Chapter Two: The First Battle at the Frontier

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Lin Shize’s eyes were sharp as an eagle’s, constantly scanning the surrounding darkness to confirm that only these five Mongrel cavalrymen were present, with no other ambushes nearby.

“Damn it, I’m fighting elites! Bring me the bow and arrows!”

Zhao Tai hurriedly handed the bow and arrows to Lin Shize.

Seeing the others cowering silently behind the beacon tower, Lin Shize knew he couldn’t rely on them in this battle.

Outside the beacon tower, the enemy kept shouting and running back and forth, trying to probe whether there were any traps inside.

Lin Shize did not make a move; he held his breath and focused his gaze tightly on the iron-armored rider.

The borderlands were a place of chaos—danger and opportunity alike. The authorities had once issued a military merit system: killing one enemy could promote a soldier to lead a small flag of ten men; five enemies to lead a general flag of fifty; ten enemies to lead a hundred households of a hundred men.

To Lin Shize, the figures running below were not enemies but military merits to be earned.

Seeing no response from inside the beacon tower, the iron-armored cavalry ordered an attack.

Two Mongrel cavalrymen dismounted swiftly, crossed the trench, and approached the drawbridge of the beacon tower. If they could lower the drawbridge, the others could rush in.

Liu Wu and the others were trembling with fear, wishing Lin Shize would order a retreat.

The Mongrels had drawn their waist swords and began hacking at the ropes of the drawbridge. Liu Wu and the others were ready to bolt, ignoring Lin Shize’s warnings.

At that moment, Lin Shize finally acted. The bow and arrows he had prepared were released instantly.

Whoosh!

The arrow sliced through the air straight at a Mongrel. Although the Mongrel below the drawbridge was alert, everything happened too fast.

Before he could react, the arrow was embedded in his chest.

The Mongrel looked at the arrow in disbelief, attempting to pull it out, but ultimately collapsed heavily to the ground.

The iron-armored rider on the other side of the trench was stunned. It had been a long time since he had encountered real resistance. Previously, whenever the Great Qi soldiers saw them, they fled immediately, and the Mongrels only needed to chase and strike. No one dared to shoot arrows at them.

Now, this small beacon tower not only dared to attack but had actually killed one of their men with an arrow.

Liu Wu, who had been preparing to flee, froze. Zhao Tai was about to leave when he noticed Liu Wu standing still, his expression as if he had seen a ghost, staring down at the enemy below.

“Come on, what are you waiting for?” Zhao Tai urged.

Gou Dan cheered, “Boss! Awesome!”

Zhao Tai was startled by Gou Dan’s outburst just as he reached out to pull Liu Wu.

Driven by curiosity, Zhao Tai looked down the tower and broke into a cold sweat.

A Mongrel corpse lay on its back, an arrow piercing its chest.

Zhao Tai stared at Lin Shize in shock—this was the first time he had witnessed someone personally killing a Mongrel.

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