Traveling Between Two Worlds: From Bread for Maids to Fantasy Overlord

The news of the Black Stone Sect cultivators being defeated spread throughout Qin Family Fortress in an instant. The people in the fortress cheered and took to the streets to thank Huang Yiming for saving their lives. However, Huang Yiming did not relax at all. He knew that as long as the bandit leader was still alive and the remaining bandits had not been eliminated, the fortress would never be at peace.

As expected, less than half an hour later, deafening battle cries echoed once more from the distant mountains. A massive horde of bandits, numbering over three thousand, gathered again and charged towards Qin Family Fortress under the leadership of their chieftain. This time, the chieftain was completely enraged: the defeat of the Black Stone Sect cultivators had caused him to lose face, and he knew he had no way out but to launch a full-scale attack with all his might, fighting to the death to take Qin Family Fortress.

The bandit leader, mounted on a tall horse, clad in tattered armor and wielding a machete, roared with ferocious eyes and a狰狞 (zhengning - ferocious/hideous) expression, "Men! The immortals of the Black Stone Sect have been driven away by them. We can only rely on ourselves! Break through Qin Family Fortress, and the women, treasures, and food will all be ours! Kill!"

The remaining bandits, already desperate criminals, were now even more enraged after being incited by their leader. Howling and screaming, they carried ladders and pushed battering rams, charging madly towards the Qin Family Fortress gate with an attack even more ferocious than before. Countless arrows rained down on the city walls, striking the battlements with a crackling sound and sending up bursts of wood chips.

Huang Yiming was already prepared for battle. Standing atop the highest point of the city wall, he calmly directed the attack: "Crossbowmen, prepare! Aim at the bandits' ladders and fire freely! Catapults, fire at full power and destroy their battering rams! Guards, hold the battlements and prevent the bandits from scaling the walls!"

Orders were issued smoothly and methodically, and the guards performed their duties with high morale. The improved crossbows proved highly effective, and bolts pierced the air, causing rows of bandits to fall to the ground with screams of agony. The catapults launched stones that struck the battering rams with precision, instantly shattering them. Deprived of their siege weapons, the bandits could only desperately climb the ladders.

Qin Hu stood guard at the city gate, holding a thick wooden stick, as imposing as an iron tower. Whenever any bandits approached, he would smash their heads with his stick, leaving them bleeding profusely. He was incredibly brave and kept shouting, "Anyone who dares to come closer, I'll smash their head!" Several bandits tried to sneak up on him, but he knocked them away with a backhand strike, scaring the other bandits so much that they dared not approach the city gate even a step.

Clad in light armor and wielding a longsword, Qin Yuling darted among the battlements, slaying the bandits who dared to scale the walls. Her swordsmanship was swift and agile, each strike hitting a vital point with pinpoint accuracy. Her cool face was filled with unwavering resolve as she led her guards to firmly hold the line, preventing a single bandit from reaching the city walls. Yang Xiu, along with several women, moved between the city walls, distributing arrows and medicine to the guards, serving tea and water. They were constantly busy, yet always wore a smile, silently protecting everyone.

The battle was exceptionally fierce, with shouts of battle, screams of agony, and the clash of weapons mingling together, echoing throughout the heavens and earth. The bandits charged forward wave after wave, fearless and undaunted, but under the tight defenses of Qin Family Fortress and the suppression of their improved crossbows, they suffered heavy casualties. Corpses piled up at the foot of the city gate, and blood flowed like a river, yet they still could not get even a step closer to the city walls.

The bandit leader, watching from the front lines, was furious. He couldn't believe that his three thousand bandits couldn't even take down the small Qin Family Fortress. His eyes were sinister. He personally grabbed a machete and led a dozen of his trusted and fierce bandits toward the city gate, wanting to personally lead the attack to boost morale.

"Huang Yiming, come out here! Today it's either you or me who dies!" the bandit leader roared, his voice hoarse, his face contorted with rage, and his eyes filled with murderous intent.

Huang Yiming's eyes turned cold as he locked his gaze on the bandit leader in front of him, slowly raising his pistol to aim at his heart. He took a deep breath, his eyes focused, and his finger gently pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang!"

A deafening gunshot rang out, and the bullet pierced the air, striking the bandit leader with pinpoint accuracy. The bandit leader felt a sharp pain in his chest, looked down to see a gaping hole, and blood gushed out. His eyes widened in disbelief; the machete in his hand fell to the ground with a thud, and he swayed before plummeting straight off his horse, dying instantly.

This scene stunned all the bandits, and their frenzied attack came to an abrupt halt. They stared blankly at their leader, now lying dead on the ground, their minds utterly blank. Leaderless, the bandits instantly descended into chaos, their previous ferocity vanished, replaced by utter terror.

"The bandit leader is dead! The big boss has been killed!"

Someone shouted, and the bandits instantly collapsed, losing all will to fight. They threw down their armor and weapons, fleeing in panic towards the mountains. Cries for mercy and pleas for mercy rose and fell, all traces of their former arrogance gone. The few remaining bandits who stubbornly resisted were swiftly killed by the guards, completely losing their ability to fight back.

Huang Yiming lowered his pistol, looked at the fleeing bandits, and calmly ordered, "Cease the pursuit, incorporate the surrendered bandits, clean up the battlefield, and treat the wounded!"

The guards responded immediately, cheering as they rushed down from the city wall to clear the battlefield, recruit the surrendered bandits, and transport the scattered grain and supplies back to the fortress. The banditry at Black Wind Mountain, which had lasted for several days, was finally completely quelled, and Qin Family Fortress ushered in true peace.

Qin Hu excitedly rushed to Huang Yiming's side, patting his chest and saying in a hearty voice, "Brother Huang, you're amazing! You took down that bandit leader with a single shot. Let's see who dares to bully our Qin Family Fortress now!" Qin Yuling and Yang Xiu also quickly walked to Huang Yiming's side, their eyes filled with admiration and reassurance. The people inside the fortress surged towards the city wall, kneeling and bowing to Huang Yiming in gratitude, shouting "Young Master Huang, what a blessing!" Their voices echoed through the sky.

Huang Yiming looked at the scene before him, a faint smile playing on his lips. He knew that after this battle, he had firmly established himself in Qin Family Fortress, becoming its savior. Qin Hu, carrying the captured bandit leader's broadsword, bounced around showing it off, only to slip and fall on his backside. Getting up, he stubbornly insisted, "I was just testing the sword's stability," his adorable antics eliciting laughter from everyone. But Huang Yiming knew in his heart that the Black Stone Sect's retaliation would soon arrive. After a brief period of peace, an even greater crisis was quietly approaching. He had to quickly prepare more powerful weapons to deal with a sect-level enemy.