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The Di Rong people and their assassins chased the enemy to the edge of the official road. They saw that the enemy's formation was complete and their arrows were dense, while their own ambush had been exposed and their sneak attack had failed. The scarred leader roared a few times in Di Rong language in frustration and waved his hand to signal a retreat.

The surviving Di and Rong people and the assassins quickly retreated into the side roads and forests, disappearing from sight.

On the official road, only corpses, bloodstains, broken arrows, and people who were still in shock and panting remained.

Lin Feng dismounted to check the casualties. Captain Yang had been hit by two arrows, but his life was not in danger. Of the twenty personal guards he had brought, only seven returned, all wounded.

Including those who initially stayed behind to guard the convoy, thirteen of the fifty personal guards on this trip were lost.

"My husband!"

Su Wanyue rushed over and looked Lin Feng up and down. She saw that although he was covered in blood, it seemed to be the blood of the enemy. She herself only had a few minor scratches. She breathed a sigh of relief, but tears kept flowing down her face.

"I'm fine." Lin Feng gently patted her hand and looked at Bai Xiaohe. "Xiaohe, thank you."

Bai Xiaohe shook her head, her face still pale, clearly having exhausted her strength just now.

"Clear the battlefield, treat the wounded, and assess the losses. Leave this area immediately after 15 minutes!"

Lin Feng gave the order in a deep voice, his gaze turning coldly towards the mountains and forests to the northeast where the Di Rong people had disappeared.

The group continued its journey shortly afterward.

At noon, we set up camp and ate lunch.

The embers of the campfire were still warm as the guards silently packed their belongings, checked their weapons and bowstrings, and saddled their horses.

Ahead lay a hazy, gray horizon. There, two mountains stood facing each other, forming a deep, dark gap, like the open mouth of a giant beast—the entrance to Wolf Valley.

"Captain, the scouts have been on their way for half an hour," Captain Yang said in a low voice, his tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible tension.

Two elite scout teams, led by the most alert veterans, were dispatched to conduct a thorough reconnaissance of the valley in advance.

"Wait." Lin Feng replied with only one word, his gaze calm.

About fifteen minutes later, the sound of rapid hoofbeats came from afar.

A fast horse galloped from the direction of the valley entrance, the rider crouching low and whipping the horse frantically. It was one of the scouts sent out!

"Something's up!" Captain Yang's expression hardened.

The scout dismounted, knelt on one knee, and gasped for breath: "Report! Captain! Lieutenant! There's an ambush in the valley! The number is unknown, but at least thirty or forty, hiding in the crevices of the cliffs and in the woods on both sides! There are crossbows, and... and Di Rong people! Our men have been discovered and are engaged in combat. Chief Liu ordered me to risk my life to return and report!"

As expected! A cold glint flashed in Lin Feng's eyes. "Where did the fight take place? Did the other side give chase?"

"They're below 'Eagle Beak Rock' in the middle of the valley! Liu and his men are using the rocks as cover and haven't pursued us yet, but we're trapped inside!" the scout said urgently.

In the middle of the valley... the enemy didn't set up an ambush at the entrance, but instead sent scouts deep inside to cut off their retreat. They're trying to trap us and wipe us out in one fell swoop! They've got quite the appetite.

"Captain Yang!" Lin Feng turned around. "You will take twenty men as the rearguard, guard this high ground outside the valley entrance, control the retreat route, form a defensive formation, prepare archers and crossbows, support any scouts who may retreat, and be wary of any ambushes outside the valley!"

"Yes!" Captain Yang clasped his hands in a fist salute.

"The rest of you, follow me into the valley!"

Lin Feng mounted his horse and said to the carriage, "Wan Yue, Xiao He, you two stay in the rear and follow Captain Yang's instructions. Old Zhao, take good care of the carriage."

"Husband, be careful!" Su Wanyue lifted the carriage curtain, her face pale.

"Brother Lin, take this." Bai Xiaohe handed over a small cloth bag containing several emergency wound medicines and antidote pills that she always carried with her.

Lin Feng took it, put it in his pocket, nodded to them, said no more, spurred his horse, and charged towards the valley entrance.

The guards followed closely behind, their horses' hooves thundering and kicking up a trail of dust.

The entrance to Wolf Valley was indeed narrow, allowing only two vehicles to pass side by side. As soon as we entered the valley, the light suddenly dimmed, and the wind howled and echoed among the rock walls, adding to the eeriness of the place.

