In a small town beside the Official Road in Dingzhou, a semblance of normalcy had finally returned after it was liberated from a band of Barbarian People.
"These barbarians are as hard to kill as they say."
Yang Fangyu spat at the corpse of the burly barbarian lying at his feet.
It had taken him more than thirty slashes to kill the barbarian, a testament to its terrifying defense.
Back in his days with the Northern Garrison Army, the veterans used to say that in large enough numbers, Barbarian People were even more terrifying than Demons.
He could still remember the sight of the Barbarian People forming ranks and charging formations.
Fortunately, he had spent a good deal of time with the Northern Garrison Army and was highly experienced in fighting powerful barbarians. That was the only reason he could handle these burly men, who specialized in body-hardening techniques. Anyone else would have had a much harder time.
Nearby, Bai Yuan had also just sheathed his long saber.
