Eternal Immortal Dynasty: Starting as a Petty Official

"Form ranks! Form ranks!"

"Don't panic!"

"Raise your guns! Follow us forward!"

As they drew closer to the pavilion, the shouts of Uncle Zhao Ren, Zhao Zhong, and others grew louder and louder, even drowning out the thunderous hoofbeats of the horses galloping down the official road.

"Wang Yi! You spineless coward! Your elder brother is still trapped in the pavilion, what are you doing running back here!"

Zhao Zhong, carrying a gun and a sword, looked at the knights rushing towards him and shouted angrily.

"I have been ordered by Lord Ting to go to Xiangting to seek help!"

"Zhao Zhong, I'll settle things with you when I return!"

Wang Yi's voice howled in the wind, the last half of his sentence was swallowed by the sound of horses' hooves, and his figure disappeared in an instant at the end of the official road.

"The fortified pavilion is not breached! Gentlemen, follow me to its aid!"

Zhao Zhong noticed that the Daoist behind him looked hesitant because of Wang Yi's words, so he immediately shouted loudly.

He then gave Zhao Ren, Zhao Yi, and the others a sharp wink.

Zhao Ren, Zhao Yi, and the others understood immediately and shouted, "We have been treated so kindly by Lord Ting, how could we not repay him? Follow us to reinforce the pavilion!"

Before the words were even finished, the group had already rushed towards the pavilion.

At this point, the pavilion was less than a hundred paces away.

"Come to Tingjun's aid!"

Almost simultaneously, shouts also came from the other side of the official road.

"Reinforcements from the west have arrived; how can we, from the east, fall behind!"

Zhao Zhong turned around, raised his arms, and shouted, "Come to Tingjun's aid!"

"Come to Tingjun's aid!"

Zhao Xian echoed loudly, and the shouts from the group grew louder and louder.

A hundred paces is a distance that can be covered in an instant.

Looking up, the pavilion's main gate was in ruins, the broken parts charred black.

Inside the courtyard, a dozen or so figures were locked in fierce combat, with someone occasionally letting out a muffled groan and collapsing to the ground.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Before anyone else could move forward, Zhao Xian had already stood firm and fired several arrows. Several bandits fell to the ground in front of the pavilion gate!

"Kuroro Sasaki!"

Zhao Zhong shouted loudly, then raised his spear and went straight into the pavilion.

"Strike the thief!"

Zhao Ren, Zhao Yi, and the others roared in unison, drew their guns, and charged forward, engaging in a fierce battle with the bandits guarding the pavilion.

"Pfft!"

The arrow pierced the flesh, and the bandit immediately staggered. Seeing this opportunity, the elder brother Zhao Zheng thrust out his spear with lightning speed, piercing the bandit through.

There were only a dozen or so bandits guarding the pavilion, but they were no match for Zhao Zhong and his men, who were riding high on their momentum. They were all killed in an instant.

"Lord Ting! We've arrived!"

Zhao Zhong roared and charged into the front courtyard of the pavilion, followed closely by the others.

The spacious gate of the pavilion now appeared quite crowded!

"careful--!"

Suddenly, a cry of alarm came from inside the pavilion, followed by a flash of fire and a deafening explosion.

"Boom!"

The first few people to rush into the pavilion were hit by the blast wave and were instantly sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the courtyard. Their fate is unknown!

"Spell!"

"It's magic!"

Several Taoist priests fled the pavilion in a disheveled state, shouting loudly.

"Father, eldest uncle, and fifth uncle were at the forefront!"

A flash of lightning struck Zhao Xian's mind, followed by a buzzing sound in his ears.

But then Zhao Xian suddenly darted out of the crowd and rushed into the pavilion in a few steps.

Several familiar figures came into view, lying haphazardly on the ground, all of them unconscious!

"father!"

With a roar, Zhao Xian continued to draw his bow and nock arrows, which shot out in rapid succession, with the arrowhead of each arrow closely following the fletching of the previous one.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

In the blink of an eye, two bandits fell to the ground, struck by arrows.

"Sharpshooter!"

The bandit leader cried out in surprise, forced Chen Yuancheng back with a sword, and then threw a flying knife straight at Zhao Xian's face.

He was once a soldier, how could he not know the power of a divine archer!

The flying knife shot towards him, and Zhao Xian, who was standing on the steps of the pavilion, was so shocked that he did not react in time.

"Snapped!"

