Pay attention, this man is Lu Qingping, Lu Chen's paternal second uncle.
Seeing that his nephew only cared about scavenging silver from the corpses and completely ignored his wife fighting enemies in front, he became furious.
"Xiao Chen, why aren't you going to kill the bandits? You're just watching your wife being besieged, yet you're here taking advantage. How did your heart grow..."
Lu Chen only glanced at him, ignored him, and continued to loot.
Bandits were cut down one after another by Xie Qiao and Zhao Daya, and Lu Chen went over to each one, constantly stuffing silver into his bosom.
Several villagers who were close, including Lu Qingping, also wanted to go over and pick up some silver.
But the bandits' corpses were too close to the center of the battle; they simply didn't have the guts to go over.
They clearly understood whether silver was more important or their own lives were more important.
Several times, the villagers saw bandit blades whizzing past Lu Chen's head, yet Lu Chen's expression didn't change, and his actions of searching the corpses didn't even pause.
At this moment, within the encirclement, Xie Qiao and Zhao Daya were like fierce tigers in a flock of sheep, causing the bandits to fall over themselves.
The ferocious bandits, in front of them, were truly like weak chickens and dogs, unable to withstand a single blow.
Wang Batiao, standing at the very back, became more and more alarmed and terrified the more he watched.
He saw it clearly.
Fifty or sixty of his subordinates had already suffered more than half casualties at this time.
Yet the two young women in the field were actually unharmed.
They fought with increasing ferocity, seemingly having inexhaustible strength.
Looking at his subordinates again, they had already been scared into showing fear by the two of them, some not even daring to charge forward anymore.
Wang Batiao, holding his three-ring broadsword, his expression changed again and again.
Should he charge up now and besiege them with his brothers? Or should he wait, and go up when they were exhausted?
"I'll kill you all! I'll kill you all..."
Xie Qiao's iron shovel danced rapidly in her hands.
She swung the iron shovel at the surrounding bandits while muttering to herself to bolster her courage.
Zhao Daya, on the other hand, remained silent.
One strike! One strike! Another strike!
The long blade in her hand was powerful and heavy; every time she swung it, parts would fall off the bandits' bodies.
Either heads or limbs.
It was truly a strike that drew blood, a strike that took lives!
On the surface, it looked like the bandits were besieging and killing them.
But in reality, the bandits couldn't even get close to them.
These bandits were more like pigs and sheep waiting to be slaughtered.
When had the villagers ever seen such a scene!
They were all stunned.
Their brains weren't enough to process it.
They couldn't understand how this young wife bought by Lu Chen's family could be so formidable?
Although she looked thin and small, she was like a little tiger, charging wildly within the bandit's encirclement; wherever she went, no one dared to challenge her.
Too strong!
And Zhao Daya's performance left the villagers even more bewildered.
Wasn't she tormented by her stepmother at home every day?
Several times, a few neighbors said she was almost beaten to death by Chen Shi.
Many times, they heard she was so hungry she couldn't walk.
How did she suddenly become a terrifying killing god?
Especially Zhao Tiedan, he saw Zhao Daya at this moment, like a god descending, felling one bandit with each strike, every blow hitting its mark.
He couldn't help but recall her pitiful appearance when she was tormented by Chen Shi.
He remembered not long ago, she lay in the courtyard like a dead person, almost dragged away to be buried by him, her own father.
Zhao Tiedan's body couldn't help but tremble again and again.
"How did she come back to life? Wasn't she almost dead? How did she become so powerful in just a short while?"
While the villagers were astonished by their extraordinary performance, the tide of the battle had already turned.
After more than half of the bandits were dead or wounded, they finally became afraid.
Initially, they underestimated these two young women, thinking they were just coming to their deaths.
Later, when they discovered their formidable combat strength, their first thought was to kill them.
But then, they found that no matter how they charged and fought, they couldn't harm them in the slightest.
It was then that they realized this village massacre battle had been declared a failure.
The bandits' encirclement around Xie Qiao and Zhao Daya also grew wider and wider.
No one dared to approach within three zhang of Xie Qiao and Zhao Daya.
Even so, the bandits' lives were still not guaranteed.
Xie Qiao and Zhao Daya's steps never stopped.
They charged forward, cutting down one or two bandits, and the bandits immediately retreated, scattering.
They went from full of fighting spirit to completely devoid of it in less than the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.
Seeing their companions fall one by one, their minds went blank; they only wanted to save their lives.
Seeing that only a dozen or so bandits remained, Wang Batiao still felt like he was living in a dream.
Defeat came too quickly.
Wang Batiao didn't even have time to think, no time to make decisions.
When he realized that defeat was certain, he immediately made the wisest decision.
He turned and fled.
"Trying to escape?"
Lu Chen snorted coldly.
Although he had been searching corpses, his gaze had always been on the bandit leader.
Seeing the bandit leader about to flee, he took out the repeating crossbow from his back and steadily aimed at the bandit leader.
"Whoosh!"
A crossbow bolt flew out, but it missed, whizzing past Wang Batiao's shoulder.
"Whoosh!"
Another arrow.
But it hit Wang Batiao's thigh.
Lu Chen secretly shook his head.
His shooting skills still had a lot of room for improvement.
Wang Batiao was hit in the leg by an arrow but didn't even let out a sound, continuing to limp forward.
Lu Chen aimed and fired another arrow.
This time, it hit Wang Batiao directly in the back of his heart.
Wang Batiao staggered forward two steps, then fell to the ground, struggled a few times, and then became still.
"The bandit leader is dead!"
All the villagers cheered.
Lu Dazhi, at some point, had rushed from the very back of the group to the very front of the villagers, and he sternly shouted: "The bandit leader is dead, why do you not surrender!"
"Lay down your weapons, and we will leave you with a complete corpse!"
"If you resist further, we will tear you to pieces and feed you to the dogs!"
The villagers shouted loudly while timidly shuffling their feet forward.
But no one dared to actually step forward.
Although there were only about ten bandits left, they were not something these weaklings could compare to.
With the physiques of these villagers, one bandit could easily beat ten of them.
However, now these bandits, who could fight ten, were scared like trembling little quails by the two young girls.
Taking this opportunity, Lu Chen continued to scavenge the corpses.
"The boss is dead, run!"
"Run! Everyone, run for your lives!"
"Run..."
The remaining seven or eight bandits immediately scattered and fled.
Lu Chen looked at Xie Qiao and Zhao Daya: "Don't let a single one escape!"
Xie Qiao and Zhao Daya nodded at Lu Chen and quickly chased after the fleeing bandits.
With their speed, these few bandits had no chance of escaping.
Lu Chen had just finished searching a corpse, and looking up, he saw his second uncle, Lu Qingping, stealthily running towards the dead bandit leader.
He looked back again and saw that all the villagers had swarmed forward, rushing towards the bandits' corpses.
"Everyone, stop!"
Lu Chen roared in anger.
All the villagers trembled and stopped in their tracks.