Song Jinxiu and her brothers rode mules into Yanming Mountain.

Although the mountain road is rugged, many people hike here. From time to time, you can see passers-by leading donkeys and pulling goods.

Song Jinyou was a big guy. He ran for a while in the woods by the roadside and didn't see a single insect.

"Chief, we definitely won't be able to catch any prey on the roadside. The birds are scared away by the pedestrians."

"Hey, Daqiang, run slower. You obviously scared the bird away."

"My name is Song Jinyou now, why do you still call me so powerful?"

"Song Jinyou is your full name, and Daqiang is your nickname. We've been calling him by his nickname for so many years, so isn't it all you call him?"

"I think we should try to call each other by our full names, otherwise I'll forget your full names after a while."

Everyone was talking and laughing, and as they walked they were getting further and further away from the path.

There is no path in the forest, and there are thorns everywhere.

The mule cried out and refused to move, so everyone had to go back.

Fang Ziyu grew up in Xuantian Sect, which is located deep in the mountains, so he is not interested in hunting in the mountains.

"Give me the mules, and I'll lead them along the main road to chase my aunt. If you want to hunt, go into the woods. What can there be by the road?"

So everyone tied the mule reins together one by one, and let Fang Ziyu lead the mule team back to the main road like driving a train.

The mountain is not high, but there are many trees. The further you go in, the taller the trees are, the denser the forest is, and the colder it becomes.

At the same time, there are more small animals and squirrels can be seen everywhere.

It's just that no one shoots them.

Firstly, it is small and cute, so it is hard to eat it. Secondly, the meat of this creature carries bacteria. It is said that people ate squirrels and caused the spread of plague, so the government once ordered that squirrels should not be eaten.

Song Jinxiu secretly released the treasure-hunting rat Junjun and warned it, "Stay away from squirrels, don't catch any dirty diseases."

Junjun: "I don't bother with such lowly creatures."

The treasure-hunting mouse Junjun quickly blended into the forest and disappeared.

Everyone entered the woods, and soon Goudan Song Jinfeng shot his first prey, a gray rabbit.

Song Jinxiu took one look and said, "Your archery is quite good. You shot it through the throat with one arrow. I'll give you another arrow as a reward."

As Song Jinxiu spoke, she took out a real crossbow arrow with an iron-cast arrowhead.

This made everyone envious.

Song Jinxiu smiled and said, "As long as you are good at archery, there will be rewards."

Everyone's spirits were high. In order to hunt prey, they gradually dispersed and went deeper into the depths.

Suddenly, Song Jinxiu heard the sound of weapons clashing and fighting. She frowned and grabbed her brother who was running forward.

"Brother, something's happening. Let everyone come back and we'll get out as soon as possible."

No matter why there was a sound of fighting inside, she had no intention of going in to take a look. Curiosity killed the cat, and she thought it was better to stay away from trouble.

After hearing Chunsheng's message, everyone gathered around. Naturally, they didn't have as good hearing as Song Jinxiu, so they all looked at her curiously, "Chief, what happened?"

"Shh, don't say anything, let's retreat slowly. Brother, you and Brother Cheng Hu take the lead, I'll cover the rear, retreat quickly."

The sounds of fighting were getting closer and louder, and everyone finally realized something was wrong.

Song Jinxiu made a gesture to keep quiet, and everyone tiptoed out.

Suddenly, a stray arrow came through the air, and Song Daqiang was so frightened that he screamed, "Ah, arrow, arrow!"

"Get out of the way,"

Seeing Song Daqiang's pale face and frightened face, Song Jinxiu shouted coldly and rushed forward. With quick eyes and hands, she grabbed the arrow handle. The sharp arrow vibrated and the humming sound was like a peak.

Song Daqiang patted his chest and gasped in fear, "Oh, it was so scary, so scary, I almost died."

If the patriarch hadn't been quick-witted, his head would have exploded.

The noise here alarmed the other party. Song Jinxiu heard someone say, "Boss, someone was spotted over there. What should we do?"

"What can we do? We won't leave any of them alive. We'll just kill them."

Song Jinxiu's momentum suddenly increased. Were they being targeted? It was too late to hide now.

Her face was serious, and she said in a deep voice: "We encountered bandits today. If we are discovered, it will be either you or me.

Everyone, load your weapons and prepare for battle."

Calling them bandits is to lighten the public's psychological burden. They will not show mercy when killing people.

As she spoke, she took out a quiver from her waist, each quiver containing thirty iron-headed crossbow arrows.

Everyone took the heavy quiver and felt a chill in their hearts.

Song Jinxiu glanced at the nervous brothers and said seriously, "Don't be afraid. We have been practicing crossbows for so long. Today we can see for ourselves whether we are a mule or a horse.

As long as everyone behaves well, I will teach you combat strategies when we get back."

At this time, a figure was seen rushing towards this side.

Song Chunsheng pulled his sister over and said, "Hide behind me, I'll do it."

Song Daqiang also came to his senses, rushed to Song Jinxiu and said in a muffled voice: "Clan leader, you go first, we will cover your retreat."

Cheng Hu Tietou also stood in front and raised his crossbow.

Soon, everyone reacted. They stood side by side in a semicircle and protected Song Jinxiu behind them.

They said in unison: "Chief, you go first, we will cover your retreat."

Song Jinxiu felt warm in her heart. Her eyes flashed and she saw that there were more than ten people rushing towards her, all wearing black clothes, black armor, and black scarves.

There was a cold light flashing in their hands, and they came forward with great momentum.

Song Jinxiu said coldly: "Release the arrows."

There were three "puff, puff, puff" sounds, and only Song Chunsheng, Cheng Hu and Song Daqiang responded by shooting arrows. The others all turned pale and trembled a little.

This was murder, and they hesitated.

"what!"

One of the other side was hit by an arrow.

Song Jinxiu said nothing. Killing someone does require courage.

She had never killed anyone, but she had died before, and she knew that she had to kill someone at this moment!

She stretched out her hand, and the crossbow in her hand had been replaced with an excellent ten-shot crossbow.

The enemy discovered that they had arrows and hid behind the trees and attacked them in a roundabout way.

Without saying a word, Song Jinxiu shot an arrow at the nearest man in black.

The other party groaned and died.

"whoosh whoosh"

Song Jinxiu shot three people in succession.

She flashed and rushed to her brother, saying, "Brother, follow me."

She then said to Cheng Hu and Song Daqiang behind her, "Two people in a group, one shoots and the other watches for the enemy's arrows. Be careful."

She glanced at the few people who hadn't shot arrows and said, "If you're scared, find a place to hide."

The few people who didn't shoot arrows felt their faces turn red when they saw her. They gritted their teeth and rushed over.

"Swish, swish, swish," finally, everyone took action.

Song Jinxiu was keeping her eyes and ears open, and suddenly saw Song Fu, who was left at the back, and a man in black suddenly appeared and chopped at his head with a cold light.

Song Jinxiu turned around suddenly, with a dagger in her hand. She threw the dagger and it flew past Song Fuquan's ear.

"Ah!" Song Fuquan screamed and staggered to the ground in fear.

The man in black groaned as his hands were chopped off by the daggers and his body was nailed to the tree by the arrows that flew over.

"Clang,"

The black-clad man's knife fell at Song Fuquan's feet, and he finally reacted.

He almost died too?

Song Fuquan was timid, but his wildness was aroused at this time.

He got up, picked up the black-clad man's knife, walked over and stabbed him.

The blade was sharp, and with one strike, half of the man in black's head was chopped off.

"Bang, ugh"

Song Fuquan loosened his grip and began to vomit.

He killed someone.

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