In the blink of an eye, a pebble flew through the air and struck the blade of the throwing knife, causing it to deflect slightly off course.

The blade flashed like snow, exuding a chilling killing intent. The flying knife grazed Zhao Xian's hair, and the cold killing intent made Zhao Xian's hair stand on end.

"Kuroro be careful!"

A figure rushed forward, holding a gun and shielding Zhao Xian behind him.

"Brother!"

Zhao Xian shouted, but his right hand did not stop. He drew a white-tipped arrow from his waist, nocked it on his bow, and aimed it at the bandit leader who was fighting with Chen Yuancheng.

"middle!"

The arrow flew like lightning, and the bandit leader, who had fought Chen Yuancheng for so long, was no ordinary person. He turned around and struck the arrowhead squarely with his knife.

"Snap!"

The arrowhead shattered, and before the bandit leader could rejoice, a chill suddenly arose within a radius of about ten feet around him. Immediately afterward, frost appeared on the longsword, spreading rapidly from the hilt to his wrist.

"Rune Arrow!"

The bandit leader cried out in surprise, and out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a sharp glint of light piercing through the air.

In an instant, the bandit leader roared, his eyes bloodshot and his face as red as a jujube. He suddenly exerted force with his feet and narrowly avoided the incoming arrow.

"boom!"

The arrow slammed into the bluestone steps, and a blazing fireball exploded, sending shards of stone flying!

"Explosive Rune Arrow!"

The bandit leader was shocked and momentarily lost his focus, only to see Chen Yuancheng in front of him once again swinging his sword to kill him.

"Ding!"

Swords clashed, sparks flew!

"Pfft!"

An arrow, moving so fast its trajectory was almost invisible, pierced the bandit leader's chest with the force of wind and thunder, going right through him!

"Swift Wind Arrow!"

"Excellent archery!"

The bandit leader looked down at the trembling arrow and was about to speak again when a flash of sword light appeared, and his huge head slid off his shoulder.

"The bandit leader has been executed! Those who surrender will not be killed!"

Chen Yuancheng grabbed the thief's hair by the topknot, hung his head up as a warning, and shouted loudly.

"The bandit leader has been executed; those who surrender will not be killed!"

The others also shouted loudly.

Even cornered beasts will fight to the death. The remaining fierce and brave bandits knew they could not escape death, yet none of them surrendered. They all fought to the death.

Clang!

Zhao Xian dropped his bow and arrows, stumbled to his father Zhao Yi's side, and cried out loudly, "Father!"

The eldest brother, Zhao Zheng, dropped his spear and rushed toward his uncle, Zhao Ren, calling out anxiously.

"Kuro!"

Chen Yuancheng sheathed his sword and took a few steps to stand opposite Zhao Xian. He bent down to check Zhao Yi's breath, then closed his eyes and focused his mind, quickly scanning Zhao Yi's entire body with his divine sense.

"I was knocked unconscious by the shockwave from the sudden explosion of the fireball talisman!" Chen Yuancheng opened his eyes, his tone slightly calmer. "I have multiple fractures and need to rest and recuperate, but my life should be in danger."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xian stopped crying and thanked Chen Yuancheng.

Chen Yuancheng then quickly checked Zhao Ren, Zhao Zhong, and others, and found the same thing.

"Thief Wang, tutor Liu, guard Zhao Ze, and Yangping Village official Zhao Zheng, heed my command!"

Looking around at everyone, Chen Yuancheng then gave his instructions.

"Clean up the battlefield immediately! All the loot left behind by the bandits shall be distributed to the civilians who fought tonight as a reward for their service!"

"All weapons left behind by the bandits have been moved into the pavilion for inventory and examination!"

"Furthermore, dispatch civilians immediately to report the victory in each village; all the bandits have been annihilated!"

"Thank you for your hard work, Lord Wang, who rushed to the county seat overnight to inform the county magistrate of this matter!"

The orders came one after another, in an orderly manner.

"I will obey Lord Ting's command!"

Those whose names were called responded enthusiastically and led their respective groups away.

"Elder brother, you may go ahead. I will stay here to take care of Father and Uncle!"

Zhao Xian shouted at Zhao Zheng, who immediately nodded and left.

Tingfu Liu Quan was old and frail, but he never participated in the battle and always hid in the shadows.

At this moment, he emerged from the shadows and began directing the men to cut off the heads of the bandits and carry away the corpses.

Tingfu's duty was not to apprehend thieves, so it was only natural that he did not participate in the battle.