Volume One, Chapter Five: A Mere Petty Thief—I, Gan Ning, Alone Am More Than Enough

Lu Yunduan realized their supplies were running low and needed immediate replenishment, but even so, they must not seize the villagers’ grain. If they plundered from the people, how would they differ from bandits? At that point, they would lose all popular support. Everyone would believe that conquering the realm depended on one’s troops, cities, and provisions, but he believed victory lay in winning the hearts of the people. As long as the people stood by his side, his army would be renowned, not nameless.

When Lu Yunduan and his men entered the village, the villagers all hid away, tightly closing doors and windows. In an instant, the village was deserted and silent, not even a single rooster crowed. Lu Yunduan immediately sensed trouble. They were all dressed as soldiers; the villagers should not be so fearful. Not far off, sharp voices came from ahead.

“Hand over all the village’s grain and women, or today your Shangfang Village will be drenched in blood.”

Hearing this, Lu Yunduan led his troops forward. At the source of the sounds, a group of ragged men wielding blunt blades, their eyes shifty and malicious, clearly mountain bandits, were found. No wonder the villagers hid. Indeed, the Emperor of Dali was incompetent and corrupt, ministers fought for power, and local officials exploited the people with heavy taxes and levies. The government even neglected to dispatch troops to eliminate the bandits, allowing them to freely oppress the villagers.

It was laughable—the emperor remained oblivious to the fading strength of the Dali Dynasty. Were it not for Lu Yunduan’s father and the border guards, Dali would have long ceased to exist. Truly absurd.

Lu Yunduan hated those who oppressed the common folk above all else. Facing these bandits, his gaze turned fierce, his tone full of authority. “Bold villains! To burn, kill, and plunder openly in broad daylight before me—do you not regard the soldiers of Western Province at all?”

Yet the bandits showed no respect, their contemptuous voices full of arrogance. “Western Province soldiers? Never heard of them. Here, we are kings—no one can stop us.”

With each sneer, Lu Yunduan’s irritation grew. “Very well. You have successfully provoked me. Gan Ning, leave not a single one alive.”

Gan Ning gripped his halberds, radiating overwhelming battle intent. “At your command, my lord.”

He looked down on the bandits—mere wild thieves—utterly no match for him. Without aid, he could sever their heads in the blink of an eye.

“Charge!”

Like a fierce tiger, Gan Ning lunged. The invisible pressure caused the bandits’ knives to tremble in fear. Before they could react, heads began to fall. In moments, all the bandits were beheaded.

Lu Yunduan’s drummer cheered. “Excellent, excellent! Truly worthy of Gan Ning, the mighty warrior. With him by my side, what conquest is there to fear?”

Gan Ning sheathed his halberds, rode to Lu Yunduan’s side, and dismounted. “My lord, you flatter me.”

“No need for formalities, Gan Ning.”

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