403: Chapter 403 The First Emperor's Tyranny: Treat it as nourishment!

"Don't be in such a hurry. I have one more question. You've stolen so many things, but have you ever thought about your future? Are you going to be mountain kings for the rest of your lives?"

General Wang Jian continued to ask.

He seemed completely oblivious to the danger before him.

"My business is none of your concern! If you don't hand it over now, I'll cut you down right here!"

The man with the centipede scar had completely lost his patience. He raised his long blade high, making a move to strike General Wang Jian.

In that critical moment, General Wang Jian remained as calm as ever. He looked at the man with the centipede scar and said flatly, "Are you sure you want to do this? Aren't you afraid that once you strike, you and your brothers will be beyond redemption?"

Though the voice was not loud, it seemed to carry an invisible deterrent power.

The scarred man's hand froze in mid-air, for a moment not daring to let it fall.

"You're trying to scare me!"

A surge of anger instantly rose on the scarred man's face. His eyes widened, and the centipede-like scar twisted even more hideously due to his agitation.

He thought to himself that while this person might be a big shot in Xianyang, this was Lan-chi Mountain, his territory, and his brothers outnumbered the opponent several times over.

The advantage was clearly on his side, so what did he have to be afraid of!

"Die!"

The scarred man roared viciously, intending to kill General Wang Jian first to establish his authority and let the others know the consequences of offending him.

He swung the raised blade toward General Wang Jian.

The cold light reflected off the blade shone into General Wang Jian's eyes.

"I gave you a chance, but you couldn't grasp it yourself!"

General Wang Jian said unhurriedly, a hint of helplessness in his tone.

He calmly pulled out an AK47 from behind him, his movements smooth and natural.

He skillfully pulled the charging handle.

With a crisp 'clack' of a round being chambered, the dark muzzle was pointed at the scarred man.

The scarred man looked at the strange object in General Wang Jian's hand, his brow furrowed and his face full of confusion.

He didn't understand what General Wang Jian was doing bringing out a fire poker.

"You bring out a fire poker and think you can deal with me!"

He laughed loudly, the sound echoing through the valley, filled with mockery and contempt.

"Hahahaha..."

The other bandits also burst into laughter.

Their laughter rose and fell, sounding particularly grating in the open mountain forest.

They were full of disdain for the AK47 in General Wang Jian's hand.

In their understanding, these kinds of things couldn't possibly pose any threat to them.

"Heh, how ignorant!"

The corners of General Wang Jian's mouth curled up slightly into a cold smile. Without saying more, his finger lightly pulled the trigger.

"Bang bang bang..."

Instantly, the AK47 let out a series of crisp and dense gunshots. The sound echoed through the forest like thunderclaps, shattering the original silence.

Bullets flew toward the scarred man like raindrops. His smile instantly froze, and the disdain in his eyes was replaced by terror.

Bloody flowers bloomed across his chest in an instant, and his body was knocked backward as if hit by a massive force.

The long blade in his hand fell to the ground with a 'clang', and he slammed heavily onto the earth, kicking up a cloud of dust.

The other bandits could no longer laugh; their faces were written with shock and fear.

They never imagined that the 'fire poker' in their eyes would possess such terrifying power.

Those who had been laughing were now standing like wooden chickens, as if a freezing spell had been cast upon them, unable to move.

Their faces turned pale, their lips trembled slightly, and they looked at everything unfolding before them in disbelief.

They wanted to say something but couldn't find the words.

Some of the more cowardly bandits' legs began to go weak, and they involuntarily backed away, their eyes filled with panic and fear.

Seeing them dazed, General Wang Jian knew this was a perfect opportunity for semi-automatic fire.

His face was as cold as water as the AK47 in his hand continued to spit tongues of fire, accurately picking off the bandits one by one.

Every bullet fired carried a lethal whistle, accurately hitting its target.

"Ah!"

The bandits who were hit felt as if they were struck by heavy hammers. Their bodies twisted and deformed instantly as they collapsed into pools of blood with agonizing screams.

