What the...? Bandits? The world really isn’t peaceful.
Being a bandit in such a poor place, are you sure you’ll make any profit?
The carriage continued moving forward and soon reached the hill An’an ntioned that had bandits.
Because of An’an’s reminder, Yang Ming drove the carriage carefully, paying close attention to everything around him.
Everything was going quite smoothly; they’d bypassed most of the area, just a short stretch to go before entering Yangling County’s territory.
Xiaoxiao could vaguely see the villages of Yangling County.
By now, the sun had set, and it was getting dark; if they hurried, they could spend the night there.
After a short distance, they suddenly noticed so noises around them.
Yang Ming imdiately beca alert and scanned his surroundings.
The noise grew louder and Yang Ming could see large rocks rolling down from the mountain.
He wanted to quickly move through the area but found even more rocks rolling down ahead.
Yang Ming imdiately pulled the reins, realizing it was safer to stop than rush forward.
The horses were startled by the falling rocks, and Yang Ming used all his strength to bring the carriage to a stop.
Inside the carriage, Xiaoxiao had opened the window to check upon hearing the noise.
She was also frightened by the rolling rocks—was this the legendary landslide? But sothing was odd; landslides shouldn’t be like this!
Xiaoxiao held the child and An’an close to the carriage wall to prevent them from falling inside.
The carriage finally stopped, but before Xiaoxiao could think, a cacophony of whistles filled the air.
On this silent mountain path, during the dusk, it sounded especially piercing.
No need to think; it was obvious they’d run into bandits.
Why didn’t they check their luck on the calendar before leaving? This was the worst luck ever.
Just as the whistling stopped, they heard rushing sounds—people moving quickly.
In a matter of seconds, the carriage was surrounded by bandits.
It turned out the rocks were rely tools to force them to stop, nothing accidental at all.
Yang Ming swiftly got onto the carriage, planning to speed through the ambush.
But it was already too late.
A bandit dragged Yang Ming off the carriage and began fighting him.
These bandits weren’t just so clueless villagers; years of banditry had honed their fighting skills.
This ti, Yang Ming couldn’t easily handle so many bandits.
While Yang Ming was battling the bandits, the carriage door was kicked open.
Startling An’an scread, "Ah!"
Before the scream stopped, they heard a roar, "Get off the carriage!"
Xiaoxiao was reluctant to leave the carriage; what if Yang Ming found a chance to drive it away? If they got off, they’d be dood.
Seeing no movent from the occupants, the door-kicking bandit rudely reached in to pull Xiaoxiao.
Xiaoxiao struggled desperately, refusing to get off.
But how could her strength compare to a bandit’s? She was still dragged halfway out.
At this mont, gaining sudden courage and strength, An’an bit the bandit’s arm, "Don’t grab my sister!"
The bandit, bitten, let go of Xiaoxiao but was enraged.
Soon, he pulled both Xiaoxiao and An’an off the carriage, showing no rcy.
Once off the carriage, Xiaoxiao fiercely protected the child, struggling to find an escape opportunity, but couldn’t break free; she glanced at Yang Ming’s side—it didn’t look good at all.
Seeing his wife dragged off the carriage, Yang Ming was desperate to get over to her, but he couldn’t shake off the bandits in front of him.
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