Lin Feng took the lead, his eyes flashing like lightning as he swept across the cliffs on both sides.

There were indeed fresh footprints and rope friction marks on the rock face, and behind some crevices and withered vines, one could vaguely see human figures moving and the reflection of crossbows.

But the other side did not attack immediately, obviously waiting for them all to enter, or... waiting for a more important target.

"Speed ​​up! Charge forward!" Lin Feng shouted, and the horse's speed increased instead of decreasing.

We must rendezvous with the trapped scouts as soon as possible; we cannot afford to become targets at this narrow entrance.

After traveling about a mile, they heard the sounds of clashing weapons and shouts from ahead.

On a relatively open, rocky beach, nine scouts, with their backs against a huge "Eagle's Beak Rock," were fighting against more than twenty Di Rong warriors dressed in multicolored leather robes and carrying curved swords and bows, as well as a dozen or so Han Chinese dressed in black and masked, carrying standard waist knives.

There were seven or eight corpses lying on the ground, some of them from the Di Rong tribe and others from the men in black. Three scouts were also wounded, but the formation remained intact, and they continued to fight to the death.

"Reinforcements! It's the squad leader!" Liu Laosi, the trapped scout leader, was greatly encouraged when he saw Lin Feng and shouted hoarsely.

"Kill!" Lin Feng's personal guards, seeing their comrade surrounded, roared and charged forward with bloodshot eyes.

"Wait!" Lin Feng shouted sharply to stop them.

His gaze swept across the battlefield, then quickly glanced towards the higher cliffs on either side. There, it seemed, even more figures were moving, and the faint sound of bowstrings being drawn could be heard.

The enemy's main force is still up there! These people below are bait, and also disposable pawns to buy time!

The real killer move came from the rain of arrows and rolling logs and rocks coming from the cliffs on both sides!

"Form a circular formation! Shields facing outwards! Move closer to Eagle's Beak Rock to help the brothers come in!" Lin Feng quickly gave the order, but he did not dismount. Instead, he took his specially made strong bow from beside his saddle, drew an arrow, nocked it, and without even looking, the bow was full and the arrow was like a shooting star, shooting towards a crevice in the rock on the left cliff where a figure was moving!

"Plop!" A short scream came from the cliff, and a dark figure tumbled down, crashing onto the rocky beach, his brains splattering.

This arrow served as a signal.

"Release the arrows!"

"Throw stones!"

On both sides of the cliff, roars in the Di Rong language and shouts in the Han language rang out simultaneously!

In an instant, arrows rained down from above like locusts! Even more, rocks of varying sizes were pushed off the cliff, crashing down with a whistling sound!

"Raise your shields!" Lin Feng roared, and at the same time, his warhorse reared up. Using the momentum of the horse, he drew his bow again and fired a volley of arrows! One arrow for each enemy, targeting those who leaned out to give orders or push stones!

His arrows were too fast and too accurate; each arrow carried a piercing whistle, and after it pierced through a crevice in the rock or a withered vine, a scream would inevitably follow.

The guards quickly joined up with Liu Laosi and the others, forming a tight circular formation beneath Eagle's Beak Rock, their shields stacked high like a mobile steel fortress. Arrows clattered against the shields, only to be deflected.

Most of the rolling stones were blocked by the protrusions of the rock wall or hit the front of the circular formation. Only a few hit the shields, making a dull thud that made the shield-bearing soldiers' arms go numb, but the formation did not break.

The circular formation slowly moved deeper into Eagle's Beak Rock, where there were protruding rock layers overhead that could block falling rocks.

Lin Feng rode his horse around the perimeter of the circular formation, his bow and arrows flying constantly, accurately targeting and killing the exposed enemies on the cliff.

His body swayed unsteadily on the horse's back, and arrows often grazed past him but rarely touched him.

The enemy on the cliff clearly did not expect the government troops below to be so fierce and difficult to deal with; the arrows and falling rocks did not cause the expected chaos and heavy casualties.

Especially the black-clad general who was galloping across the battlefield, his archery skills were divine, and he had already killed seven or eight of their best men, including two squad leaders.

"Shoot the one on horseback!" someone shouted from the cliff in broken Mandarin.

More arrows rained down on Lin Feng.

Lin Feng suddenly pulled on the reins, and the warhorse reared up, using its chest to block several arrows before collapsing with a pitiful neigh.

Lin Feng rolled off his horse and leaped behind a large rock. With another swift movement, he plunged into the air, his bowstring twanged, and another Di Rong archer fell to the ground with a scream.