I began to understand the myriad things by chopping wood

Chapter 98 Bloody Battle (Part )

"A dragon soars over Yunzhou. A dragon soars over Yunzhou!"

A cannon shot, and the escort flags fluttered. Thirty escorts and ten carriages, a large escort team, walked out of the main gate of the escort agency and headed towards the Yunzhao East Gate.

Such a conspicuous escort team cannot be hidden from the eyes and ears of those who are interested, so there is no need to hide, but the higher the profile, the better, and the more powerful the better. There is no need to worry about the petty thieves with no strength, but the powerful big village will have to think twice when seeing such momentum.

All the way east, the escort team moved forward steadily. Zhao Xingyang seemed to be full of ambition and not particular about details, but in fact he was very careful.

A porter holding a flag would scout ahead ten miles, while porters on both sides would spread out on the flanks, entering the forest if they came across a forest, crossing the river if they came across a river, two people in a team, taking turns, which was exactly the same as the use of scouts in the army.

Zhao Xingyang not only loves to read ancient books and essays, but also seems to have read some military books. With this arrangement, even if there is an ambush, it will be difficult to get close to the escort team and they will be discovered early.

"A dragon soars over Yunzhou. A dragon soars over Yunzhou!"

The escort team shouted all the way, passing through several dangerous places without any disturbance. Even though there were eyes watching, seeing the escort team was so large and the scouts were so close, they restrained their thoughts and dared not move.

Until Zhao Xingyang led the team across the northern foot of Jigong Mountain, passed Lei County, and approached Leigong River.

The Leigong River is more than ten meters wide, with rugged rocks and fast-flowing water. When there is heavy rain in summer, the sound is like thunder, hence the name.

Zhao Xingyang was riding in the middle of the escort team, taking into account both the front and the back, and he could already faintly hear the sound of a rushing river.

He frowned slightly and asked the escort next to him:

"We are almost at Leigong River, why haven't we received any reports yet?"

"It's Xiao Linzi's turn. I'll ask him to go ask and get someone to take his place."

The escort pointed to a porter, and the man rushed forward at once.

The escort team slowed down their pace, and after a cup of tea, there was still no movement from the front.

It was supposed to be a rule that the scouts would take turns walking the route, and when one person went ahead, one should report back. But now, after the scouts had gone ahead, no one came back to report back, which was against the rules.

Zhao Xingyang waited for a moment, waved his hand, called a halt to the escort team, and said in a deep voice:

"Something's wrong! Not only is there no response from the front, but the left and right wings have already passed the handover point! Something's happened."

He ordered the escort team to form a formation and stand guard on the spot, while he rode his horse up the hill and looked out from a high place. With his well-trained eyesight, he easily saw the Leigong River which was not far away.

The Leigong River was surging, and a suspension bridge was swaying above it, as if it would break at any time.

A large group of people gathered by the river. All of them were dressed roughly. At a glance, there were at least forty or fifty of them.

Next to them, there were several people being held down and kneeling on the ground.

Zhao Xingyang opened his eyes wide. The people kneeling there were none other than the scouts of the escort team!
The rough man in the lead also saw Zhao Xingyang, narrowed his eyes slightly, and laughed:
"Captain Zhao, how are you?"

"Mr. Song, why are you here? How are you staying?"

Zhao Xingyang spoke in a calm voice, and even though he didn't exert any force, his voice was heard from a long distance away.

Several porters didn't even have time to send out a signal, so it must have been the leader who took action personally.

This place is dozens of miles away from Jigong Mountain. How did they get from the mountain to the river?

"How is it? The bandits met the escort team, what do you think I should do?"

Boss Song chuckled and patted a prisoner's face nonchalantly.

Zhao Xing raised his hand and tightly grasped the spear, saying coldly:

"Let them go!" "Let them go? Okay!"

Boss Song snorted, picked up the prisoner and carried him to the river bank:
"You asked me to release this."

As soon as he loosened his grip, the porter, who was obviously injured, fell helplessly and instantly sank into the surging Thunder River.

"Xiao Linzi!"

Zhao Xingyang's eyes were bloodshot and he yelled.

"Mr. Song, you are looking for death!"

He raised his spear, then put it down again, staring at Boss Song with his bloodshot eyes.

Seeing that he didn't rush down, Boss Song shook his head with some regret, and picked up another person, glancing at Zhao Xingyang on the hillside:
"Captain Zhao, should I let this man go? Well, come down and talk to them. Give them a chance."

Zhao Xingyang saw the porter struggling in mid-air. He moved his hands and was about to charge towards the dozens of bandits on horseback, but he saw the porter suddenly yelling:

"Boss, don't come here, this is a fucking trap! Leave me alone, I'm not afraid of death!"

He bit Boss Song's hand hard, but it felt like he was biting into steel and several teeth were broken.

Boss Song's hands seemed to be numb and he glanced at him coldly:
"Want to die? I won't let you die."

He steadily lifted the porter back, then suddenly kicked another prisoner next to him into the river, and laughed with his hands on his hips:
“Let someone else die!
"Mr. Zhao, when your men killed my brothers, did you ever think about today?"

Zhao Xingyang was so furious that he almost risked his life for revenge.

However, his remaining rationality told him that even if he went, he would not be able to save his brothers from dozens of people. Boss Song was a fourth-level warrior, and he could hardly be a match for one person, let alone dozens of bandits?
It was obvious that Boss Song was determined to fight to the death, and these porters were already dead when they were caught.

Zhao Xingyang thought quickly in his mind, but couldn't think of any solution. His face gradually showed despair, which was rare.

At this moment, his ears suddenly moved again, a look of struggle appeared on his face, and he slowly closed his eyes.

After a moment, he opened his eyes, his face firm and resolute, and shouted towards the river:
"Brothers, it's Zhao who is incompetent and can't protect everyone today. I'm sorry for you. In the next life, I will be your slave... I swear, in this life, I will kill this Song and everyone related to him to avenge you!"

"Hahaha, Mr. Zhao, what are you crazy about? I will never blame you! We are brothers in this life and we will still be brothers in the next life!"

A porter with his hands tied behind his back laughed loudly. Suddenly, he found strength from somewhere, broke free from the restraints beside him, ran a few steps quickly, and jumped into the river.

Zhao Xingyang's eyes were filled with tears. He took another deep look at the turbulent riverside and rode his horse back.

Boss Song pouted:
"This kid has quick reactions! Follow me!"

"Boss, these few..."

"Nonsense, Zhao Xingyang won't be fooled, just throw them all into the river."

Zhao Xingyang rode his horse at full speed and just as he turned a corner, he saw that the escort team guarding the place had already started fighting with someone.

There were about forty or fifty bandits surrounding the escort team. The two leaders were both masters of level three training. They rushed to the front, suppressing Qin Hai and others from forming a formation and joining forces, and they still had an absolute upper hand.

Seeing that the escort team was about to be submerged in the group of bandits, Zhao Xingyang's suppressed emotions broke out completely.

He let out a long roar towards the sky, raised his spear, and rushed directly into the group of bandits!
The bandits were startled, but Zhao Xingyang came too fast. His spear pierced several people like gourds and rushed directly in front of one of the Sanlians.

The leader of the Three Trainers shouted and was about to meet him, but he heard another angry roar from Zhao Xingyang. A faint blood energy condensed on his spear, and it accelerated again. He stabbed the spear directly into his chest, pierced up the Three Trainers as well, and then lifted him up high.

(End of this chapter)