Accompanied by the whistling, the bandits shouted as they charged up the slope, but suddenly there were men and horses turned over, many being taken out by the tripwires and traps. Seeing this scene, the warriors holding onto the hill cheered loudly. However, the bandits were not easy to deal with either; they immediately lit torches, and then the sound of horns was heard, causing the bandits to dismount in unison and advance with long spears and shields. Meanwhile, the bandits at the rear kept shooting arrows to cover their comrades at the front.
Watching this situation, one of the people on the hill remained silent for a moment, then immediately shouted in anger.
"Release the rolling stones!!"
With his order, dozens of massive stones rolled down the slope, smashing directly into the enemy’s shield formation, causing immediate chaos. The hidden caravan warriors then revealed themselves, launching another volley, causing over two hundred more casualties instantly.
This made Graybeard stomp in rage, while on the caravan warriors’ side, there was jubilant cheering. However, the bandits, after all, were bloodthirsty marauders, and they quickly pulled back only to begin organizing a third attack.
Seeing this, the leading warrior of the caravan also frowned. The opponent had eight hundred bandits, while his side only had fifty or sixty people. Achieving the current results was already sheer luck; they should now be considering how to escape.
However, just as this warrior was about to open his mouth to command everyone to prepare for a breakout, he suddenly caught an eerie sound with his ears.
It was the sound of a zither.
"Twang... twang twang..."
The melodious sound of the zither began to echo quietly across the grassland. The sound was not loud, yet it seemed to possess a certain magical power that even the loud shouts of the bandits and warriors could not drown out. Soon, the bandits stopped in their tracks, the warriors ceased their shouting, and both sides seemed to reach an inexplicable tacit understanding, listening intently to this kotone that seemed to come from nowhere.
Then, both sides’ expressions changed.
The warriors were ecstatic, while the bandits appeared as if they had seen some kind of creature, their faces showing fear.
"It’s the deathly kotone! Run!!"
Someone shouted first, and the bandits almost turned around to flee, but at this moment, the zither sound rose sharply.
It was as if a large army were ambushed all around. If the previous melody expressed the heaviness and oppression before a great battle, then at this moment, the intense and lofty zither sound displayed the army leaping up, engaging the enemy in merciless combat!
Under the passionate and lofty zither sound, everyone seemed to see an illusion realm. They saw a large army lurking in the grass, then leaping up to surround their enemies from all sides. Arrows flew, and the sound of killing was deafening. The enemy fought back desperately, but ultimately ended in a devastating defeat...
The melody ended.
Graybeard sat on his horse, his eyes wide in terror at the grassland under the night sky. Then, a gentle breeze blew, followed by Graybeard’s burly body swaying twice and then toppling off his horse.
"Thud."
Graybeard’s fall was like a signal, and all the surrounding enemies fell to the ground, just like harvested wheat. In an instant, the originally surrounding eight hundred bandits were completely annihilated, with only their warhorses remaining, looking around in confusion, not knowing what had happened.
"What is going on?"
On the side of the caravan warriors, the leading man was equally stunned, while another warrior beside him shouted excitedly.
"It’s Young Master Fang! Master!"
"Young Master Fang?"
"Yes, Fang Zheng, Young Master Fang! It’s rumored he travels the lands, eliminating those bandits and marauders who harm the region. Whenever his kotone sounds, those villains fall. Some even say he is a Celestial Being incarnate! Originally thought it was just a rumor, but it turns out it’s true!"
At this moment, another older warrior was also very excited. Although previously they held the advantage, injuring three to four hundred of Graybeard’s men, everyone knew it was only by leveraging the advantageous terrain and traps. The opponent, with over eight hundred people, wouldn’t care about such small matters. Even after breaking through, they feared considerable sacrifices were inevitable.
Yet now these bandits had all perished just like that, proving that the dramatic ups and downs of life could indeed be thrilling!
"Look!"
At this time, another warrior urgently spoke, and then everyone saw, under the moonlight, a young man riding leisurely on a White Deer appearing before them.
Soon, a warrior stepped forward, respectfully clasping his fists and inquiring.
"May I ask if you are Young Master Fang Zheng?"
"I am."
Hearing this inquiry, Fang Zheng chuckled. Growing up in this era, almost everyone had a Martial Hero dream. Of course, when it came to weapons and sects, each person had their preferences. Some liked Taijiquan, some preferred the Golden Snake Sword, while others liked hidden weapons.
Fang Zheng’s favorite was the Six-Fingered Demon of the Zither.
After all, killing with kotone is just too cool, right!
So after Fang Zheng arrived in this era, he aimed to create his own Sound Killing Technique. After all, with his knowledge surpassing this era and his inherent powerful strength, he could alter frequencies by integrating his power into sound waves, thus causing harm to his enemies.
