Top-notch Little Horseman

This is not just a rumor!

The sound of the wind whistling across the sand is scattered, but this sound is rhythmic, the sound of shoes grinding against the sand.

Ye Chen stood on the arrow tower at one end of the courtyard wall, opened his eyes and listened for a moment in the darkness, then reached out and nudged the smoker next to him awake.

"There's movement!" He lowered his voice so that almost only his lips were moving.

Smoker suddenly grabbed the Qi family knife beside him and was about to stand up, but at that moment, Ye Chen pressed down on his wrist.

"Keep it down! Go tell those guys to bring their weapons and prepare for battle!"

Five people were assigned to guard the arrow towers, and soon all five towers were manned. Anyone who entered would be shot down.

There were just too few arrows; there were only three. Otherwise, no matter how many came, they would all die.

Ye Chen had originally planned to make a fortune today and wanted to prepare more bows and arrows, but there wasn't enough time. He didn't expect these thieves to sneak in tonight.

However, with preparations in place, three bows and arrows are enough to hold the line. Even if these thieves manage to sneak in, they will definitely not come out unscathed.

After such a long period of posture training, they walk with their backs against the wall, their steps light and steady.

Liang Zhichao peered out from the edge of the wall and saw something reflect light in the darkness at the base of the wall.

That's a knife!

Liang Zhichao pulled back, stretched out four fingers and gestured towards the outside of the wall, then pointed in a direction.

Ye Chen nodded slightly, pulled the smoker over and pointed towards the east wall, pulled Liang Biao over and pointed towards the west wall, then patted Liang Zhichao on the shoulder and pointed towards the front crenellation.

"Monkey, I'm handing over command of the arrow tower to you. Wait for the right moment to act." Ye Chen left these words and quickly descended the arrow tower, carrying a machete as he crouched and moved to the courtyard gate.

There was a two-finger-wide crack under the gate. Peeking through the crack in the dim moonlight, I saw dozens of dark figures rushing towards me.

The cold wind seeping in through the crack in the door carried a smell of sweat and rust!

Ye Chen turned and gestured to the smoker, who nodded slightly and tightened his grip on the Qi family knife.

Three dark figures had already crept up to the base of the courtyard wall.

The first one squatted down to form a human ladder, the second one stepped on his shoulders, grabbed the top of the wall with both hands, and pushed hard.

Just as he leaned over the wall, a cold glint of light slashed down at his head.

The back of the Qi family knife in the smoker's hand slammed hard onto his head, and after a muffled thud, he fell straight down without even uttering a sound.

"Damn it! Get on the wall!" Blackhead roared from outside the wall.

More than a dozen dark figures climbed up from all directions at the same time, and some people also crashed into the courtyard gate. The gate was banged loudly, but the bolt was made of old locust wood and was stuck in the stone groove without moving.

Two archers drew their bows on the eastern slope, and arrows whizzed past, striking the ramparts of the courtyard wall, scattering gravel and debris towards the smoker.

The two men who had been ramming the door took a few steps back, preparing to ram it again, when Ye Chen picked up a wooden spear and poked it through the crack in the door.

The spear tip struck one man squarely in the calf. The man screamed in agony, clutching his leg and rolling to the ground.

The other person jumped back in fright. Ye Chen withdrew his spear, blood dripping from the tip.

A shout of battle came from the direction of the back hillside, and Xiao Ma led a few people to rush in through the gap in the back wall.

There was a shallow ditch that had just been dug yesterday in front of the gap. It was too dark to see clearly. Xiao Ma stepped into the hole and twisted his ankle, falling forward.

Several of his men behind him lost their footing and tripped over each other, piling up in a heap.

Liang Biao burst out of the shadows, wielding a large steel knife, and slashed it hard at the back of the knee of the man in front.

Although the man stepped back, he was still struck by the steel blade, blood splattered out, and he fell to his knees with a thud.

