Feeling the arrow imbued with domineering power whistling through the air, the blond-haired leader had no time to dodge.
In full view of everyone, an arrow pierced the temple of the blond-haired leader.
In the blink of an eye, a living person had become a corpse, falling to the ground with a thud that kicked up a considerable amount of dust.
The Tatars were momentarily thrown into disarray, and it was during this commotion that the companions made their move.
The companions learned that day that Fu, that woman, also preferred to strike subtly.
Watching Fu's summoned vines trip the front horse legs of the Tatars, Yang Xinjie impatiently unleashed her first volley of wind blades.
Wherever the wind blades struck, even the thick hides of the Tatars were cut, instantly drawing blood.
Hearing the successive cries of pain, Xu Ruyi also hurried to join the fray, "This grandma will liven things up for you all today."
Seeing Xu Ruyi about to act, Pang Dun'er quickly jested, "Ruyi, in this cold weather, your skill is a bit inhumane. Let me handle it." After speaking, Pang Dun'er erected a tall earthen wall between the Tatars and the people of Qilin Town.
"Hey, Pang Dun'er, you have to let me practice," Xu Ruyi said, and without further ado, began to make it rain.
However, the weather was too cold, and what fell from the sky were ice shards.
Xu Ruyi clearly noticed this as well, and with a mournful face, grumbled, "This wasteful weather discriminates against my skills. It's just ice shards falling, how can I play?"
"Pfft."
The companions were all amused by the scene.
"You guys are still laughing. I just realized today that water-element abilities are useless in winter," Xu Ruyi said, then put on another performance of quiet sorrow.
"Ruyi, it's not that bad. If your ability is useless, is mine just chicken cutlets?"
It was rare for the captain to be humorous, and not only did the companions laugh, but Lan Tianyao and the people of Qilin Town almost burst into laughter along with them.
The Tatars were furious to the extreme. These people who had appeared from nowhere had not only killed their leader but also disrespected their Tatar warriors, openly provoking them. They were clearly tired of living.
Seeing the Tatars quickly nominate another burly man of indeterminate age as their leader, Lan Tianyao became serious.
"Everyone, prepare for emergency defense. This old fellow seems even more bloodthirsty than the last brat."
"It's fine, we are always ready for battle."
The companions also dropped their nonchalant expressions.
The Tatars, looking at the opposing numbers, still overwhelmingly outnumbered, saw arrogance and prejudice slowly reassert themselves in their minds.
The disparity in numbers and strength was evident. Even with an archer among the newcomers, they didn't take him seriously.
Just one archer, his arrows would eventually run out.
Their Tatar warriors
feared no death, and they could endure those arrows even if it meant forming a human shield.
Alas, no one told them how terrible the consequences of their haste would be.
With a series of loud shouts, the Tatars launched the first attack.
At this moment, the people of Qilin Town remembered the earthen wall in front of them.
Each of them exclaimed with surprise and delight, "Pang Dun'er, you can still cultivate earth-element abilities?"
Pang Dun'er proudly puffed out his chest and softly "mm-hmm."
Receiving this crucial information, the people of Qilin Town were ecstatic.
"Damn it, after we finish off these Tatars, Pang Dun'er, you better tell me how you learned to cultivate abilities after arriving here."
Pang Dun'er really wanted to say that it was the same as before, but they currently lacked crystal cores and couldn't cultivate.
Pang Dun'er then thought of the crystal cores provided by Xin Ci, which kept their ability levels constantly rising. His proud expression now extended beyond his chest.
The sight made the companions exclaim, "It's an eyesore."
Xu Jiacan felt he couldn't bear to look; Pang Dun'er's chest... he'd better not describe it, lest the author break the rules.
Fortunately, there wasn't much time for him to ponder. The Tatars had already charged forward.
"Hahaha."
Amidst Xiao Ai's wild laughter, the first wave of Tatars, without any suspense, performed a difficult somersault. However, their movements were not smooth, and their skill levels were too low; they all landed with large areas of their bodies hitting the ground.
Listening to the successive thuds, the companions grinned, feeling the pain for them.
Xiao Ai still felt it wasn't enough and took the opportunity to bargain with Lan Tianyao, "Brother Lan, you have to give us half of those horses."
Lan Tianyao replied, "Miss Xiao Ai, can you pity us a little? Look at us when we faced those brats from the Tatar clan; without horses, we were already at a disadvantage in terms of presence."
Xiao Ai: It seems so.
"Miss Xiao Ai?"
Xiao Ai: What else could she say?
Seeing Xiao Ai fall silent, Lan Tianyao then fixed his gaze on the captain.
"Long Teng, why don't you be generous and give us all these horses?"
"The Tatars have thousands of horses. Do you really have that many people?"
"We don't need that many; one per person will suffice."
"Let's fight first, and we'll talk about it afterward."
"Alright!"
...
When Qi Yuanshan arrived with the cavalry from the thousand-household prefecture, he saw that the plain ahead had descended into chaos.
But he still spotted the maiden on the white horse at a glance.
The maiden was dragging a long vine, and together with Long Teng, they were tripping the Tatars who were wielding their sabers.
After tripping another group, the maiden's triumphant smile was brighter than the spring sunshine of March.
However, this smile was like a dagger to the eyes of the Tatars. The burly man leading them gave an order, and over a dozen Tatar warriors surrounded her.
"Heh heh." The maiden's smile bloomed, "Another group of people who are tired of living. This grandma doesn't mind sending you on your way."
But before she could activate the vine in her hand, she saw the burly men who had surrounded her freeze in place, one by one.
Looking at the ice sculptures, some were galloping on horseback, some were raising their sabers to strike, and others had wide, disbelieving eyes.
The maiden reined in her mount and couldn't help but exclaim loudly, "Wow, these ice sculptures are so realistic, just like the real thing."
Some of the frozen Tatars could understand the maiden's language, and they all wanted to curse. They were living people, of course, they were real.
However, their mouths were also frozen shut, making it impossible to open them.
The curse words were building up inside them, making them feel like they were about to explode, yet they were still unable to move. They could only watch helplessly.
"Yo ho ho." The captain shouted, with full playfulness in his gaze at the Tatars, "Xin Ci, continue."
"Alright!"
The two then each grabbed an end of the vine and began to trip the Tatars. The Tatars, having already witnessed their collaboration, wanted to avoid this duo.