Jiang Yao first thought it was ridiculous to hear "an army of a hundred men". Can a hundred men be called an army? But when he saw a warrior smash a ten-foot-long rock with one punch and leap a hundred feet, he realized that such a hundred warriors were enough to be called an army.

Such a hundred men are enough to destroy several armored divisions on Earth. Jiang Yao even doubted whether there were any conventional weapons on Earth that could deal with them.

Not only do they have terrifying strength and speed, but also a lifespan of several hundred years and a high-strength body.

Now, a martial artist came to the manor, who was the warrior sent by Lord Xiang Rang.

A black horse was like a black lightning, and it galloped from afar to the manor in a blink of an eye. When the black horse was galloping, its hooves almost didn't touch the ground. From a distance, it seemed to be suspended above the ground, and its speed was faster than the high-speed rail.

The sound of the horse's hooves was not "da da da", but like a car motor, connected into one, and the rhythm could not be heard at all.

Wanlima!

It is said that the Wanli horse can run thousands of miles in a day and a night, and is the most common mount for martial artists, but ordinary martial artists cannot afford it. It is rumored that under the command of Lishan Jun, there are a terrifying number of 10,000 cavalrymen, all of whom are equipped with such Wanli horses.

The Lishan tribe fought with other warlords for resources and land, and the main force was 10,000 cavalry warriors equipped with Wanli horses.

Jiang Yao only secretly glanced at the warriors riding horses, and then he quickly knelt down with all the serfs, crawling on the ground, not daring to breathe.

Father Jiang Qiao also knelt down quickly, lowering his head.

"Master Wu Xiu..." The serfs said in uneven trembling voices, one by one, like lambs in front of a tiger.

The warrior wore a black armor, with a long sword hanging on his left waist and a brocade bag hanging on his right waist.

It is said that the brocade bag is called a storage bag, which can hold a lot of things. Wu Xiu's daily food and utensils are hidden in that magical storage bag.

It seems to have the same purpose as the ring in the online novel. But Jiang Yao doesn't understand why the warrior doesn't hide the long sword in the storage bag. Wouldn't it be more convenient?

Jiang Yao also heard that just like not all martial artists have a Wanli horse, not all martial artists can have storage bags and armor.

Especially the armor, which is not something that ordinary martial artists can have.

The warrior looked at thousands of serfs indifferently, and his expression was like a bored child looking down at a group of ants.

Ants can move, and serfs can farm.

The warrior suddenly pointed to a small piece of crops, "Why is no one shoveling snow on that field? Huh?"

His voice was not loud, but it carried a blood-curdling pressure. He spoke like a mortal, but it made people feel extremely scared.

"Sir..." An old serf took two steps forward on his knees, "To answer Sir Wu Xiu, that is the land planted by the Cen family. The father and son of the Cen family are sick and can't work, so, so..."

The old serf didn't dare to say anything more, sweating profusely in the cold weather.

"Oh?" The warrior sat on the back of the Wanli horse with eyes like copper bells, and asked with a smile: "Where is the Cen family?"

The old serf pointed to a direction with a pale face, "To answer Sir, it's over there."

But before he finished speaking, a black light flashed, and the Wanli horse shot out like an arrow and suddenly disappeared in front of him.

Before everyone recovered from the fear, they soon saw the black horse coming back like lightning, and the warrior on the horse had already picked up two men in his hands.

The warrior threw the two men to the ground.

It turned out that in just a few breaths, the warrior had captured the father and son of the Cen family.

The father and son of the Cen family looked sick, and they were indeed sick, not lazy and not working.

But Jiang Yao understood that the father and son of the Cen family were going to be killed.

There was no rule in the manor that serfs could rest when they were sick. But there was no rule that serfs had to work when they were sick.

This place seemed to have few rules and regulations, and everything depended on the likes and dislikes and mood of the superiors.

This warrior was obviously not very happy today, so how could the father and son of the Cen family not die?

Sure enough, the next moment, the warrior made a hand gesture, and his palm slashed in the air. With two "chi chi" sounds, the heads of the father and son of the Cen family flew up, and the blood in their necks splashed out.

The two cavities of boiling blood dripped on the snow, hissing, and the snow water steamed, setting off the surrounding white snow, which was shocking. In the bloody air, all the serfs bowed their heads deeply, and the warrior's faint voice sounded in their ears:

"The blood of these two slaves is hot. It means they are not dead. If they are not dead, they have to work. Do you understand? One or two taels of spiritual grain are indispensable for next year."

"Understand... Understand..." The serfs said tremblingly, fearing that the warrior would continue to kill people.

But their worries seemed unnecessary. After a long time, when they raised their heads bravely, they found that the warrior had disappeared long ago.

Jiang Yao was actually used to it. In this manor, there were serfs killed by martial artists every year? In recent years, Jiang Yao has seen many martial artists slaughtering mortals, and he is no longer surprised.

It's good to be alive.

At noon, Jiang Yao followed Jiang Qiao back to the village for lunch. The serfs consumed a lot of physical strength, and they couldn't work in the afternoon without lunch.

Jiang Yao tried to maintain the appearance of a serf boy, following his tall father step by step. Looking at the white hair by his father's ears and his hunched back, Jiang Yao couldn't help but feel a little sour in his heart.

Even if he was not his real father, even if he was a serf, he was indeed what a father should be like. He was much better than his irresponsible biological father.

Suddenly, his father stopped abruptly, looked at the direction where the warrior left, and sighed.

"Yao'er, Dad may be wrong." Father Jiang showed a trace of pain and regret, "Dad is too timid."

"Dad, you..." Jiang Yao looked at his father's expression and seemed to understand something.

"Yao'er." Father Jiang grabbed Jiang Yao's shoulders with both hands, his eyes full of determination and hope, and lowered his voice and said: "Yao'er, do you want to become a martial artist? As long as you want, Dad will teach you! Dad doesn't want to escape anymore!"

"Dad...you are?" Even though Jiang Yao was a very cunning person, he couldn't help showing a look of extreme surprise at this time.

Father Jiang nodded heavily, "Dad is also a martial artist! So is your mother!"

Jiang Yao's happiness was not disguised at all, it was simply from the bottom of his heart, and he said excitedly: "Dad, so I don't have to be a serf anymore?"

Father Jiang's eyes were full of distress, "Son, I made you a serf for so many years, and suffered so much for so many years. I'm sorry for you. Alas, I never thought that I, Deng Jiu, a hero for half my life, was forced to not dare to teach my son martial arts, and became an ant!"