Their bodies struggled and writhed on the ground, hands clutching their wounds as blood gushed from between their fingers, quickly staining the earth beneath them crimson. They instantly lost all ability to resist.

As General Wang Jian opened fire, the guards surrounding the First Emperor's carriage reacted quickly, drawing their sharp blades and charging into the group of bandits like fierce tigers.

These guards were well-trained, highly skilled in martial arts, and possessed rich combat experience.

In contrast, although the bandits were numerous, they were far from being a match for the guards in terms of weapon quality or individual combat strength.

The guards moved with agility, their blades flashing with cold light as they swung. Wherever they went, bandits fell.

The bandits' crude weapons appeared fragile and useless against the guards' high-quality swords and sabers.

The sound of blades entering flesh, accompanied by the screams of the bandits, echoed throughout the mountain forest.

"Run, run quickly!"

Someone shouted, and the bandits immediately became like birds startled by a bowstring, no longer caring about anything else as they began to scatter and flee.

They fled in panic in all directions; some crashed into trees, others tripped over stones, but not one dared to stop.

The bandits who had been aggressive just moments ago had completely lost their arrogant aura, leaving only hearts full of terror.

General Wang Jian watched the fleeing bandits but did not continue to pursue them, knowing they were no longer a threat.

Besides, their own numbers were small, and they might not be able to catch everyone.

Furthermore, pursuing enemies in an unfamiliar mountain forest was undoubtedly a dangerous endeavor.

"His Majesty the First Emperor..."

General Wang Jian slowly turned around, looked at the First Emperor sitting in the carriage, and asked respectfully, "How should we deal with these fallen bandits?"

At this moment, the forest was a mess. Twenty or thirty bandits lay scattered across the ground, and not all of them had breathed their last.

Some were merely wounded, moaning in pain. If treated in time, they might still survive.

Upon hearing this, a look of tyranny instantly surfaced on the First Emperor's face, and a cold murderous intent flickered in his eyes.

He said coldly, "It's simple. You see these large trees? Use them as fertilizer for these trees."

His voice carried no emotion, as if deciding the life and death of these bandits was a trivial matter of no consequence.

In his heart, these bandits who dared to offend the heavenly majesty were beyond forgiveness and deserved to die.

"Very well, this old official understands."

General Wang Jian took the order. A cruel and bloodthirsty expression appeared on his face and the faces of the guards simultaneously.

They had no mercy for these bandits who intended to kill and rob.

"No, help! Don't come over here!"

The bandits were struck with extreme terror upon hearing the First Emperor's words.

Their previous arrogance had long since vanished without a trace, replaced now only by hearts full of fear and despair.

Just moments ago, they were fantasizing about the carefree days after a successful robbery, never expecting that such a tragic end awaited them now.

Their eyes widened, filled with pleading, as they struggled desperately to get up and run, but their injured bodies would not obey, and they could only writhe futilely on the ground.

"Great Lord, have mercy!"

"We were blind and didn't recognize your greatness! We'll never do it again!"

A lightly wounded bandit crawled and scrambled toward the First Emperor's carriage, kowtowing as he went, his forehead soon becoming bloody from the impact.

But the First Emperor only looked at him coldly, completely unmoved.

"Aaaaaah!"

A chorus of panicked screams rang out in the forest. The guards pounced on the bandits like hungry wolves, their blades falling without mercy.

Some bandits tried to resist but were easily subdued and finished off with a single stroke; others collapsed on the ground, leaving themselves to the guards' disposal, their eyes full of fear and helplessness.

"I don't want to die!"

One bandit cried out in despair, his voice filled with a longing for life, yet he was still pierced through the chest by a guard's long blade, losing his voice instantly.

Before long, the screams stopped.

Tranquility returned to the forest, but it was permeated by a thick scent of blood.

The guards began to methodically dig pits and cover them with earth, throwing the bandits' corpses one by one into the pits to become fertilizer for the great trees.

The First Emperor sat in his carriage, his expression indifferent.