Chapter 4: Who Says Scholars Do Not Kill

“B-But we haven’t practiced at all…” Zhang Xiaonian stammered after hearing Lin Chuan’s plan.

“Fight if you can; if you can’t, run!” Lin Chuan explained.

He didn’t expect these villagers to be much help.

In recent years, everyone had been terrified of the Dazi invaders.

That fear was deeply ingrained and wouldn’t vanish overnight.

Lin Chuan only needed someone to distract or disrupt the Dazi, creating openings for him to strike.

Otherwise, facing six Dazi alone was hopeless.

“In short, cause chaos, and I’ll find an opportunity to kill!”

Everyone was stunned.

The half-grown boy holding a bamboo pole suddenly shouted, “Got it! Like when we surround wild boars!”

Mentioning boar hunting made everyone suddenly understand.

“Exactly!” Lin Chuan nodded. “Remember, the Dazi fear close-quarters fighting. Their bows and arrows are useless in narrow alleys—that’s our chance!”

Suddenly, the sound of horse hooves came from a distance, shaking the ground slightly.

Lin Chuan’s expression turned serious. “No time to explain further. Remember, you create the chaos, I kill! Don’t be reckless and lose your lives!”

Zhang Xiaonian grabbed Lin Chuan’s sleeve suddenly. “Brother Scholar, if we…”

Lin Chuan grasped his trembling hand firmly. “Trust me. Your father is still waiting to see you succeed.”

With that, he pushed him away sharply. “Go!”

Eleven farmers crouched low and slipped into the alleys, disappearing amidst the labyrinth of earthen walls.

Lin Chuan took a deep breath, sheathed his long knife at his waist, and ran off in the opposite direction.

He was about to become the most dangerous “bait.”

…

Lin Chuan hurried through the village alleys; the sound of hooves grew louder.

He deliberately swayed at the village entrance on the dirt road, then slipped into a narrow passage between two earthen houses.

“There! Stop!”

Sure enough, a rough shout came from behind him, the hooves quickening.

A faint smile tugged at Lin Chuan’s lips—he’d taken the bait.

He twisted and turned, choosing low eaves to duck under, forcing his pursuers to crouch awkwardly on their horses.

A curse sounded behind him—one of the Dazi evidently bumped his head.

“Now!”

Lin Chuan stopped abruptly and blew a sharp whistle.

Zhang Xiaonian and two others leapt out from behind a haystack, throwing handfuls of yellow earth at the scouts.

These Dazi scouts were used to swaggering about.

Relying on swift horses and curved blades, they terrorized this borderland.

They had long regarded the Han villagers as helpless lambs to be slaughtered.

They never expected resistance.

Nor that someone would dare throw dirt in their eyes.

Dust swirled, coughing erupted, chaos reigned.

The lead scout’s horse reared in fright.

Blinded, the rider pulled the reins hard but was struck in the legs by bamboo poles wielded by villagers rushing from the sides.

The horse let out a pained shriek, staggered, and the scout tumbled off.

Amidst the dust, Lin Chuan’s blade sliced through the scout’s neck as he spun and ran.

The scout’s eyes never opened again.

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