Liang Zhichao rushed up from behind and struck him on the back of the neck with his spear, causing him to fall to the ground and remain motionless.

The horse herder by the west wall and the thief who had climbed over the wall got into a fight, and soon blood splattered all over the ground.

The one leading the team on the west wall was Gangzi, who was quite skilled, only slightly weaker than Yan Gui.

A man who was half a head taller than Gangzi grabbed him by the neck with one hand, pressed him to the ground, and then picked up a short knife with the other hand and stabbed him downwards.

Gangzi held the other man's wrists tightly with both hands, his face flushed red, the tip of the knife less than three inches from his throat.

"You smoker!" Ye Chen roared.

The smoker rushed to the west wall and kicked the man in the lower back.

The man groaned, and Gangzi seized the opportunity to snatch a short knife, flipped over and pinned the man down, holding the knife to his neck.

"Don't move!" Gangzi gasped, "Move even a fraction of an inch and I'll cut you up!"

"bump!……"

Just then, a loud crash came from the courtyard gate.

Blackie was holding a stone pillar, and the top of the pillar smashed against the door, cracking the gate.

Ye Chen leaned against the door, and when the second impact came, he suddenly pulled open the bolt, and the door opened inward.

Blackhead couldn't stop himself and fell into the courtyard along with the stone pillar, which rolled twice on the ground.

He scrambled to his feet, spat, and glared fiercely at Ye Chen: "Damn it! You've been fighting for so long, this is getting tough! But you've met your match, you're dead today!"

Ye Chen didn't speak, but stared intently at him.

Blackhead was a hunter by trade, a big, strong man, and his waist knife was a finger's width wider than an ordinary knife.

He swung his sword at Ye Chen, who dodged the blade and thrust his short sword toward Ye Chen's waist.

Instead of dodging, he swung his sword again, aiming for Lin Chen's shoulder.

He actually wanted to take Ye Chen's blow head-on, and then chop Ye Chen in half with one strike.

Trade wounds for wounds!

Although Ye Chen's strike would severely injure Hei Tou, he himself would lose an arm, making it a losing proposition.

Ye Chen had no choice but to sheathe his sword and dodge, then look for an opportunity to launch an attack.

However, before Ye Chen could make a move, Blackhead, whose first strike failed, slashed again.

Unable to dodge in time, Ye Chen could only raise his short sword to defend himself, and was forced to retreat several steps by the impact.

The black-headed dagger was heavy and powerful, each strike accompanied by the sound of wind. Ye Chen dared not take it head-on, and could only move his feet back, forth, left, and right.

"bump!……"

Blackhead slashed his blade against the stone wall, sparks flying. Taking advantage of the moment when Blackhead sheathed his blade, Ye Chen thrust his own blade towards Blackhead's waist.

Unable to sheathe his sword and continue his attack, Blackhead could only twist his waist to dodge. Although the short sword failed to pierce his waist, it did cut it open, leaving a pool of blood.

Blackhead grunted and tried to swing his knife to attack again, but at that moment, Ye Chen changed the direction of the short knife in his hand and swept it towards his arm.

His arm was slashed and bloody, the knife slipped from his hand, and he staggered back several steps.

He clutched his bleeding wrist, took two steps back, and shouted towards the courtyard gate, "Retreat!"

Upon hearing Blackie's words, the thieves who had originally intended to provide backup immediately turned and ran.

"Kill them! Kill them all, leave no one alive!" Ye Chen picked up the blue broadsword that had fallen from Hei Tou's head and chased after them.

"Swish, swish!..."

Arrows were fired in succession, each one killing a person.

The horsemen gave chase and quickly formed an encirclement, capturing all the invading enemy.

Some died, some knelt, and even Blackhead couldn't escape; he was kicked face-first by Ye Chen.

The battle lasted less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Ye Chen examined the blue steel knife in his hand. The words "Zhenbian" were engraved on the blade. This was... a knife from the military.