After the Fairy Disappeared

  Chapter 128 He doesn't want to be that kind of person

  Many people in this team have never drawn Shui Ling's lottery, but He Lingchuan knows that they will definitely die tonight.

   Shouldn't they also quit?

  He Lingchuan let out a long breath, and when Zeng Feixiong passed by again, he called to stop him: "Just keep an eye on the front, and I'll finish it off."

  Zeng Feixiong was sweating profusely, and was stunned when he heard the words: "Young master?" Can you do it?

  Although they also lived and died together in the desert, shouldn’t it be better to leave such professional work to professional people?

   Of course, in a hurry, he couldn't think of anyone else who could take on this important task.

   "Don't worry." He Lingchuan knew that at this moment, he could still pretend to be a master in the team and watch others work hard for him. But at this moment, he thought of the fleeing civilian team in Panlong's dream, and the guilty look cast by Lin Sanjiu who was fleeing for his life.

   Who has no family, who doesn't know the interests, who can't think about the future?

  Lin Sanjiu was not wrong, but He Lingchuan never wanted to be such a person again.

  So he smiled at Zeng Feixiong and said, "I have experience!"

  His combat power is good, it would be a pity not to use it. But Zeng Feixiong wouldn't believe him completely, especially since the young master claimed to be "experienced" and he didn't know where to start.

  He has never been on the battlefield, so where does he have experience? Did you save it in a dream?

  At this time, He Chunhua's voice came from the front: "It's okay, let him do it!"

  He has been paying attention here.

  Since the leader spoke, Zeng Feixiong immediately threw out two people, one was Zhao Qinghe sent by He Chunhua, and the other was Mao Tao.

   "Protect the elder and younger!" He whispered and winked a few times at the same time, meaning that the two can act independently, and don't necessarily listen to the elder and younger.

  The two nodded desperately.

  Mao Tao was still a little worried: "Master, do you really want to stay? But those two signed..." He was also there at that time.

   "Things that are not allowed." He Lingchuan interrupted him, turned to Zeng Feixiong and said, "Protect my family!"

   "Duty!" Zeng Feixiong hurried back to the front team, and disappeared after a while.

   There are more than 400 people in the bodyguard group and more than 200 villagers. The total number of people is nearly 700. They are all running on the mountain road. Just heard a heart-piercing scream, from top to bottom.

  He Lingchuan stretched out his head to see, there was an unlucky guy who stepped on the air and fell down.

  Everyone was in a hurry, and there were **** examples before them, so they finally stopped fighting and shoving.

   This sound also woke up the comatose Mrs. Zhu in the carriage.

  She opened her eyes and was stunned for a few moments, then suddenly covered her face with her hands and burst into tears.

  Mrs. Ying patted her on the back: "Cry, cry, hey!" Zhu's child seemed to be thrown down in this position.

   "Fu Wushuang is here. Although we lost our child, as long as we escape from here, you will be able to reunite with your loved ones soon. This is also a great blessing."

  She comforted her for a long time, and then Zhu's crying gradually weakened, until she finally choked up.

  Zhu's eyes were swollen like walnuts, but his gaze was firm: "Your family has shown me the kindness of regeneration. When I return to the capital, my Zhu family will definitely repay you!"

   "Saving someone's life is a good deed. It's vulgar to say anything about repaying it." Mrs. Ying poured her a glass of water with her own hands. This is not a polite statement, in Madam Ying's opinion, Zhu Xiyan, Minister of the Taipusi, is still in office, has done a good job, and has the emperor's trust, but the grandparent and grandson have not seen each other for seven years, so the family relationship is not unavoidable.

  The most important thing is that Zhu Xiyan is not the only granddaughter.

  So in the end, will the Zhu family repay each other with a spring of gratitude or a trickle of gratitude? She didn't expect much.

  Of course, all the premise is based on the fact that they successfully escaped from the pursuit of the traitors.

  Madam Ying sighed, raised the curtain and looked outside, the carriages were all close to the inside, and half of the road outside Wu Yangyang was crowded with people. And a few feet in the past is a cliff, which is very dangerous.

  Just now, she heard every word of the conversation between the eldest son and Zeng Feixiong, feeling a little emotional in her heart.

  This **** boy seems to have finally grown a little bit.

  The mountain road was so rugged that everyone had to hold fire to illuminate it. In this way, the two groups of gangsters in the village soon discovered that the west road was densely packed with torches, and obviously the crowd gathered there.

  He Lingchuan and two adjutants drew their swords and led more than thirty men and a dozen horses to kill the rear.

  The faces of the more than 30 support troops were not good-looking, and some secretly regretted that they did not have a good relationship with their superiors, so they were pushed out as cannon fodder at such critical moments.

   Except for an idiot like He Lingchuan who took the initiative to ask for help, who would want to stay behind? Little life is gone.

   There is still a way to escape with the large army, and it is very likely to stay forever after staying.

   It's not that He Lingchuan doesn't want to bring more people, but the mountain road is steep and narrow, so there are so many people that he can't let go.

  Of course, this one-way terrain is not friendly to those who are escaping, and it is even more hindering to the pursuer. The sporadic gangsters who were chasing after were all stopped by the crowd, and they either retreated or were beheaded.

   It was not difficult at first, but as the chaos in the village was fully unfolded, more and more gangsters rushed to the west road. After all, in terms of the number of people, Lu Yao's subordinates are one against five, which is too difficult.

  After more than 20 people were chopped down, the bandits quickly collapsed, and at least half of them instinctively fled westward. There are many people on this road, and as long as they pass most of them, they will be safe.

  In contrast, the east is the direction Wu Shaoyi's team is rushing towards, and the entrance of the village is a place of great chaos. Idlers used to be easily shot to death by random arrows.

   Therefore, the pressure on He Lingchuan and others suddenly increased after the break.

   At this time, the officers, soldiers and villagers did not completely withdraw to the West Road.

  Too many people, too many cars, and the road is too narrow!

  If you are mixed into the crowd by bandits, you will have endless troubles. He Lingchuan made a decisive decision, pointing to the six or seven vehicles that hadn't finished driving on the driveway: "I can't take these away, I don't want them, all the cattle and horses are unloaded!"

  Mom Qian was nearby, and she was shocked when she heard this: "Master, these belong to Madam!"

  He Lingchuan breathed a sigh of relief when he heard it: "That's good!"

  Mom Qian: "..."

   "You only take the most valuable jewelry, there must be only a small box." He Lingchuan said quickly, "Throw the rest here, I have a use for it!" People are going to die, so why keep these belongings?

  Mama Qian couldn't disobey, so she found the jewelry box and got up to leave, and went to the front to tell his wife.

   Mrs. Ying frowned when she heard this, and asked her back: "Is the young master injured?"

   "Ah..." Qian Ma recalled carefully, "No, the eldest young master is very majestic."

  Mrs. Ying lay on her back by the window and glanced back, not knowing what it was like.

  Mrs. Ying's luggage cart over there has been unloaded and blocked in the middle of the mountain road.

  Of course He Lingchuan still left a hole for his own people to pass through.

  The soldiers were eager to close their mouths, and kept urging the villagers: "Hurry up, don't be a mother!"

  A panting villager ran over, wearing a thick leather hat, and without looking up, he pressed his head and went into the gap in the convoy.

  (end of this chapter)