Maiden Galaxy

On that day, the Third Sister Peak's bandits finally recalled the terror when they were once surrounded by the local authorities, that humiliation of falling into banditry. Fine then, as far as Boss Qiao Dasheng of Third Sister Peak was concerned, that really was an afternoon like no other.

When they learned that Fourth Sister Peak's bandits were majestically assaulting their fort, Boss Qiao Dasheng was disdainful. Who were they kidding. His fort had more than three hundred warriors, including cavalry and archers. His second-in-command was once an imperial officer. After he joined their ranks, he helped train them in battle formations used by the court.

Their morale was high, their Qi-blood boiling, possessing a kind of discipline. There really was no reason to place those vagabonds from Fourth Sister Peak in their eyes. Apparently, that leader of theirs had been killed by someone. Qiao Dasheng had been considering finding an opportunity to assimilate them. He did not expect that they would instead go berserk and attack his fort. Fine, since the little lambs were coming to his doorstep, Qiao Dasheng did not mind coming to party. This was perfect to display his own power, and then annex Second Sister Peak in the future.

Consequently, harboring a "lamb into the tiger's den" mentality, Qiao Dasheng, group happily and eagerly awaited for their counterparts' arrival. To see their disorderly march, their complete lack of discipline, Qiao Dasheng despised them.

The truth was as he expected. Fourth Sister Peak's second-in-command was determined to depend on him, but this guy absolutely wanted a contest. More than a hundred dead chiefs would not have mattered. Qiao Dasheng and the others did not hesitate to open the gates, and two hundred warriors rushed down to attack.

But in the instant the warriors attacked, those unorganized enemies abruptly changed. As if planned in advance, all their warriors assumed individual positions, drawing their blades and ripping apart their rags, revealing blinding armor and sharp weapons. Thereupon, the chaotic march vanished, and that "lack of discipline" became nothing more than words.