Rebirth Of Chen An

Chapter 162: Taking down the Bandits (II)

Translator: Flying Lines

Their rivals were just a bunch of ordinary bandits; yet these people knew the place much better than the General and his men.

If it were a clash on the battlefield, the bandits stood no chance against the General’s army. But the bandits hid themselves in a small village with narrow streets and intricate alleys.

A street battle was different from a clash on a broad and smooth battlefield. It was a matter of who knew more about the local landscape and could react faster to sudden changes in situation.

In an age of swords and blades like this, you did not have to fear a shot from the dark; nonetheless, an arrow from the dark could take your life, too. While walking on a narrow street, a few men wielding blades could rush out from the nearby house any time and cut you down; plus there was always the threat of a trap.

As a result, if a person thought he could conquer the world with a gun on his shoulder, it would be asking for death. Therefore, Chen An was going to leave the conquering part to the General’s soldiers.

“Uncle Chen, I once worked as a member of the UN peace-keeping operations in the Middle East. For street fights like this, the best way to win is air raid.” Ding Sheng suggested, “Since there were no innocent civilians in the village, if we fly the helicopters above and send them a missile, we could definitely give them the bandits a scare.”

That would mean to crush the bandits psychologically.

Chen An had also thought about it. The problem was that this place was not very close to the mountain they came from; besides, he didn’t want to expose their tanks and helicopters too early in the game.

“A rocket gun would have the same effect. You can be the sniper, and I will enter the village with the idiot General’s men.”

Chen An assigned their respective roles. With the training Ding Sheng had, he was also an excellent sniper. Before a group of bandits with swords and arrows, a sniper would be like a god.

Chen An remembered a description in martial arts fiction about martial arts masters, “taking the enemy’s head from a thousand miles away”; a sniper could be just like that.

“Uncle Chen, please be very careful.” Ding Sheng knew, as a sniper he would be much safer as compared to Chen An who was going to the frontline. He gave the man a hug, and said smiling, “but don’t worry. I won’t let a single bandit get near you.”

While the two talked and hugged, laughing not at all like they were going into battle, the soldiers nearby looked on, stunned.

Two long-time subordinates of the General exchanged looks and talked in a small voice.

“I can’t believe there is someone who looks exactly like the bad emperor. I would have thought he is the emperor if it weren’t for his totally different ways.” The one speaking had a bearded face and a large, stout figure, like that of Zhang Fei from the Three Kingdoms Period; he was an expert with his blade, and thus called “Wang Dao” (Blade Wang).

The one opposite him was a tall and thin man of middle age; he had a long goatee and held a feather fan. With his flowing cyan robe, he had the look of a sage. This man was the General’s chief counselor, Qingyu.

In most cases, fighting a handful of bandits did not require the General’s presence. Qingyu looked over at the General not far away, who was staring with a cold demeanor at Chen An and Ding Sheng engaged in their ‘flirty talk’.

Seeing this, the counsellor sighed.

“Counsellor, what is wrong?” Seeing the counsellor sigh, Wang Dao asked, perplexed.