The improved female villains regained their memories.

When the massive cavalry surged into the caravan, the guards immediately collapsed. Scimitars, arrows, blood, and heads rolling everywhere—the shock was so intense that no one harbored any hope of survival.

The old man, who was right there and witnessed it all, immediately understood everything.

The barbarians came to kill.

This time, they really intend to seize the city.

Chapter 148 The Resistance of the Little People

"Run!"

"The barbarians are coming! The barbarians are coming!"

"Run, run!"

Despair began to spread.

Some soldiers, clinging to a sliver of hope, did not resist when they saw the barbarians actually begin killing; instead, they fled.

Before the barbarian cavalry even reached them, they had only managed to break through the caravan guards on the outskirts, and the soldiers at the gate collapsed.

They just collapsed like that.

Having discarded their weapons and armor, they all wanted to run to safety.

The conscription system implemented by the Yan Kingdom was originally the responsibility of officers of the standing army. Since Liuyun City belonged to the Northern Border Prefecture and was under the name of Wang Tiande, it should have been his responsibility.

However, because most of the soldiers' pay was embezzled, Wang Tiande simply handed it over to the city lord of Liuyun City. The city lord then embezzled a portion of the soldiers' pay, which resulted in the soldiers not receiving their due monthly pay, and they might not even receive their monthly rations.

When Su Murong saw the recruitment notice, he realized that the rewards were actually much less; the actual amount distributed was only a small amount.

They don't even have enough for daily expenses, let alone military equipment and daily training expenses. The military equipment of Liuyun City has been lacking in training for a long time. Now that they see that the other side is serious, they all chicken out.

The Yan state, which established itself through military might, is now terrified of the enemy's swords—how pathetic!

The old man drew his spear and shouted, trying to stop the soldiers from collapsing: "Don't run!"

But nobody listened to him, and chaos erupted at the city gate.

The person in charge is not here; he went to the mansion to attend a banquet today.

"Grass!"

The old man cursed angrily, untied the bag, and took out three pills.

Strength Pill, Endurance Pill, Burst Pill.

After he took the three pills, his aging body suddenly radiated a different kind of brilliance.

Red blood and qi floated on his body, his muscles and blood vessels bursting with energy. He picked up his spear, assumed a fighting stance, and stood in front of the city gate.

The city gate was chilly in the evening breeze. A dark army pressed down like a tide, and in their path stood only an old man.

The swallow-shaped flag on the city gate trembled, but still stood stubbornly.

Finally, a barbarian on horseback charged forward first. The old man unleashed his strength and thrust his spear straight out.

boom!

A blast of air erupted, kicking up dust.

The horse was startled and lifted its leg, refusing to move forward.

The red-tasseled spear came with a powerful aura. The barbarian raised his sword to block, but he only felt a jolt in his blade, and his curved sword was actually pierced away.

Before they could react, the old man swept his gun tip across, leaving a trail of blood in the air.

The barbarian stared in disbelief, blood spurting from his mouth, and collapsed to the ground.

"Come on!!"

The old man roared, his voice echoing through the night, startling the horse so much that it neighed in terror.

However, the barbarian charge did not stop.

Dozens of barbarian cavalry charged forward, their target the old man.

The old man roared, and his aura erupted once more. His spear, like a white snake spitting its tongue, swayed left and right, breaking countless horse legs and throwing many barbarians off their horses.

The spear tip flicked left and right, the movements simple and unadorned, yet just a few simple moves could kill or wound any barbarian who approached.

A shaman on horseback, wielding a curved sword, charged toward the old man.

His body had strange scars that emitted a purple glow in the moonlight, giving them an eerie appearance.

The horse neighed beneath his feet, and he quickly approached, raising his knife to slash at the old man.

boom!

The old man raised his gun to block, but unexpectedly, the red-tasseled spear broke in two.

"You barbarian thief, prepare to die!"

The old man's eyes flashed with a fierce rage. He picked up the broken spear tip, aimed it at the exposed back of the witch god, and threw it.

boom!

However, the opponent's back was as hard as steel. The spear tip struck him, but it had no effect. Instead, it made a crisp sound and he fell to the ground.

"What……"

The old man was almost stunned. Just then, two more cavalrymen killed him, one on each side, and simultaneously raised their swords and bent over.

Warhorses galloped past, the cold wind howling.

The next moment, the old man's head was severed.

His vision was reversed, and the last thing he saw was the city gate.

The city gate was still open.

He glared angrily, his eyes wide open in death.

With no resistance, the cavalry charged like locusts, crushing his body and his unwillingness to accept defeat.

