Border Soldiers: My granaries are full of grain and meat, and I guard this region.

puff!

The sound of an arrow piercing flesh rang out, and to everyone's shock, Qi Feng's arrow struck the man's face directly.

Before the man could react, without making a sound, he slid off the horse and fell to the ground with a thud.

Silence, deathly silence!

The louder they laughed just now, the more shocked they are now.

His voice, which had been filled with laughter, seemed to be clamped by a pair of pliers, and he couldn't make a sound.

Looking at the corpse on the ground, Qi Feng remained calm, but nocked another arrow.

Compared to the silence of the eleven riders in the distance, everyone in Qijia Village breathed a sigh of relief, and some villagers couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Qi Changlai looked at Qi Feng and nodded, his eyes full of admiration.

"The younger generation is truly formidable! They are indeed formidable!"

The thirty county soldiers felt a weight lifted from their hearts, and their eyes were filled with admiration as they looked at Qi Feng.

As soon as Qi Feng made his move, their initial fear vanished instantly.

In the distance, the leader of the eleven riders was the first to react. His relaxed body gradually straightened up, and his gaze moved from the corpse on the ground to Qi Feng. His previous contemptuous look had completely disappeared, replaced by a strong sense of vigilance.

The man waved his hand and said something Qi Feng couldn't understand. Immediately, Qi Feng saw the eleven riders move at the same time.

Some people lowered their bodies, while others spread out from both sides, but they all had the same goal: Qijia Village.

The sound of hooves rang out again, this time more muffled and urgent than before, with eleven horses pressing forward at the same time, making the ground seem to tremble.

Qi Feng heard someone behind him exclaim in surprise, but it was as if someone covered his mouth. He knew that these eleven riders would only reveal their true strength now.

As a nomadic nation, the Great Rong were most adept at fighting on horseback.

Whoosh whoosh!

Seven or eight arrows suddenly flew in from all directions in the distance.

Qi Feng quickly retreated, no longer staying behind the barricades, but instead coming to the back of the wall.

Qi Feng looked at the eleven riders in the distance. Four of them had already circled around to both sides of the village, seemingly intending to launch an attack from the rear.

Qi Feng did not sit idly by and wait for his death; his gaze was fixed on the remaining seven riders in front of him.

The seven cavalrymen did not charge directly at the barricades; they suddenly halted their advance about seventy paces from the village entrance.

Qi Feng saw the leader raise his arm, and the remaining six riders immediately changed from charging to roaming. They ran back and forth at the village entrance, and while running, they began to draw their bows and nock arrows. Even if the horses were jolted, it did not affect their ability to draw their bows and shoot arrows.

Shooting arrows on horseback had become second nature to the Great Rong.

Seven more arrows flew towards them, and Qi Feng immediately shouted, "Crouch down!"

Most people hid behind the wall out of instinctive fear.

Some arrows struck the wooden stakes of the chevaux-de-frise, while others struck the wall, but no one was injured.

But even just seven rangers had already demonstrated their terrifying suppressive power.

In this era of cold weapons, having both high mobility and the ability to launch long-range attacks is terrifying enough.

Qi Feng crouched behind the wall and glanced up while they were re-nocking their arrows.

After the seven riders dispersed, they regrouped and charged toward the barricade, nocking arrows as they charged.

Qi Feng lowered his head and shouted, "Hold your shield tight, keep your head down and watch out for stray arrows!"

Whoosh whoosh!

Seven more arrows flew over, this time with much greater accuracy than before, all of them striking the wall.

Qi Feng leaned against the wall, and even through the thick wooden planks, he could feel the arrows vibrating slightly.

Qi Changlai had already been pulled to a corner behind the wall by Qi Xiaoliu. He squatted there with his cane, his expression serious but not flustered.

Qi Xiaoliu stood beside him, gripping the woodcutter's knife tightly in his hand, cold sweat pouring down his face.

Qi Feng glanced around and saw that all the villagers of Qijia Village were there, not a single one had run away, and they were all obediently following his instructions.

Qi Feng looked up again, but the cavalry still didn't approach. Instead, they dispersed again, then regrouped and charged towards the barricade.

A third volley of arrows was fired; this time, some arrows struck the walls, while others pierced the ground in the village.

Qi Feng mentally estimated the rhythm of each volley of arrows landing, and thus gained an understanding of their tactics.

This will only make the cavalry's arrows more and more accurate, and if they continue to defend, there will definitely be casualties.

Without hesitation, Qi Feng immediately stood up and shouted, "Ten people in a row, line up!"

The thirty county soldiers moved at the same time, and according to the instructions they usually followed during training, they lined up in three rows.

The first row of ten men stood against the wall, holding bows and arrows. The second row squatted behind the first row and waited. The third row squatted at the very back and waited for their turn.

The three rows maintained the spacing and order that Qi Feng had taught them, and no one stood in the wrong position.

Qi Feng glanced at Ye Ling Shuang, and the two exchanged a look. Ye Ling Shuang immediately understood the meaning in Qi Feng's eyes. She bent down and went to a hidden spot inside the wall, nocked an arrow, and locked her gaze on the group of people.

As the fourth wave of arrows approached, Qi Feng shouted, "First volley!"

Ten arrows flew out simultaneously from the inside of the wall, not aiming to hit their targets, but covering the area where the seven scouts were moving back and forth.

"First row, step back; second row, move up!"

Qi Feng didn't check the results of the battle; he simply continued issuing orders.

As soon as the first row of arrows was fired, the first row of people immediately stepped back to change their arrows, while the second row of people stepped forward and fired ten arrows at once.

"Second row, move out; third row, move up!"

After the second volley of arrows was fired, the rhythm of the horses' hooves outside became noticeably disordered.

Qi Feng could vaguely see through the cracks in the wall that a horse had gone astray, its back empty.

After the third volley of arrows was fired, Qi Feng did not allow them to continue rotating.

"Stop! Everyone back behind the wall!"

After a brief silence outside, a few unintelligible words were heard, but the sound of horses' hooves continued.

Qi Feng peeked out through a crack in the wall. There were two corpses lying on the ground, a horse standing still and sneezing, and the other horse had already disappeared into the distance.

There were seven people, and now there are five left.

Qi Feng glanced at Ye Ling Shuang's position. Ye Ling Shuang nodded to him and made a "one" gesture. Qi Feng breathed a sigh of relief and stood up again.

The man in the lead glanced at Qijia Village from a distance, then turned his horse around.

Qi Feng thought he was going to leave, but the man didn't go. Instead, he distanced himself again, reined in his horse at a distance, and watched them from afar.

"Master Qi! You're awesome!"

Liu, the head constable, couldn't help but praise from behind, and the others also looked excited.