The moment the sound of the fire gun rang out, Feng Jun immediately felt something was wrong.
Bad.
That guy really fired the gun.
On the distant hillside, white smoke was still curling upward. It was obvious that Bai Yuan had just fired from there.
But when Feng Jun looked at West Niu Village below, at Fan Shan Yue sitting on his tall horse, nothing had happened at all.
Not even a scratch.
At that distance, how could a fire gun possibly hit?
And indeed, Bai Yuan had missed.
That shot, even though carefully aimed, still went off by at least one or two inches above Fan Shan Yue's head. It did not hit him, and it did not hit any of the surrounding bandits either.
Because Fan Shan Yue was riding a tall horse, his position was high enough that the bullet passed over everyone's heads and disappeared into empty air. Not a single person realized anything had even flown past them.
Fan Shan Yue and his men were completely calm.
In fact, they all turned toward the hillside where the smoke came from, with no panic at all.
They had not even considered the possibility that someone could snipe them from that distance.
Fan Shan Yue raised his riding whip and pointed at the smoke on the hillside.
"Send two men over there. See what kind of nonsense is going on. That sounded like a fire gun. Go check who is so bored, randomly firing from the mountain."
One bandit laughed.
"Could it be one of our brothers who picked up a three-barrel fire lance from the officials and is just playing with it?"
Fan Shan Yue chuckled.
"If that is the case, then even more reason to take it away. That toy should belong to me."
Everyone laughed loudly.
"Exactly. Good things should be enjoyed by the boss first."
They were still laughing.
And at that exact moment, thirty breaths of time had already passed.
Bai Yuan had already reloaded.
He raised the fire gun again and carefully aimed at Fan Shan Yue.
Meanwhile, Feng Jun was still panicking.
"Quick, quick, stop Sir Bai! Tell him not to mess around like this! He cannot possibly kill Fan Shan Yue like this! Now Fan Shan Yue is not alert yet. If he becomes alert, everything will become troublesome!"
Bang.
The second shot fired.
At that moment, Fan Shan Yue's face suddenly developed a hole right in the center.
He did not even have time to make a sound.
He fell straight off his horse, crashing into the ground and kicking up a cloud of dust.
The bandits around him rushed over instantly.
"Boss!"
"Boss!"
"Someone assassinated the boss!"
Only at this moment did these completely unguarded fools finally realize that the man on the hillside was not some random idiot playing with a gun.
He was an assassin.
Feng Jun immediately burst into joy.
"Hahaha! Hit it! He hit it! Sir Bai's marksmanship is incredible!"
Beside him, a servant also shouted.
"Master! Your nose! Your nose again!"
Feng Jun was so excited that his nosebleed erupted like a fountain.
But this time he did not even bother wiping it.
He stamped his feet and laughed wildly.
"Hahahaha! Hit! Fan Shan Yue that bastard is finally done for!"
The servant panicked.
"Master, your nose blood is like a mountain spring!"
Feng Jun blinked.
"Eh? Really? That much? No wonder I feel dizzy…"
And with that, he fainted backward.
"Master! Master!"
The servants hurriedly caught him and carried him away.
Even while being dragged, Feng Jun shouted weakly.
"Pass my order… call the militia from nearby villages… take advantage of the chaos… eliminate all these bandits…"
Then his voice faded.
Meanwhile, Bai Yuan, after landing the shot, did not look particularly satisfied.
He shook his head slightly.
"The second shot only hit properly. My archery skill still needs work. Let's cut it in half."
His servant immediately shouted.
"Master! Run! The bandits are charging up the hill!"
The distance between Bai Yuan and West Niu Village gate was only about two hundred steps.
In a straight line, it was close.
But terrain was terrain.
The enemy still had to climb uphill to reach him.
Like Chongqing geography in another world, where a short distance on a map could still take forty minutes of walking.
So even though the distance was short, it was not simple to reach him quickly.
The bandits began climbing the hill.
But Bai Yuan remained calm.
He put away the fire gun, stood up, and let his white robes flutter dramatically.
He turned with maximum elegance.
"We are leaving."
Just as he finished his dramatic exit, a sharp sound of bowstrings echoed from behind him.
Countless bandits were already drawing bows and firing wildly.
Instantly, Bai Yuan abandoned all elegance.
He grabbed his head and ran for his life.
Behind him, his servants raised shields and protected him as they fled deeper into Huanglong Mountain.
Li Dao Xuan was watching from above and found the scene amusing.
But he could not let his people get hurt.
He reached out his hand.
Behind Bai Yuan, invisible force formed a protective barrier.
Arrows struck it mid-air and dropped helplessly to the ground, unable to touch even a single hair on Bai Yuan.
The bandits were instantly shocked.
"What is happening?"
"Our arrows cannot hit him!"
"That man is a monster!"
Terrified screams erupted.
The group of bandits immediately stopped chasing and retreated in panic.
They rushed back to surround Fan Shan Yue's corpse, completely confused about what to do next.
At that moment, loud shouting erupted from all directions like thunder.
Village militia forces arrived.
Zhang the landlord from Xia Village, Li the village chief from Nantai Village, Yang Dazhuang from Yang Village, and others all surrounded the area.
At the rear, Feng Jun had just been revived and was now personally leading the charge.
His nosebleed was still flowing, staining his face like twin red dragons.
He even dipped his finger into the blood and painted an intimidating mask on his own face.
He roared loudly.
"You bandits who oppress the people! Today I will wipe you out completely!"
The remaining bandits panicked immediately.
"We already accepted amnesty! We are official troops now! How dare you attack us!"
Feng Jun shouted back.
"I dare! The governor has ordered that you are rebel forces! Your heads will be taken to Xi'an for reward! Everyone, attack!"
County guards, servants, militia, and countless villagers who had suffered under Fan Shan Yue for over a year all rushed forward together.
Without their leader, the bandits' morale collapsed instantly.
Surrounded by superior numbers, they broke immediately.
And this time, the villagers showed absolutely no mercy.
The very same people who had been robbed and oppressed now swung hoes and tools with full force, striking down bandits without hesitation.
In a short time, Fan Shan Yue's entire force was wiped out completely.
Not a single survivor.
No mistakes.
Because anyone with even a shred of kindness had already left during earlier "relocation waves" and returned to normal farming life.
Those who remained were the ones who had no way back.
So their deaths were not unjust.
Li Dao Xuan watched everything from above.
He felt satisfied.
Good.
The bandits who had troubled Heyang County for over a year were finally gone.
Now it was time to focus on economy and rebuilding.