The swallow-shaped flag that fluttered in the wind above the city gate eventually broke.

The barbarian cavalry entered the city, and the cries and shouts were eventually drowned out by the sounds of battle.

Instead of heading straight for the outer slums as before, they rushed in through the streets, their targets being the residences of the major merchants and the city lord's mansion.

The patrolling soldiers on the street were overwhelmed. The merchants' defense force was not as useless as the soldiers at the city gate, but the incident happened suddenly, and with the cover of night, they had no way of knowing how many barbarian cavalrymen there were.

They tried to fight back, but were defeated by the collective charge of the witch gods.

Bargu rode forward on horseback. The barbarians had completely surrounded the city lord's mansion and had not let a single person escape.

He drew his sword and shouted in a barbarian language, "Kill!!!"

"Guda!!!"

A deafening roar echoed throughout the entire Liuyun City. The witch gods emitted demonic light, forcefully broke through the city gates of the city lord's mansion, and stormed in.

Bargu looked up at the plaque of the city lord's mansion and said to the eagle on his shoulder, "This place isn't that great."

The eagle spoke up: "Indeed, but I'm afraid some expert might suddenly appear in this city."

"Is that considered jinxing?"

"I'm a fucking eagle."

boom!

A violent explosion erupted from within, as the witch gods and the city lord's elite troops clashed, their battle cries shaking the heavens.

Logically speaking, the city lord's mansion should be the safest place, but firstly, the attack was carried out at night, so the enemy did not know how many barbarians had come; secondly, the fall of the city severely damaged their confidence; and thirdly, the barbarian shamans were stronger than ordinary people, and even veterans who had taken pills could not defeat them, let alone the barbarians.

Bargut's judgment was quite correct. After entering the city, he divided his troops into three groups: one group attacked the residences of major merchants, another group attacked the armory, and the main force, led by himself, attacked the city lord's mansion.

Today was supposed to be a banquet, and many business owners were at the feast. Now, Barga has led his troops to attack, and they've all been caught red-handed.

The elite guards of the city lord's mansion were indeed extraordinary, managing to resist the fierce attack of the witch god for a while, but that was all they could do.

The shouts and screams inside had almost subsided when Bargu dismounted and led the eagle inside.

In the courtyard, many figures were kneeling, weeping and wailing. Bargu glanced over and found that most of them were women.

These sorcerers were his most elite troops; each of them stood silently, holding a blood-dripping knife, and none of them released their lust upon the women.

They won't move unless Bargut tells them.

The cries of the wounded mingled with the stench of blood in the air. Some people realized that the person who had entered was the leader of these barbarians, and they secretly observed him. Bargu didn't care; such petty thoughts were useless against these defeated people.

Outside the door, someone rushed in to report to Barga, saying that the other two routes were also going smoothly, and the armory had been completely taken over by them.

It went so smoothly, too smoothly, so smoothly that it was almost surreal.

The extent of the neglect of the border defenses of the Yan Kingdom was astonishing. The cavalry led by Barhu only numbered around two thousand, while the garrison of Liuyun City numbered over ten thousand. If all of these men had taken up arms to resist, Barhu would never have been able to succeed so easily tonight.

But tonight, things just happened to go so smoothly.

The State of Yan was very strong, but it was like an old tiger, too old to show its fangs anymore.

After listening to his subordinates' report, he indicated that he understood, and then walked towards the main hall of the inner courtyard.

The inside was already under his men's control. Bargut stepped closer, his eye twitching involuntarily.

A scene of licentiousness.

The sorcerers stood silently around with cold faces, the dancers huddled in the corners trembling with fear, while the group of literati continued their procession under the watchful eyes of the crowd.

Some sang loudly, some ran around the table naked, some did [something], and some even displayed their alluring postures in front of the witch god.

The sorcerer who was forced to watch the performance had a cold face and his eyes were full of murderous intent. If it weren't for Balhu being there, he would have chopped the man in front of him into mincemeat.

After all, nobody wants to see an old man posing and flirting with them.

Bargu turned to look at the eagle: "Are you sure the Yan people are that scary?"

"Forehead……"

The eagle was somewhat speechless. It was an old demon and had witnessed the strength of the Yan Kingdom. It still remembered how the emperor, with the power of an immortal, led a group of iron cavalry who had taken elixirs to trample the demon mountain in Nanjun. Back then, the people of Yan could even kill demons, and they were definitely not the crazy people they were now.

The city lord was also in a frenzy, and with a dazed look in his eyes, he looked at Balhu who had just entered, and took small steps closer to kiss him.

"Hehehe, beauty."