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

Qi Feng squatted down against the haystack, looking at the people still standing beside him.

Qi Shitou collapsed to the ground, gritting his teeth as he forcefully broke off the arrow from his left shoulder and threw it away, blood flowing continuously from his shoulder.

Liu Si peeked out from behind the cover, his right hand covered in blood, and his bow and arrow had been replaced by a knife.

Qi Xiaoliu sat next to him, leaning against the wall. His sprained ankle was swollen like a steamed bun, and he was still grinning.

Zhang Yuan stood at the very front, his spear resting on the ground, and he didn't look well either.

Qi Feng counted and found that, including the garrison soldiers and wounded soldiers, there were only forty men who could fight on the threshing ground, while there were at least two hundred cavalrymen surrounding them from the outside.

The firelight illuminated the dark shadows that rose and fell on the horses' backs, pressing down densely.

However, he also knew that he had far more than just these people under his command. The shouts of battle that erupted from Qijia Village in the distance indicated that there were at least two hundred more garrison soldiers scattered in other places.

If the Rong cavalry wanted to deal with these people, they would have to send out at least one hundred cavalrymen later. In other words, these forty men only needed to face the less than two hundred cavalrymen in front of them.

I just wonder how things are going with Qi Daniu on the south wall?

"Brother Feng!"

As Qi Feng was thinking, Qi Daniu's voice came from the direction of the end of the village. His voice was hoarse and tired, and he was breathing heavily.

Qi Feng turned his head and saw Qi Daniu climb in from behind a collapsed courtyard wall, covered in blood. He had a long gash on his left shoulder that ran from his shoulder to his waist, the skin and flesh torn open, and the blood, which could not be contained by the strips of cloth, flowed down his leg.

Only one person followed him; the other five swordsmen who remained at the south wall never returned.

Qi Daniu walked up to Qi Feng, his lips moved, but his voice was so low that it was almost inaudible.

"The south wall...the south wall is blocked, all the cavalry that rushed in from that side have been killed, and the breach has been sealed, but the men haven't returned..."

Qi Feng looked at Qi Daniu, his throat dry as if it were stuffed with a wad of straw, and he couldn't utter a word.

He nodded, said nothing, and reached out to take out a strip of cloth to begin bandaging Qi Daniu's wound.

He was the only one in the group who knew emergency first aid. While the cavalry surrounded them again, Qi Feng quickly treated the wounds of all the injured soldiers around him.

Outside the village, the cavalrymen regrouped, and a hundred-man cavalry charge out again to wipe out the remaining garrison soldiers in the village.

The shouts of battle in the distance gradually subsided, indicating that the number of remaining garrison soldiers was dwindling.

Qi Feng stood up from behind the haystack, and one by one, the other survivors around him also stood up.

Qi Shitou used his saber to support himself on the ground, Liu Si rolled out from behind the cover and stood up, Qi Xiaoliu leaned against the wall, supporting himself on only one leg, Qi Daniu used his saber to support himself on the ground before slowly getting up, Zhang Yuan leveled his spear again, took a deep breath, and looked at the cavalry around him.

Qi Feng stood at the very front of them, his horse-slaying saber held horizontally in front of him, the blade already showing several nicks.

The firelight cast his shadow on the earthen wall behind him, and the shadow flickered and danced with the trembling of the flames.

Qi Feng's voice wasn't loud, but everyone could hear it.

"I know you're tired, and I'm tired too. I can't lift my arms anymore, Shi Tou is hit by an arrow, Da Niu has half his body cut off, Liu Si's bow is gone, and Xiao Liu's ankle is sprained. Everyone is injured. That group of people outside could rush in at any time, but I told you, we can't retreat before dawn."

Qi Feng raised his sword, the tip pointing at the cavalrymen outside the village.

"They came with five hundred men, but now more than two hundred are dead, leaving only about two hundred cavalry. We just sent out another squad; we only need to deal with the remaining one hundred or so!"

"But we estimate that nearly five hundred of us have died. Every inch of Qi Family Village was bought with lives. I, Qi Feng, have no intention of abandoning it alive. As long as I'm still standing here before dawn, you won't make me take another step!"

There were no cheers, no slogans; everyone quietly gripped what they were holding and aimed at the cavalry that was gathering outside.

Soon, the cavalry finished regrouping, and more than a hundred cavalrymen charged forward at the same time.

At such close range, Qi Feng could even clearly see the deep weariness on the faces of the group opposite him.

Tonight's bloody battle not only injured them, but also exhausted them; the opposing side couldn't hold on either!

"Did you see that? They can't hold on any longer! If you want to live, then kill them!"

Qi Feng roared, gripped the hilt of his sword tightly, lowered the blade, aimed at the first charging horse, and without taking a step back, swung his sword fiercely.

The sound of the blade cutting into bone was crisp and dull. The moment the horse's leg broke, the horse lurched forward, and the rider on its back was thrown off by the inertia, flying over Qi Feng's head and crashing heavily into the haystack behind him.

Before Qi Feng could turn around, the second horse had already charged forward, trampling over the corpse of the first horse.

Qi Feng sidestepped the horse's head, swung his knife forcefully, and the knife slid into the horse's chest cavity from the side. Before he could pull it out, the rider of the third horse bent down from his back and swung his knife. The curved knife grazed his scalp and flew past, pulling up a strand of hair.

Qi Feng loosened the saber that was stuck in the ribs of the second horse, leaned back, pushed off with his feet, and slid off the ground with his back against the ground.

The rider's sword missed its mark, and the horse trampled over him.

Qi Feng turned over and stood up, wiping the ash and blood from his face. He looked around and saw that the threshing ground was in complete chaos.

The cavalry charged into the crowd, and the garrison soldiers surrounded the horses in groups of three or five, hacking at them.

Some were cut down by scimitars, others were pierced through the belly of horses with spears. Qi Shitou dragged a rider off his horse, and the two of them clung to each other, rolling and fighting on the ground.

Qi Shitou bit the man's wrist with his teeth, while the man choked him with one hand.

Qi Feng rushed over, took out a short knife from his waist, and slit the man's throat with a single blow.

After he helped Qi Shitou up, Qi Daniu used his shoulder to brace a charging horse. The horse neighed and pushed him forward. Qi Daniu held the horse's stance for three breaths, then grabbed the horse's head and exerted force, forcefully pulling the horse down.

The man on horseback fell off, and Qi Daniu rushed forward and stabbed him to death. However, the wounds on Qi Daniu's body, which had just been bandaged, started bleeding again.

Qi Xiaoliu fell behind an overturned cart and was dragged behind a bunker by two soldiers. He was still shouting, "Let me go back," but he could no longer stand up.

Qi Feng bent down, picked up a long spear from the ground, and used it to block the gap at the front of the threshing ground.

After the first cavalry charge, the original 40 men on the field were reduced to less than 30.

The cavalrymen outside the threshing ground began to regroup. Fewer and fewer men were still standing behind him; some lay on the ground, still panting, while others were completely still.

The pile of hay in the center of the threshing ground was reduced to ashes, and the firelight gradually dimmed.

The eastern sky gradually turned a faint blue under the glow of the setting sun.

It's almost bright.