Of course, this kind of technique can’t cleverly differentiate between enemies and allies, but as long as you control the range, it should be fine.
"I came here tracking these bandits, and I didn’t expect to encounter them right here. Hmm... looks like our luck is fairly good."
"Indeed, indeed. Meeting with Young Master Fang is truly a rare fortune for us..."
"No need to say more."
Fang Zheng waved his hand.
"It’s quite impressive that you all could stand against eight hundred bandits with only a few dozen men."
"It’s all thanks to Grandfather Xiang here!"
As they spoke, some of the samurai pushed a sturdy young man forward. He looked somewhat reserved as he clasped his fist towards Fang Zheng, who was sitting on the White Deer.
"I am Xiang Shaolong. Thank you, Young Master Fang, for your rescue."
"Hmm... hmm?"
Upon hearing this name, Fang Zheng was taken aback and then looked at the man in front of him again.
What the heck!
Xiang Shaolong?!
The pioneer of transmigrators!
The first to open a harem after time travel!
Back in the day, Fang Zheng read "Record of Seeking Qin" quite a lot; he naturally remembered Xiang Shaolong the most. He knew that this guy was a pioneer who started an era, and it was unexpected to see him here... Goodness, Xiang Shaolong, you’re my idol, please sign an autograph for me.
"It was a mere trifle, no need for thanks."
Thinking of this, Fang Zheng chuckled. He had no interest in stealing Xiang Shaolong’s harem. In fact, Fang Zheng never intended to find a woman in this era, and after realizing this was "Record of Seeking Qin," he had even less interest. But this was Zhao Kingdom, and this was Wu Clan’s convoy... Oh, so Xiang Shaolong had just recently transmigrated here.
At this moment, more samurai came forward and exchanged pleasantries with Fang Zheng, then invited him to go to Handan. Fang Zheng naturally accepted with pleasure. If it were someone else’s invitation, Fang Zheng might not be interested, but this was Xiang Shaolong, the pioneer of transmigrators, and Fang Zheng wanted to see what this guy was capable of.
Meanwhile, Xiang Shaolong was also looking at Fang Zheng with a complex expression. Just as Fang Zheng thought, Xiang Shaolong had not been in this world for long, and he initially thought that relying on his strength and experience as a special forces soldier would be enough to make his mark in this world. However... what on earth is this?!
Sound Killing Technique, is this a martial arts novel?!
If Xiang Shaolong hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he would hardly believe there were such magical martial skills in the world. Even more incredible to him was that the young man named Fang Zheng just blew a whistle lightly, and the bandits’ horses scattered all over the grassland immediately obediently ran over, following behind him... This scene not only amazed the samurai but also made Xiang Shaolong widen his eyes.
Could it be that those stories in martial arts novels weren’t made-up? Did such magical individuals and events really exist in ancient times?!
If this era is full of such people, then can I still mix in here?
At this moment, Xiang Shaolong was filled with deep concerns about his future.
After that, everyone quickly joined up with Tao Fang’s merchant caravan, and after learning about the situation, Tao Fang was also immensely grateful to Fang Zheng. Naturally, he did not hesitate in his appreciation of Xiang Shaolong either. After all, it was Xiang Shaolong who led the samurai to hold off the pursuit, buying time for Tao Fang’s caravan. He promised that once they returned, he would definitely credit and reward Xiang Shaolong for his heroic spirit.
Xiang Shaolong was naturally very grateful for this, but after a couple of rounds of drinks, he couldn’t help but express his inner doubts to Tao Fang.
"Lord Tao, that Young Master Fang can kill with Sound Killing Technique and freely control war horses; could it be that such magical individuals and events are common?"
"How could that be possible?"
Hearing Xiang Shaolong’s question, Tao Fang burst into laughter.
"Although indeed travelling across countries, you can often hear many bizarre stories, most are exaggerated and can’t withstand scrutiny. But this Young Master Fang isn’t just a rumor; he single-handedly made the bandits flee in terror, which is a solid achievement. In fact, it’s said that the King of the Six Kingdoms had once tried to recruit Young Master Fang, but he refused nearly all of them. Of course, there are also rumors that this Young Master Fang is a Celestial Being incarnate, which I think is not entirely unreasonable..."
"Is that so..."
Hearing this, Xiang Shaolong felt somewhat relieved. If this world was full of people like Fang Zheng, what would he be doing here, he might as well go back to Sanglin Village to farm and retire with Lady Silkworm.
But just as he relaxed a little, another thought crept into Xiang Shaolong’s mind.
You know, Xiang Shaolong is a modern man too, and he’s read martial arts novels. Generally speaking, when encountering such invincible masters in this situation... shouldn’t he be apprenticing under them?!

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