“It looks like there’s also a woman.” The Turks were galloping at full speed, already not far from here. Brian Cooper had sharp eyes and could already see that in the center of the cavalry, there was a woman sitting upright on a horse, her hands tied behind her back. Although her face was unclear, anyone could tell, even with their heels, that she was a beauty—if she were a dinosaur, no one would bother to pick her up off the roadside.

“Fifteen Turk soldiers, and a woman.” While Brian Cooper was looking at the woman, Adam Carter had already counted the Turk soldiers precisely. “Brian Cooper, you take ten brothers and cut off their retreat. Frank Reed, you stick to the usual plan—take two men and throw stones.”

Frank Reed was a bit excited upon hearing Adam Carter’s orders, patting the catapult beside him. “No problem.”

“Young master, what about you?” Brian Cooper couldn’t help but ask.

Adam Carter replied lazily, “Isn’t it obvious? Of course, the usual way—I’ll take a few brothers and hit them head-on. Nothing’s more satisfying than that.”

Brian Cooper gave a wry smile, knowing that this young master had gone mad—robbery wasn’t the goal; the real intent was to enjoy the thrill of it.

He seemed so desperate for a heist that he’d even rob the fierce Turks without hesitation!

The group quickly split into two teams. They knew the terrain here better than their own women. Adam Carter led his horse for a while, reached the mountain path, then mounted up in one swift, clean motion.

With a wave of his arm, Adam Carter charged down first.

A dozen or so men followed behind him. Clearly used to the young master’s ways, they mounted up in unison and, without a word, charged down the mountain.

The young master had said: “Getting rich quietly is the true way.”

By now, the Turks had already ridden into the narrow mountain valley. Suddenly alert, they looked up toward the mountain and quickly spotted the movements of Adam Carter’s group.

A bit surprised, the Turks laughed, pointing up the mountain with faces full of disdain.

Clearly, they thought these bandits were desperate and hadn’t recognized their identity. Around here, it was always them robbing others—when had anyone ever dared rob them?

They shot a few arrows carelessly, but soon realized that these bandits’ horses were incredibly powerful.

Charging from the mountainside to the foot of the mountain should have taken at least the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, but these men did it in half the time!

By the time the Turks sensed something was wrong, Adam Carter and his men had already reached the bottom.

The Turks shouted fiercely, finally taking these bandits seriously. But even now, they weren’t afraid—they were strong, skilled archers, raised on horseback. How could these men compare?

As they formed up and drew their bows, judging the distance, the sky suddenly darkened. Then the Turks heard a few ‘whoosh’ sounds, and before two of them could even scream, they and their horses were smashed into pulp by hurled stones, flattened into the ground!

After hurling a huge stone, Frank Reed saw his handiwork and jumped up excitedly on the mountainside, flashing a V sign with his fingers—another invention of the young master. He’d told his men it was the sign of victory. Though victory wasn’t theirs yet, Frank Reed already had a feeling they wouldn’t lose this time!

The Turks finally panicked. Adam Carter, still on horseback, drew his bow and shouted, “Loose arrows!”

With a loud ‘twang’ and a ‘swish’, eleven arrows flew out.

From drawing to releasing, all eleven men moved in perfect unison.

The shadow of eleven arrows rose before Adam Carter’s group, flying like a swarm of locusts toward the Turks.

The Turks shouted in alarm, now truly afraid. The ferocity and coordination of these bandit horsemen was something even government troops might not match!

Adam Carter loosed an arrow, then, without hesitation, drew and shot again.

The second volley was as neat as the first—another ‘twang’, another ‘swish’ as the arrows flew.

Whether it was Adam Carter or the men behind him, they all felt a sense of accomplishment—they’d practiced for half a month just for this harmony.

The young master had said, “Violence is a kind of beauty,” and they all agreed.

The eleven arrows killed five Turks; the second volley killed three more; the stones crushed two. In the blink of an eye, only five Turks remained.

All the Turks had surged to the front, leaving the woman tied to the horse at the rear. Because of this, Adam Carter could shoot boldly without worry.

Because the Turks were just targets, and he trusted his men behind him—they’d never waste an arrow on the woman, even by accident!

Using the slope, the horses charged down like a tidal wave, closing to within a dozen paces of the Turks, who were already suffering heavy casualties!

This didn’t mean the Turks were weak—only that Adam Carter’s tactics were spot on. The catapult was just to disrupt the enemy’s morale. Speed is the essence of war; surprise is always the king’s way.

The Turks, thrown into chaos by the falling stones, only managed to shoot their first volley after losing ten men to two rounds of arrows.

But to their horror, they found that their targets had vanished from horseback—their arrows all hit empty air.

Though the horses charged on, the bandits had already disappeared.