter how difficult it is. We must not let them cross the creek and go ashore. Otherwise, they will be blocked at the foot of the mountain and our early rice will be wasted." Yihuo said irritably.

The early rice is now half-ripe. If the bandits see that they cannot break through the stronghold and block the way down the mountain and shamelessly harvest the rice, it will be disastrous.

Bandits often steal rice from farmers because rice can be sold for money.

Moreover, how could the villagers watch helplessly as the food they depended on for survival was snatched away by bandits!

The result was naturally impossible, and there were only two possible outcomes: one was to leave the village and fight the bandits, and the other was to pay money to redeem the food.

If you choose option one, you will have to face the consequences of an unsuccessful counterattack and the capture of the village.

But if you choose the second option, you will definitely suffer heavy losses.

"It's definitely not possible to fight back by force. The bandits are stronger than us." Yishui pondered.

"What should we do then?" Yihuo asked angrily.

"Either set an ambush or block the attack." Yifeng gave the strategy.

When he came back, he had a plan in mind, and when everyone was looking at him, he told them his initial tactics.

In the end, everyone unanimously decided to set up an ambush as the main strategy, with blocking as the auxiliary strategy.

Once a decision is made, it is the mobilization after the strategy is agreed upon.

It is rare to see the lights on in the Forgotten Town at night.

The next day, just after daybreak, the six elders of Forgotten Village led the eight hundred militiamen who had assembled and trotted to the dock as the villagers watched.

The people guarding the village wall have also become middle-aged and elderly people and teenagers.

The villagers looked at the team going down the mountain with surprisingly calm emotions, as if they were used to seeing the entire main force going out to battle.

This is actually true, whether it is fighting against bandits or fighting between villages.

The Forgotten Township responded with all its might, so the villagers had become accustomed to the main force going out in full force to fight the bandits.

While people silently prayed for the local militia, they kept watch around and guarded the village.

There is no paradise in the world, but there is peace bought with blood and flesh.

There is a saying that goes: There is no such thing as a peaceful life, it’s just that some people are silently moving forward with heavy burdens!

The sun rises from behind the mountain, casting its light all over the earth.

On the east bank of the river, militiamen formed a team and, under the leadership of the elders, waded through the water, boarded the boats that paddled close to the shore, and headed to the other side of the river.

Everything took place in silence. There was no singing of songs, only the "splashing" sound of oars paddling in the water.

The militiamen who landed immediately formed a battle formation under the leadership of Yi Jin and moved cautiously towards the mountains on the shore.

The boat fleet made eight trips back and forth before transporting the eight hundred militiamen to the other side of the creek and hiding in the mountains.

The middle-aged and elderly people holding the oars watched the militiamen leave, then rowed the boat and steered the boat north. They wanted to row the boat to the agreed place.

The river water is surging and converges on the plain, forming a rushing river.

The rushing river water rushed through the mountains, and the fleet of boats on the river slowly stopped at a simple pier hidden under the bridge timbers.

On the hills on both sides of the ravine trail, human figures appeared and disappeared quickly. Everything was quiet.

Time passed minute by minute, the sun set in the west, and the glow of the sunset began to appear.

At the end of the ravine in the east, there was a noisy sound, mixed with the sound of horse hooves.

Not long after, a dozen people riding on skinny horses appeared in the ravine. The scarred man in the lead looked at the mountains on both sides of the ravine. Seeing nothing unusual, he nodded subconsciously.

Just when the peeper thought that this wave was stable, he suddenly saw that the scarred man quickly took out a longbow from his horse's back, clamped three arrows between his fingers, bent the bow, put the arrows on it, and shot towards a dense bush on the right.

"Swish, swish, swish" the arrow broke through the rosy clouds and flew into the bushes with a strong wind, but there was no unusual sound.

The scarred man withdrew his eagle-like gaze, bent his bow again, drew his arrow and shot towards the suspicious place on the left. After observing for a while and seeing nothing unusual, he put away the bow, waved his hand, and led the cavalry forward.

Behind the cavalry was a group of laughing bandits with a mixture of people and vehicles.

The rosy glow reflects on the mountains, the green leaves are dyed red by the clouds, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, and the sound of whistling is everywhere.

"Swish, swish, swish" the arrows whistled through the sunset glow and shot densely towards the team marching in the ravine.

For a moment, bright red flowers bloomed, howling sounds were heard everywhere, and the place was in chaos.

The scarred man who was leading the group was undoubtedly the target, with no less than thirty arrows shot at him alone.

"Enemy attack!" The scarred man roared, drew his sword and jumped high from the horse's back. A faint golden light shone all over his body. The long sword shone with golden light, leaving behind golden afterimages, and cut off the arrows that were shot at him.

However, at this moment, three light golden arrows cut through the rosy clouds and shot towards the scarred man's head, chest, and lower body at extremely tricky angles, hitting his vital points.

Upon seeing this, the scarred man's pupils suddenly contracted, and he fell to the ground, slashing sideways with his golden sword to block the incoming light golden arrows. At the same time, with a movement that was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people, he pushed the ground with his foot and forcibly moved his body sideways backwards.

"Boom" the golden long sword exploded, and the light golden arrow shot at the head was deflected without losing its momentum. The second light golden arrow shot at the chest, coupled with the backward movement of the god's body, the scarred man narrowly shot past it, and the second light golden arrow shot towards him.

Then, because his body moved back too little, he bent over to avoid the second light golden arrow, causing the third light golden arrow to hit his thigh and explode in a pool of blood.

"Ah" the scarred man howled miserably, and then stopped abruptly because the second wave of arrows was coming. He no longer cared about the pain from his thigh injury and swung his golden sword to block the incoming arrows.

"Puff" blood splashed, the scarred man was hit by an arrow in the chest and his body shook violently.

Just when he was in danger, a sturdy man with an ochre-colored glow all over his body flashed in front of him and blocked the arrow for him.

"Fight back!" The bandit leader's roar rang out in the ravine.

The bandits, who had survived the panic of the attack, relied on the cart and started shooting at the enemy.