Cheriji, in the capacity of Left General of the King of Qiang, commanded five thousand elite Qie Xue troops to personally form a formation against a small faction of just over a hundred people, for just one reason— "The Divine Shooter General..." A former twenty-seventh on the Divine General List. Capable of single-handedly restraining a vanguard army. With a command capability exceeding thirty thousand. Divine Shooter General, Wang Shunchen. Cheriji still remembers those days, when he was just a Deputy General, and the Qiang tribe repeatedly rebelled against Chen Country. That time, they had taken advantage of the absence of the main forces of the Taiping Duke to plan another ’grain-harvesting’ raid, and thus intended to plunder southwards. However, the strategist of the Taiping Army, Tantai Xianming, saw through their tactics, leaving intentionally one defender behind, who was Wang Shunchen. One man, three thousand arrows a day. Killed two thousand nine hundred and ninety-seven people. The remaining three arrows, as per his habit, symbolized the cycle of life and death. When the three arrows hit the ground, if they obstinately pursued further— They couldn’t blame him for being ruthless. With incredible speed, wielding a longbow of dark gold with faint bloodstains, each arrow he shot was accompanied by a bowstring thrum like a long wind, and those hit by the arrows all died vomiting blood, a man singularly withstanding a vanguard’s charge. They had to avoid this terrifying front, detouring to the mountain’s rear to rest. While watching the sky and chatting idly about hometown matters, suddenly came a piercing sound, and the head of the friend gossiping beside him exploded, turning to see a straight hole on a blood-soaked mountainside. Read full story at noᴠelfire.net An arrow pierced the heavy rock, precisely blowing up the head of a Qiang warrior. The wind howled through the rock hole, like playing a flute, yet strangely carrying ghostly undertones, this flute-like sound, from beginning to end, echoed like a nightmare throughout his life. The world was in chaos, kings rose in the Western Regions, and the Qiang tribe also seemed to possess kingly dignity. But they decided to eliminate this Qiang disgrace, leading to this battle. Cheriji drank some water, seeing Daqi Village blocked in front with horse barriers and other implements, with the large village gates tightly shut, earthen walls above with tense-looking martial artists holding spears overlooking the outside. Cheriji shouted loudly: "Divine Shooter General, we have been indebted to your kindness for so long, hoping we can meet today and reminisce about old times. Please do not reject our goodwill." "We also hope you can join under our king’s command and serve as a Great General." But the five thousand Qie Xue troops remained outside the range of this renowned Sixth Layer Heaven general’s bow, equipped with shields, and even given a small martial world sect, Cheriji didn’t opt for a direct assault. Instead, choosing a cautious siege, letting the entire village inside run out of supplies and morale dwindle. The lingering prestige of the Divine Shooter General was too overwhelming. Cheriji dared not take his troops into the attack range. His loud shout received no response. But his skill and senses could pick up on the ceaseless sounds of argument inside the village, smiling with a scheme successful on his copper-brown face. Days passed by, and a small, impoverished village , relying solely on protecting trade routes for a living, wouldn’t have the food reserves of an aristocratic family, long enough for them to deplete. "Ha, my plan is working!" "This insignificant village, without reinforcements..." Cheriji paused, frowning slightly, finding these words unlucky, then his brow untightened: "An abandoned warrior, a Grandmaster who lost his bearings, only the Taiping Duke might awaken him." "But, the Taiping Army is long gone." "The Taiping Duke has been dead for over ten years now." "How could it be possible?" "How could the dead rise, and just in time for me to encounter!" "It’s no good, these guys have us closely watched, going out we might get shot by the cavalry, but the food and drink inside this village are running low, can’t hold for a few more days." "Right now, we’re already a bit hungry, in a few days, we won’t even have the strength to hold spears." "Still thinking of wielding a spear, outside is the military elite of the Western Regions." "About a hundred of us here, you in Second Layer Heaven, the captains of the five thousand Qie Xue Army outside are all Second Layer Heaven, armored with bows, here in Second Layer Heaven, even three-to-five martial mavericks combined might not defeat a captain in a great formation." "What do we do then!" "Sit here waiting for death!" Within Daqi Village, it was slightly chaotic, emotions a mix. They were aware of why the external troubles surrounded them, precisely because of that Guest Elder, the highest in martial arts here, but who spent his days drinking. Speaking of the Divine Shooter General, everyone initially failed to react, time is most ruthless, twenty years have passed since the peak era of the Divine Shooter General, twenty years, how many successors replaced predecessors, one by one stepping over the bones of forebears to tread the world. Except for the Taiping Duke, destined to be recorded in history books, the names of others gradually faded. The crowd discussed whether to send the Guest Elder out. Asking what he was doing, some sharp-eyed children peeked over, saw him still drinking, and just reported honestly, someone then said: "We can’t let ourselves get buried because of him..." "Why not drug him in the drink, knock him out, and send him out?!" The old village chief was greatly angry: "Who said that!!!"