Zhutian: Starting from the Space-Time Merchant

Chapter 194 Leave no one behind

'boom! '

'boom! '

'boom! '

With a bullet wound to each of his limbs, the once imposing Fan Qiong now had his face twisted and deformed, looking exceptionally ferocious.

The intense pain nearly made him faint.

There were many soldiers around, but after his trusted men were defeated, no one dared to step forward.

"Don't shout so loudly."

Lin Dao took out a box from his travel bag. "Just a minor injury. Look at how much you screamed."

Open the box, take out the cardiac stimulant, and prepare for injection.

Meeting Fan Qiong's terrified gaze, Lin Dao stepped forward and gave him an injection.

"Don't be afraid."

He reassured her gently, saying, "It's not poison."

"Something that allows you to better experience things without fainting."

Lying in a pool of blood, Fan Qiong felt a chill gradually spreading throughout her body.

He managed to utter, "Spare me, spare my life!"

“We have no grudge against each other, so I can naturally spare you.”

Lin Dao stood up and loaded the Glock. "But the wronged souls of Bianliang City disagree!"

The gun was pointed at Fan Qiong's limbs.

"No~~~"

'boom! '

"Ow~~~"

This is probably the most intense pain a man can experience.

Fan Qiong suddenly straightened up, let out a cry that was almost like that of a wild beast, then rolled her eyes back and fell unconscious.

"Ok?"

Lin Dao stared in astonishment at the box of heart stimulants. "Fake?"

If you faint, then there's no point in trying.

Take out another box of cardiac stimulants and give him another injection.

Fan Qiong finally woke up, making a gurgling sound in her throat, but she was in so much pain that she couldn't even scream.

"Not bad." Lin Dao nodded in satisfaction. "It wouldn't be bad to die from this much pain."

He turned around and looked at Wendu Sizhong.

What I saw was a terrified face.

Seeing Lin Dao raise the gun in his hand, and having witnessed its terrifying destructive power firsthand, Wen Dusizhong instinctively shouted.

"In times of war, envoys are not to be killed!"

'boom! boom! boom! ’

A series of gunshots rang out, accompanied by screams.

Wen Dusizhong, his eyes closed and his whole body trembling, was panting heavily.

This terrifying feeling of impending death left him completely exhausted.

After waiting for a while, I didn't feel anything.

Slowly opened his eyes.

The moment she opened her eyes, she was met with Lin Dao's unwavering gaze.

Swallowing hard, Wendu Sizhong subconsciously turned his head to avoid him.

He then saw that his followers behind him had all fallen to the ground.

"you!"

Turning around abruptly, he saw the armored man in front of him once again pointing his magical weapon at him.

The ritual implements, still emitting wisps of white smoke, were terrifyingly captivating.

Where is Wanyan Zongwang?

Where is Jin Wuzhu?

"Where is Nianhan?"

Where is Lou Shi?

When questioned, Wendu Sizhong gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Although he was afraid, he would never betray Wanyan.

He took a breath and forced himself to calm down. "This... brave warrior."

"Our great Jin Dynasty embraces all rivers and makes good use of talented and extraordinary people."

"If you brave warrior are willing to join my Great Jin, fame, wealth, women, and land are all at your disposal."

The armored man opposite him shook his head, and even through the mask, Wen Dusizhong could still sense that the man was smiling.

The next moment, the gun barrel moved down.

'boom! '

'Aww~~~'

Wendu Sizhong hopped around, clutching his wounded leg, before collapsing to the ground, his cries like the wailing of ghosts.

pain!
It really hurts!

"Fame and fortune, women and fields."

"That's all you savages know."

These conditions are ridiculous; Lin Dao has plenty of these things.

"Go back and give a message to the Wanyans."

The only reason they didn't kill the Jurchens was because they asked them to deliver a message.

Approach him, bend down and look directly at him.

The mask, shaped like a ghost face, with a wicked grin at the corners of its mouth, is unsettling to behold.

"Remember to tell those Wanyans."

"If they massacre the city, I will keep an eye on them and chase them to the ends of the earth."

“Your Jin Kingdom, from top to bottom, starting with Wanyan Wugumai.”

"Regardless of gender or age."

"It doesn't matter whether they are Jurchen or Bohai people."

"Everyone."

"Not a single one will be left alive!"

With a ferocious expression, Wen Dusizhong bared his teeth and said, "You've got quite the nerve, haven't you?"

"My Great Jin Dynasty, invincible and unrivaled throughout the world!"

"You, a mere individual, dare to speak so arrogantly?"

Lin Dao's figure suddenly disappeared.

Wendu Sizhong suddenly opened his eyes wide, as if he had seen a ghost.

The next moment, Lin Dao reappeared, stood up, and looked down at him.

"Understand?"

If the impact of firearms can be attributed to technology, or even to the boundaries of magical artifacts, then the impact of firearms can be considered a technological feat.

Lin Dao's ability to vanish without a trace in the truest sense undoubtedly belongs to the realm of immortal techniques.

This is a completely different concept!
Lin Dao is now unable to stop the Jin army from massacring the city.

If hundreds of thousands of troops were to storm into the city and massacre the inhabitants, it would take Lin Dao a very long time to kill them all.

During this period, countless people will become innocent victims.

For now, we will use this deterrent to protect millions of lives.

There will be plenty of time and means to destroy the Jin dynasty.

Wen Dusizhong stared wide-eyed, seemingly oblivious to the excruciating pain in his leg wound.

Are there really immortals?!
Few educated people would believe in the existence of immortals.

But when it actually appeared before my eyes, the shock was truly heart-wrenching.

