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

Huli Shi reined in the reins, drew his scimitar from his waist and held it horizontally in front of him, his eyes no longer showing contempt as he looked at Qi Feng.

For so many years, the Rong cavalry had roamed the battlefields, and they didn't even take the Sui Dynasty's elite troops seriously. But now, they had actually lost three men to those county soldiers in a village.

That alone is enough to give him a hard time when he gets back; training a cavalryman is no cheap job.

But Huli Shi also knew that Qi Feng was completely different from the people he had encountered before. If he could eliminate Qi Feng here, it would reduce a powerful enemy for their Great Rong.

With this in mind, Huli Shi decided to stop here and prepare to kill Qi Feng.

"Sergeant, let's get started!"

Hearing his subordinate's words, Hulü Shi nodded slightly and spurred his horse toward Qi Feng.

Qi Feng narrowed his eyes slightly, without retreating, but his fingers unconsciously tightened their grip.

Facing nine Rong cavalrymen, even though Qi Feng was a king of soldiers in his previous life, he did not show any signs of relaxation.

In the era of cold weapons, any chance of luck would cost one's life. Faced with this group of people, Qi Feng would only use two hundred percent caution and all his strength to deal with them.

Huli Shi came to a distance of fifty paces from Qi Feng and said something that Qi Feng couldn't understand, but his tone and the semi-circular formation of the cavalry explained everything.

Before he could make a move, Qi Feng spurred his horse and charged towards Huli Shi, holding the short sword at his side with the blade low and leaning his body against the horse's back.

Hulü Shi did not expect Qi Feng to take the initiative. Most people who are surrounded on the battlefield, especially in this situation where they are outnumbered, would choose to defend in place or find a way to escape. But Qi Feng chose to directly attack the opponent's strongest point.

Qi Feng's goal was a blitzkrieg, to eliminate the enemy's core forces in the shortest possible time to achieve a deterrent effect. Once the enemy's morale was broken, the rest would be no threat.

The two charged at each other, rapidly closing the distance between them.

Just before they made contact, Qi Feng sidestepped and used his short sword to deflect Huli Shi's curved blade. The blades clashed, producing a piercing metallic clang.

Qi Feng's hand was numb from the shock, but after a brief contact, Qi Feng's chances of winning rose sharply. In just one move, he figured out Huli Shi's strength and speed.

Although the first strike failed to break through Huli Shi's defense, Qi Feng had already gotten very close to Huli Shi's side. The distance was too close, and Huli Shi's curved blade could not be swung freely.

Qi Feng seized the opportunity and thrust his short sword into Huli Shi's right ribs. It was a gap in the leather armor that was just big enough for Qi Feng to thrust his short sword in.

The short knife pierced the leather armor, touching something slightly hard. Qi Feng didn't loosen his grip; he increased the force of his wrist and pushed it in an inch deeper.

Huli Shi grunted and grabbed Qi Feng's wrist with his left hand. The two of them lost their balance and fell off their horses.

Upon landing, Qi Feng flipped over and landed on top of Hulü Shi, the short knife still embedded in Hulü Shi's right rib.

Huli Shi was pinned to the ground by Qi Feng. Feeling a sharp pain in his right chest, he desperately tried to push Qi Feng off with his knee against Qi Feng's side.

But Qi Feng's knees were pressed down on Huli Shi's left forearm, and his right hand pressed down hard on the hilt of the knife, stabbing it deeper.

Slowly, Huli Shi's eyes changed from fierce to shocked, and then from shocked to unwilling. He spat out a mouthful of blood, which stained his beard red.

Hulü Shi's grip on Qi Feng's wrist gradually loosened, and Qi Feng drew his short knife, instantly stabbing it into Hulü Shi's neck, killing him instantly.

At this moment, Huli Shi's pupils suddenly dilated, and he stared at Qi Feng with resentment. He never expected that someone from an unknown small village could take him down with a single blow. How could someone with such skills be here?

After dealing with Huli Shi, the eight riders who had charged with him seemed to fall silent for a moment.

They looked at the Huli Stone on the ground, then at Qi Feng standing still. Their horses trotted a few steps in place, but no one charged forward again.

Someone shouted, their tone urgent and their expression tense. The remaining few exchanged glances and then looked towards Qijia Village, the direction they had come from.

Qi Feng didn't know what they were shouting, but he could tell that the group of people had become noticeably tense after Huli Shi's death.

According to the military regulations of the Great Rong, if a squad leader dies in battle and his subordinates escape, he will be severely punished. The only way for these men to survive is to retrieve Huli Shi's body and bring back Qi Feng's head. There is no other way to avoid punishment.

If they were to abandon Hulishi and flee back, they would face severe punishment. They had no other choice.

After a brief hesitation, the eight riders spurred their horses and charged toward Qi Feng.

The horses' hooves pounded the dry earth, raising dust as the eight men formed a horizontal line, their scimitars held at their sides—a method they frequently used.

When faced with the weak and frail border troops of the Sui Dynasty, the Rong cavalry would charge in this manner, their scimitars becoming deadly weapons.

On the battlefield, the Rong people used this tactic to take the lives of countless Sui soldiers.

Qi Feng didn't have time to mount his horse, so he could only roll on the ground as a curved blade grazed past his head.

Qi Feng rolled under the horse's belly and slashed the horse's hind leg with his short knife. The horse was startled and reared up, causing the rider to lose his balance.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Qi Feng immediately crawled out from under the horse's belly, grabbed the rider, and plunged his short knife into his throat, swift and clean.

The remaining seven men were surprised by Qi Feng's decisive skills. Just as they were about to surround and attack Qi Feng again, a sharp arrow suddenly came from afar and hit one of the riders in the chest.

Ye Ling Shuang dismounted, stood still, and continued to draw her bow, shooting at the remaining cavalrymen.

At the same time, Liu, the head constable, called out from afar, his voice heavy with breath: "Master Qi, we're here!"

The seven riders still on horseback did not retreat. One of them turned his horse around and charged towards Ye Ling Shuang, but was shot in the shoulder by an arrow from Ye Ling Shuang and fell to the side.

The remaining six pressed towards Qi Feng. As long as they killed Qi Feng and took Huli Shi's body back, everything would still be in time.

Qi Feng knelt on one knee, holding a curved sword horizontally in front of him, assuming a defensive posture.

The county soldiers in the distance were getting closer and closer to them. Even though they were all panting heavily from exhaustion, they had not lost their fighting spirit.

At this moment, they finally understood why Qi Feng usually trained them to run.

Faced with the attack of six people, Qi Feng once again hid under the horse's belly. This time, the horse was directly cut down by a flurry of blows, but it also blocked one of Qi Feng's attacks.

With their last chance to attack lost, Commander Liu led his county soldiers over and ordered them to form ranks and fire a volley of thirty arrows, which struck three men directly.

The scouts who went to find Ye Ling Shuang were also killed by Ye Ling Shuang with a single sword strike.

Thus, only three rangers remained on the field.

Seeing the situation on the field change in an instant, they knew that the battle was lost and they could only flee westward.

Qi Feng arrived near a group of horses, mounted them, and gave chase. At the same time, he drew his bow and shot another man.

The two remaining people became increasingly nervous, and they even began to lose control of the horse's direction.

Qi Feng pursued them for a mile before shooting the two men dead on their horses, thus annihilating all twelve riders.