A special forces soldier traveled through time and space to become a genius of literature and martia

At dawn, Yuan Ying's carriage set off from the inn.

There were many caravans and civilians traveling along the way, and the leader was a Shunfeng Escort Agency. The team of at least several hundred people snaked forward.

Yuan Ying hadn't paid the protection fee, so naturally the vehicles couldn't get close. She had to keep a distance from them, but she didn't mind. She just wasn't familiar with the road, otherwise she could go alone.

It started to drizzle. Yuan Ying stuck his head out of the car window and looked at the wheels stuck in the mud. He couldn't help but frowning.

I asked the driver: "Uncle, are all the roads in Xia Country like this kind of dirt roads?"

The driver smiled and said, "Only the official road in Xia State is made of bluestone. Other places are still rammed earth. Once you leave Shuiche Town, the road will be wider and easier to walk on. Please be patient for now, young master."

As the carriage rumbled forward, Yuan Ying looked away and asked, "How many days will it take to get to Yunfu City?"

The driver replied: "Four days if it's fast, five days if it's slow."

"Xia country has been in turmoil and war for many years. In troubled times, banditry arose. Now there is plague and famine, so banditry is rampant along the way.

I just hope we can get to Yunfu City safely. If you encounter bandits on the road, please spend your money to ensure your safety. There are too many bandits now and the government is powerless to stop them."

Yuan Ying casually said the word "good" and then lay down with his eyes closed to rest. Seeing this, the driver did not say anything.

As summer begins, the sun shines warmly, willow trees sway, and sparkling green paddy fields flash by the roadside from time to time.

The long procession moved northwards, stopping and starting all the way. Finally, in the evening, a large group of carriages and horses stopped on a grassland near the river to rest for the night. Some carriages that had paid protection fees also stopped near them.

Yuan Ying naturally couldn't get close without paying the protection fee. She asked the driver to drive the carriage to the shade of a tree nearby.

The driver was driving outside all year round and brought a complete set of fire-making utensils with him. He found a piece of land and started to make a fire and cook.

Yuan Ying ate the dry food he had prepared. After finishing his meal, he slowly walked towards the river. The cool river water splashed on his face and was very refreshing. The river was very wide and the current was fast. On the opposite side was a winding and verdant mountain range.

After walking around for a while and the driver cooked the porridge, Yuan Ying got back into the carriage and looked at the lively crowd in front of him with great boredom.

The driver handed a bowl of porridge to Yuan Ying and said, "Sir, drink some porridge to moisten your throat."

Yuan Ying did not refuse the uncle's kindness and thanked him for taking it. After eating the porridge, Yuan Ying whistled and the eagle brother who was foraging in the forest flew towards her and muttered a few words to it.

Brother Eagle flew to the forest and soon caught a pheasant. Yuan Ying handed the pheasant to the driver and said:

"Uncle, I'll give you an extra meal." She never liked owing others anything, and she would repay favors and grudges on the spot.

The uncle smiled so hard that his teeth were showing. He happily took the pheasant and went to the river to process it. People like them did this kind of hard-working job of driving a cart to support a large family. They usually hunted wild game to exchange for some money to supplement their family income, and it was rare for them to have meat.

After the driver prepared the pheasant, he went to the edge of the forest and picked some banana leaves. He wrapped the chicken in mud and then roasted it in the fire pit.

Half an hour later, the pheasant came out of the pit, and the aroma filled the air. The driver tore off a chicken leg and gave it to Yuan Ying.

Yuan Ying thanked him and took it. Her eyes lit up when she took the chicken leg in her mouth. It was soft and boneless, juicy, and crispy. It was much better than her own boiled pheasant. She underestimated this uncle.

For the next two days, Brother Ying was responsible for hunting, the uncle was responsible for cooking, and Yuan Ying was responsible for making meals.

Although Yuan Ying and the driver were both men of few words, they got along very well along the way.

By the evening of the third day, the atmosphere began to become tense as they entered the bandit-ridden section of Muar Ridge. Because the terrain was difficult to defend and easy to attack, it was also the section where bandits were the most rampant.

The escort agency sent people to remind the carriages following the team to keep close and not fall behind, and to be prepared in case of any eventuality.

