Chapter 62 The Assault Rifle Demonstrates Its Mighty Power

Chu Chen parked the van sideways across the road, opened the rear door, and took out the Type 95 assault rifle.

Lighting a cigarette, he quietly waited for their arrival.

In fact, the van served as excellent cover. Sitting in the back seat, Chu Chen could not only fire precise single shots with ease, but also keep the rifle in his hands hidden from plain view.

Qiu Hai and his gang were marching along, cursing as they went.

"Where is that scouting brat? He better not have bloody run off in this freezing weather," Qiu Hai said to the second-in-command beside him.

The scout, shivering nearby, thought to himself: *Chief, I didn't run off, I'm about to freeze to death!*

"Who the hell knows? In this freezing cold, let alone people, even wild boars have burrowed into their dens."

After exchanging a few words, they dropped the matter. Everyone's sole objective now was to quickly reach Mashan Village.

Rounding a bend, Qiu Hai saw an iron shell parked horizontally right across the middle of the road.

The vehicle's doors were wide open, and a young man exhaling a cloud of smoke sat inside, looking at them with a smile.

"Friend, why are you blocking our path?" Qiu Hai raised a hand to halt his troop, shouting loudly toward Chu Chen.

Just at that moment, Tang Jiangtao had already led more than ten soldiers to quietly circle around behind the bandits.

"Did I block you? May I ask if you are the brave heroes of Green Ox Mountain?" Chu Chen exhaled a puff of smoke and asked casually.

"Friend, knowing we are from Green Ox Mountain, you still dare to block us? Have you lived long enough?"

Damn it, mountain bandits were always mountain bandits; why was their temper always so fiery?

"Green Ox Mountain, what brings you to my Mashan Village?"

"Good! Since you are from Mashan Village, let me ask you: some days ago, our third-in-command came here to collect tribute. Where is he?"

Qiu Hai frowned slightly. The young man before him looked far too composed and confident; could he have some formidable backing?

With that thought, he looked around. Because Uncle Feng and the others were well-concealed, nothing unusual was spotted.

Yet, looking back at his brothers trailing behind, Qiu Hai's confidence surged again.

So what if you have an ambush? After days of reconnaissance, they knew the entire fighting force of Mashan Village amounted to no more than twenty men.

Even if there were young men in the village, they were merely farm laborers. Facing fierce and ruthless bandits, they would be no better than helpless chicks.

Little did he know that the weapons capable of cleaving iron and steel like mud had given the people of Mashan Village immense confidence.

They were no longer those timid, submissive farmhands.

At this moment, Chu Chen's voice drifted out from the van again: "The third-in-command? You mean Old Third Ma? Since he dared to plot against me, he should have prepared himself to die—and that includes all of you, no exception."

Having identified them as bandits, Chu Chen showed them no courtesy whatsoever.

Today's battle was intended for the complete annihilation of these men.

"Such arrogant words! If you have the guts, come down and speak. I want to see what kind of divine being you really are."

With that, Qiu Hai spurred his horse and led his men closer toward Chu Chen.

"I'm your daddy, you damn fool."

Seeing them draw closer, Chu Chen shouted loudly.

His goal was to provoke them into a fury, and then unleash a completely dimensional-降维 destruction upon them. Aside from everything else, it was simply exhilarating.

"Such insolence! Brothers, charge! Capture this man!"

At Qiu Hai's command, the bandits spurred their horses and surged forward.

Inside the van, Chu Chen watched the oncoming horde of aggressive bandits and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

What a joke—why not kill enemies charging right up to your doorstep? Should he wait for them to come hack him to pieces later?

Amidst the rhythmic rat-tat-tat of gunfire, Qiu Hai and his vanguard tumbled headfirst into the snow before they even understood what was happening.

At that exact moment, Feng Er and Tang Jiangtao raised their sabers.

"Brothers, follow me and slay the enemy!" With that battle cry, over forty men charged out from the flanks and rear of the bandits.

Qiu Hai himself had been shot off his horse by Chu Chen in the very first exchange.

Immediately following him were the second-in-command and the other mounted leaders.

Seeing the forty-plus fighters tear into their ranks, the bandits descended into panic.

Once morale crumbled, slaughter was the only fate awaiting them.

A few clever-seeming bandits, noticing that only one man was inside the van, raised various weapons and rushed toward Chu Chen.

Suddenly, an arrow whistled through the air, and one of them collapsed onto the ground.

Accompanied by the whizzing sound of arrows and the ferocious roar of the Type 95 in Chu Chen's hands, the bandits fell in rows.

Meanwhile, the troops led by Uncle Feng and Tang Jiangtao swept forward with their sabers, cutting through the enemy like carving vegetables.

The entire battle lasted less than half an hour.

As the last bandit fell, the men finally lowered their blood-stained sabers.

The remaining bandits who had been wounded by bullets or arrows but were still breathing had their throats slit by Tang Jiangtao's men.

Only then did Chu Chen hide the Type 95 in the back seat, slip a handgun into his sleeve, and step out of the van.

"Well, Uncle Feng, Brother Tang, was this kind of battle exhilarating?"

Chu Chen looked at the corpses scattered across the ground and asked the men with a smile.

"Haha, Young Master Chu, your divine skill is peerless under heaven! This brother has fought in countless major battlefields, but to call your miraculous methods the work of a God of War would not be an overstatement at all."

Tang Jiangtao wiped the blood from his saber on a dead bandit's clothing and spoke with overwhelming excitement.

Without directly answering, Chu Chen looked at Tang Jiangtao and asked, "How many more bandits are left on Green Ox Mountain? I wonder why the officials don't take this opportunity to completely root out this malignant tumor."

"You're right! Strike while the iron is hot. Men, follow me to the City Lord's Mansion!"

Tang Jiangtao made to lead his men running toward the city.

"Hold on, Brother Tang. Two legs can never be as fast as me. Get in the car, I'll go with you."

Chu Chen quickly grabbed him. *Damn it, by the time you run to the City Lord's Mansion, it'll be pitch dark.*

"Ah? Young Master Chu, you mean I get to ride your iron beast too?"

"Stop dawdling and get in." Chu Chen opened the passenger door, and Tang Jiangtao promptly slid into the seat.

With a roar of the engine and a heavy press on the gas pedal, the vehicle sped toward Qingyun City.

At the gates of Qingyun City, the guards once again assumed a battle-ready posture.

It wasn't until they saw Chu Chen sticking his head out of the window that they broke into smiles and cleared the path.

Yet, deep down, none of their hearts were at peace. Riding a motorcycle was one thing, but this time the fellow had straight-up conjured a flying metal shell!

Outside the City Lord's Mansion, hearing the roaring approach of the massive iron shell, Lan Tianlei hurried out quickly. In his heart, he knew that anyone capable of pulling off such bizarre tricks could only be Young Master Chu.

Chu Chen and Tang Jiangtao stepped briskly out of the vehicle.

Chu Chen called out to Lan Tianlei, "City Lord Lan, I'm here to disturb you once more."
"Young Master Chu's grand arrival is a great honor. Please, come inside."

"We won't go in. Over a hundred bandits from Green Ox Mountain attacked my Mashan Village and have been completely wiped out. I figured it might be a good idea to ask City Lord Lan to organize a force and eradicate them once and for all."