Falling into the mortal world

The seemingly arrogant bandits were now somewhat afraid. They attempted to use their rudimentary skills and cunning to bypass the heavily guarded encirclement and fight their way into the enemy's core.

In this way, the enemy's originally tight and orderly formation can be broken up instantly, causing the women and children hiding among them to run around in panic.

At that time, the whole scene will inevitably fall into chaos, which is exactly what these bandits hope to see—as long as the situation becomes chaotic and disorderly, they can take the opportunity to gain the upper hand and thus control the whole situation.

This was their last hope; if it succeeded, all the women and things would be theirs.

However, to the bandits' utter surprise, the enemy they faced was far more formidable than they had imagined.

Not to mention the formidable power of the superior weapons the enemy possessed, the close-combat skills displayed by those warriors alone were enough to leave people speechless and intimidated.

As soon as the two sides clashed, the bandits realized that their strength was far inferior to that of their opponents, and they were completely powerless to fight back.

Just then, a clear and firm shout rang out from the crowd: "Lan Qingqing has given a death order! Leave no one alive!" Before the words had even finished, the women and children who had been trembling with fear suddenly became less afraid. Their boss was very powerful, and how could these people possibly be a match for him? These defenseless commoners were the shopkeepers and employees of the Lan family's shop, along with their wives, children, and elderly relatives. They had all voluntarily followed their boss, and Lan Qingqing was naturally taking them along to ensure their safety.

Before long, shouts of killing and screams of agony rose and fell, never ceasing. These bandits, who were used to lording it over others, finally felt the fear of impending death.

But it was all too late. In utter shock and despair, they collapsed one after another in pools of blood…

The eldest brother of the Wang family stared wide-eyed in disbelief at the arrow lodged in his chest, and fell to the ground in a state of resentment and disbelief.

When Old Lady Wang saw her eldest son fall, she was so frightened that she immediately tried to run back. Lan Qingqing, seeing her turn and run, pulled the trigger without hesitation. With a bang, Old Lady Wang fell to the ground, completely unaware of how she had died.

With the problem solved, the group continued their journey, determined to eliminate the bandit and rid the nearby villagers of this menace.

These bandits, Mo Rao, made everyone check their bodies for anything valuable. After looting them, the people were thrown directly into the valley. These men had committed countless atrocities, so feeding them to the wolves was the perfect solution.

However, before leaving, Lan Qingqing still sent her guards back to Pear Blossom Village, since they were all fellow villagers.

At this moment, the villagers were all sighing and lamenting in front of their own homes, but fortunately no one was injured or killed.

Upon arriving in the village, the guards went directly to the village chief and relayed Lan Qingqing's words to him.

Within the territory of Yuancheng~

In the distance, billowing dust and deafening battle cries filled the air as the bandit army swept in like a surging tide.

In an instant, a massive army surged into the city gates like a tidal wave, charging in like hungry wolves.

They held gleaming blades, their faces contorted with rage, their eyes gleaming with boundless killing intent and greed.

Upon entering the city, these ruthless guerrillas launched a bloody massacre without any mercy.

The once peaceful streets of the city instantly descended into chaos. Innocent civilians panicked and fled in all directions. Some were pale with fright and their legs went weak; others ran with all their might, trying to find a safe place to hide. However, the bandits pursued relentlessly, their weapons mercilessly wielding their weapons against the unarmed.

In an instant, the entire city was filled with the shrill sounds of hacking and slashing, desperate pleas for mercy, and terrified screams.

The sounds rose and fell, intertwining as if playing a symphony of death. Blood stained the streets and alleys, and severed limbs were everywhere. The once bustling and prosperous town had now become a terrible hell on earth.

Witnessing this horrific scene, everyone was terrified, their hearts pounding, and their bodies trembling uncontrollably. Their eyes were wide open, their faces filled with disbelief and profound fear.

Some people collapsed to the ground, unable to move, due to excessive fright; others covered their mouths, afraid that making even the slightest sound would attract the attention of the troop.

In this terrifying atmosphere, every life was like a candle flickering in the wind, ready to be extinguished at any moment. Not knowing what to do, they all turned their gazes to the officials of the original city.

The officials were so frightened by the sight that they lost their minds.

Finally, reminded by his subordinates, the official began preparing to evacuate. After all, the city had already fallen, and those who remained would only be victims of the fleeing army.

Fortunately, the officials of this city were not afraid of death, and they organized the people of the city to flee.

The village chief was initially pleased to hear that the bandits had been wiped out, but the guard's next words made him frown.

The village chief sighed deeply upon hearing about the potential problems. He didn't know if there was any danger, but what could he do in the moment?

Should they really be forced to leave this land where their ancestors had lived for most of their lives? Where could they go if they left? After all, for these villagers, this was their root, their home, their means of survival! And given their current situation, if they rashly left, they would likely only face certain death. Thinking of this, the village chief shook his head helplessly, thinking to himself, "Forget it, the people in the village certainly don't want to leave. Besides, that kind of world might not even be chaotic; the imperial court will definitely step in to suppress it."

Seeing that the village chief was unwilling to flee, the guard relayed Lan Qingqing's words to him again: if the villagers really didn't want to leave, then the huge cellar in the Qingfeng Winery would be a good refuge. The winery's cellar was enormous, easily accommodating the entire village. The goods in the cellar had already been emptied, making it perfect for hiding everyone.

Upon hearing this, the village chief immediately went to the cellar with his guards to investigate. The Lan family's cellar could not be opened without the correct method, as it was said to be full of traps.

Only trusted confidants were allowed to enter the cellar, so the villagers didn't know the correct way to open it, nor had they ever been inside.