Jin Xiaoqi had the same intention, but he couldn't leave the mountain pass. He didn't feel at ease letting someone else go.
Fu Xinci, however, was secretly praying that Wang Dafu's ox cart would hurry, faster and faster.
But the speed of the ox cart was extremely disappointing. Just as Fu Xinci was getting anxious for the Wang family, she saw a scene she least wanted to see.
Although she had never seen Tatars before, the tall figures she saw through the telescope, bravely sitting on horseback, waving their sabers and shouting, and their non-Huaxia faces, immediately brought a few words to her mind: Tatars.
Seeing that Tatars had appeared, Fu Xinci quickly sounded the alarm, "Uncle Jin, it's Tatars."
"How many Tatars are there?"
"Seven, all on horseback."
"Xiaoqi, let's go!"
"Yes, Xiaoqi."
Fu Xinci didn't listen to Jin Xiaoqi's assignment of tasks. Instead, her eyes were fixed on those Tatars, watching them menacingly approach Old Man Wang's family.
Wang Dafu continued to drive the ox cart forward desperately, but the speed of the ox cart was too slow, and they were soon caught up by the Tatars.
Several Tatars rode their horses in circles around the Wang family's ox cart.
Although Fu Xinci could not hear their arrogant laughter, she could clearly see their lewd and bloodthirsty gazes.
Since they couldn't run, the Wang family father and his two sons had decided to fight them.
Old Man Wang led the way off the ox cart, his axe sharpened to a razor's edge. Wang Dafu and Wang Dagui also grabbed their wood choppers and followed their father off the ox cart, protecting the women on the ox cart from three directions.
The Tatars seemed to understand their intentions, and their unrestrained, arrogant laughter grew louder. They enjoyed the game of cat and mouse.
Fu Xinci could no longer hold back. The distance was too great, beyond the range of her guns and crossbows.
She didn't care what others would think. The only thought in her mind at that moment was that she couldn't just watch Old Man Wang and the others suffer before her eyes.
She instantly activated her wood element ability and leaped from the boulder like a great bird.
"Little sister Fu?"
"Ci'er."
"Xinci."
"Ah~"
Amidst everyone's exclamations, she left behind only a determined silhouette.
"Ci'er." Seeing his daughter leave, Fu Yu no longer cared and ran out of the mountain pass.
Grandpa Meng, knowing his granddaughter's secret, couldn't help but worry.
With his son chasing after her, he couldn't sit still. He couldn't calm down and just wait there, so he grabbed his stick and ran after his son.
As he ran, he shouted, "Yu'er, hurry back." Grandpa Meng actually wanted to add, "Don't go and cause trouble for Ci'er."
But for his son's sake, he swallowed those words.
Since the old men and the second brother had all gone out, they couldn't stay behind either. They also grabbed their door bars and followed them out.
Meng Qicheng, Meng Qishan, Meng Yutang, and Meng Yuluo all grabbed their weapons and followed.
Chaos.
Seeing the figures running out one after another, Jin Xiaoqi couldn't ignore it. He ordered Qi Xi to lead half of the remaining men to continue guarding the mountain pass, while he himself led the rest to pursue them.
Qi He on the boulder was bewildered again. Little sister Fu had taken the lead to save Old Man Wang and the others, and he wanted to follow her.
However, he remembered that his current mission was to scout. He had also heard what Uncle Jin had told Xi Zi just now.
He couldn't be willful. Alas, he was so anxious.
The only solution now was to stare ahead with wide eyes.
However, in the blur, he could only see a mass of figures and nothing else.
With a few leaps and bounds, Fu Xinci quickly reached the range of her small crossbow.
On the other side, Old Man Wang had already led the attack. Although the Wang family father and his two sons were brave, they were no match for the Tatars riding tall horses.
The leader of the Tatars stared at Old Man Wang with the eyes of a man who was as good as dead. But before he could swing his saber, with a "whoosh," a bolt shot through the air.
Then, "whoosh, whoosh" sounds continued unabated. Seeing several Tatars injured to varying degrees, Old Man Wang's expression changed instantly.
One moment, it was the tragic resolve of mutual destruction, and now it was a desperate fight for survival.
Wang Niang and her two daughters-in-law did not act like ordinary women. Although they were trembling with fear, they picked up the shovels and pickaxes from the ox cart and vigorously helped their men strike at the Tatars.
The leader of the Tatars did not expect to encounter such resistance in this small mountain ravine. He painfully pulled out the crossbow bolt lodged in his right arm and turned his horse to flee.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh" another arrow flew over, and a bolt hit him in the back.
Seeing the leader of the Tatars stagger and fall off his horse, the remaining Tatars panicked. They ignored the crossbow bolts stuck in their bodies and tried to rescue their fallen comrade.
Fu Xinci thought to herself: How could that be possible? She had finally hit the first bullseye. For the second, third... bullseye, they had to cooperate.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh." More arrows flew over. Old Man Wang was delighted. He had fought many battles over the years, and with help, there was no pressure. He shouted loudly, "Aim for their horse legs."
The Wang family members responded in unison to the head of the family's command: "Yes."
Since they had promised, they had to execute it. Especially Wang Niang, who treated her husband's words as imperial decrees and swung her pickaxe with every blow.
The Tatars' hands wielding their sabers were shot by Fu Xinci, and their sabers dropped.
The Wang family became even more energetic, with axes, choppers, shovels, and pickaxes all hitting the Tatars' horse legs.
The Tatars behind them saw that things were not going well. They no longer cared about rescuing their companions and spurred their horses to flee.
However, they were all injured, and their movements were somewhat hindered. But as they turned their horses around, their backs were completely exposed.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh." Fu Xinci's eyes blazed, and she laughed without any maidenly grace. "Hahaha, three bullseyes."
The Wang family heard the crisp laughter and saw the little figure on the hillside ahead.
"Oh my, it's Xinci." Wang Niang didn't expect that it was this little girl who had saved their family.
"Haha, Wang Niang, there are still three Tatars. Let's finish them off and then we can chat."
Old Man Wang couldn't help but nag his wife upon hearing the little girl's words, "You're getting worse and worse with age. You're not as clear-sighted as this little girl."
"Hehe, I'm not as clear-sighted as the little girl, and you old fellow are no match for the little girl either."