Yuan Ying and his companions followed them at a leisurely pace. The driver kept talking to Yuan Ying nervously along the way:

"Sir, don't be afraid. If you really encounter bandits, you can save your life by giving them money. Remember to sacrifice money to save your life."

Yuan Ying looked at the silent forest ahead thoughtfully. She was a former special forces soldier, and tracking and concealment were her strengths. There was not a single bird flying through the forest, so she was afraid that there were already a lot of ambushes in the forest.

Yuan Ying said to the driver, "Uncle, please find a place to stop and create some distance from the team ahead."

The driver was puzzled. Shouldn't they hurry to catch up with the large group and cross Muar Ridge as soon as possible before dark? Why did they stop and distance themselves from them?

Seeing the driver's confusion, Yuan Ying patiently explained: "A tall tree attracts the wind. The escort agency and the caravan ahead are too conspicuous. We've probably been targeted by bandits along the way.

If I'm right, the woods ahead are full of bandits. If we follow them, we'll just be thrown into their mouths. If a fight really breaks out, they won't be able to protect themselves, so what's the point of us following them?"

After a pause, he continued, "Uncle, don't worry, I will definitely keep you safe."

The driver nodded, thinking it made sense, and stopped the car at the roadside at the entrance to the forest.

As the sun sets in the west, the sky becomes darker and darker. A large group of people in front of us are walking through a dark forest with high alert. The head of the escort agency shouts slogans. There is no movement along the way. Just when everyone is about to breathe a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, a group of dark figures rushed out from the woods.

"Get the money without hurting the owner. We all do this for a living. If you're smart, leave your money behind and you can pass safely." The leading bandit leader shouted loudly.

The driver saw a large group of people and horses surrounded by a group of black bandits in front and behind. He was immediately frightened and broke into a cold sweat. He glanced at Yuan Ying and secretly said, this young man is really an expert.

The escort leader and the bandit leader were talking in front of them, and they only heard the bandit leader angrily cursing, "Fuck you, stop talking to me so much. If you know what's best for you, leave the things behind and I'll let you go."

The two sides were negotiating with swords drawn. The atmosphere was very tense and the battle was about to break out.

Yuan Ying was alone in a strange world and didn't want to bother with these trivial matters. He originally wanted to wait until they finished fighting before crossing over. No matter who won or lost, it would be safe. If the bandits won, they would rob the supplies and go up the mountain, and if the convoy won, they would continue on their way.

But the sense of justice ingrained in her as a soldier would not allow her to watch so many innocent people die.

Yuan Ying said to the coachman, "Uncle, please pull the carriage to a quiet place and wait. Don't come out until the battle is over." After that, he carried his bag and entered the dense forest under the cover of night.

Soon an eagle was seen circling in the night sky, but both parties were in intense negotiations and no one paid any attention.

The eagle shook out a large bag of powder in its claws and sprinkled it all over the leading bandit. The fine powder was silently inhaled by the bandit without him noticing.

The eagle then flew to the rear and sprinkled a second packet of powder on the bandits.

After a while, there was a thump, thump, thump...

The bandits fell one after another, and the leading bandit yelled at the escort leader, "You son of a bitch, you use such shameless and despicable means." Brothers, kill them all.

Most of the bandits were bewitched, including a few people from the escort agency, caravans and civilians who followed the caravan.

The escort leader couldn't help but show joy on his face, and shouted: "Don't be afraid, everyone. Most of the damn bandits have been knocked out by the drugs. Come on, let's kill this son of a bitch."

Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding...

The sound of weapons clashing could be heard, and a battle began in the dark and silent forest.

Yuan Ying watched the fight in the dark. The escort leader was quite skilled. To be the head of the escort agency, he must be a very capable person. After a few moves with the bandit leader, he killed the bandit leader with one knife.

The bandits lying on the ground watched helplessly as their boss was killed. The courage of the other leaders who were still alive weakened a little, and seeing the fierce momentum of the escort leader, they led the bandits who could stand to retreat one after another.

The escort leader saw this and organized everyone to rush to the rear to deal with the remaining bandits. Everyone worked together with sticks, swords and guns to beat the bandits and make them flee in all directions.

The shocking highway robbery ended in less than an hour. Hundreds of bandits died, fell, or fled. Some were beaten half to death and lay groaning on the ground.

The bandits in Muar never dreamed that the government would be unable to do anything to them, but today they didn't even know how they died.