"Get lost." Glancing at him, Lin Dao turned and walked towards Fan Qiong.

"May I ask, brave warrior!"

Despite the excruciating pain, Wen Dusizhong managed to call out with difficulty, "May I leave my name?"

Lin Dao stamped his foot and turned his head.

Lin Dao, courtesy name Zihou.

He walked up to Fan Qiong and took out a jar of honey from his travel bag.

Under Fan Qiong's horrified gaze, a large jar of honey was poured onto his various wounds.

"You're lucky."

Lin Dao looked around and thought, "There aren't many mosquitoes in this weather."

There are indeed not many, but they are not non-existent.

He grabbed Fan Qiong by the hair and dragged her onto the imperial road lined with fruit trees.

Before long, insects fell from the fruit trees, and ants crawled out of the soil.

Like streaks of black lines, they gradually covered Fan Qiong's body.

Struggling, screaming, wailing in pain.

In despair, Fan Qiong only wished for a quick death.

However, the honey stopped the bleeding from the wound, and with the added effect of the cardiac stimulant, he was temporarily unable to die.

Upon witnessing this horrific scene, Wen Dusizhong trembled as he tore at the cloth and bandaged his wounds himself.

He struggled to his feet, gritted his teeth, and hopped to find a horse to climb onto.

He clung tightly to the horse's neck and galloped out of the city without looking back.

This isn't some immortal being, it's clearly a demonic cultivator!
He certainly didn't want a jar of honey to be poured on his legs.

As Lin Dao did these things, hundreds and thousands of people around him watched silently.

No matter how pitiful Fan Qiong's cries were, no one came forward to help her.

Fan Qiong's actions were outrageous and universally condemned; apart from his confidants, no one would help him.

He took one last look at him, confirming that the blood from the wound was slowly flowing out again.

Only after Lin Dao did he turn around and walk towards the women who had been captured.

The soldiers and yamen runners guarding the numerous women scattered like birds and beasts.

They had witnessed everything that had happened.

This armored man is even more ferocious than the Jin people; only a madman would provoke him.

To serve the public is nothing more than seeking clothes on one's back and food in one's belly.

It's not worth risking your life for the sake of officials and ministers.

'Pfft pfft pfft~~~'

AUG fired a burst of bullets, and the fastest runners immediately fell to the ground.

Everyone else was terrified and lay on the ground trembling.

"Come all over."

Lin Dao waved the muzzle of his gun to signal, "Line up."

Two to three hundred soldiers and yamen runners were captured by Lin Dao alone.

No one dared to resist, and they actually obeyed and gathered together.

Looking at the timid expressions of the people in front of him, Lin Dao smiled.

Angry.

So weak!

When they ransacked homes and seized women, they were all like wolves and tigers.

When faced with a strong opponent, they immediately become like ostriches, only able to lower their heads and hide.

The people in this damned imperial court, from top to bottom, from officials to yamen runners, are absolutely rotten!

"explain."

Lin Dao asked, "Which prefectural or county government office do the yamen runners belong to? Which department do the soldiers belong to?"

"From Kaifeng Prefecture~"

"From Xiangfu County~"

"From Kaifeng County~"

"Guangji Army~"

"Soldiers from Yunzhou~"

"Soldiers from Xuzhou~"

Lin Dao shouted again, "Stand separately according to your respective units!"

There was another burst of chaos.

He pointed to the many women who were bound.

"You're the ones who captured him, now you're the ones who should send him back."

"Each of you, according to your assigned group, escort them safely home."

"If someone does something wrong on the way."

He raised the muzzle of his gun and brandished it. "This was done by the Kaifeng Prefectural Government. Kill the entire government office!"

"Those who committed these acts by the Guangji Army, kill them all!"

The evil in human nature is unimaginable to those who have never experienced it.

If these beautiful women are allowed to return home on their own, they may be kidnapped by thugs and beggars on the way.

Someone must escort them.

Even the escorts cannot be trusted.

Sufficient warnings must be given.

Carry the AUG on your back, grab the Glock, and take down two people from each team.

"If anything happens to one of them."

"I promise you."

"Leave no one behind!"

The women who had been untied from their ropes.

With tears in their eyes, they called him their benefactor and expressed their gratitude.

Their original fate was to be bound by ropes and sent to the Jurchen camp.

Day and night, I endure the humiliation and abuse of those foul-mouthed savages.

Most of them were tortured to death and then abandoned in the wilderness to be devoured by wild dogs.

Those who were lucky enough to survive would be taken to the far north, where they would be enslaved and forced into a living hell.

Lin Dao saved them from their tragic fate and rescued countless innocent souls.

He accepted the women's thanks without hesitation.

After everyone had left, Lin Dao stepped forward and looked at the large carts filled with gold, silver and silk.

These valuables could be used to purchase supplies and arm armies willing to fight the Jurchens.

It could also be given as a reward to those brave warriors who dared to fight the Jin people to the death.

The one thing you absolutely cannot use is as compensation!

Without hesitation, they were all sent away.

Taking a breath, Lin Dao turned to look at the Vermilion Bird Gate.

Inside the Vermilion Bird Gate lies the inner city of Bianliang.

Continuing along the imperial road, you'll reach the inner palace of the imperial city.

I got back on the electric scooter, inserted the key, and started it.

We turned around on the wide Imperial Street and headed straight for the Vermilion Bird Gate.

It's time to go and meet those cowardly officials and their ministers.

In a short time, the area outside the Vermilion Bird Gate, which had been bustling with people, was now filled with corpses.

And~~~
Fan Qiong lies under a fruit tree, being torn apart by thousands of insects and ants.

(End of this chapter)