Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 252 Capturing Qian Yaozu Alive (5,000)

"It was you who tried to harm my husband?"

The cold wind ruffled the girl's black hair, a few strands falling onto her cheeks, a few strands falling onto her lips, giving Zhang Qingguo's stunningly beautiful face a slightly messy and broken beauty.

She is truly an extremely beautiful woman.

For several months, they had been lording it over everyone in Pingyang City, and had seen all kinds of women. But even if they searched the entire city, even the women around Qian Yaozu seemed to become ordinary and vulgar in comparison to his charm... Perhaps, they were just ordinary and vulgar to begin with.

Normally, if they encountered such a celestial being, they would probably be very excited and would try every means to get their hands on her... But now, they didn't even dare to have such a thought in their hearts, as if just thinking about it would be a great desecration.

The body of the comrade at the forefront was still warm, blood gushing from his neck. The piercing wound reminded them that this woman was not easy to deal with.

He might be an eighth-rank martial artist.

Among their group, the strongest was only at the seventh rank, there were only a few at the sixth rank, and the rest were mostly at the fifth rank or even the fourth rank. In a one-on-one fight, it was likely that none of them could withstand three moves from this woman.

But if they join forces, is there still a chance?
He might die.

But when they thought about all that hard-earned money, greed ultimately triumphed over fear.

They exchanged a glance, and both could see the greed and madness in each other's eyes.

In the next instant, a total of thirty-seven people rushed towards Luo Tianxuan almost simultaneously. Each of them held nothing back, knowing very well that only by working together could they have a chance of winning at this moment.

Just then, a ray of moonlight shone on the longsword, and in the instant the sword light appeared, the world in front of Luo Tianxuan seemed to be cleaved in two. With a slight twist of her wrist, the three-foot-long sword unleashed a circle of invisible sword light, and dozens of figures rushing towards her froze simultaneously.

The middle-aged swordsman who was the first to approach suddenly narrowed his eyes—he saw that his right hand, which was holding the sword, was severed at the wrist, and glistening blood beads appeared at the cut.

With a slight tremor of the longsword, a drop of blood shot upwards against the current.

puff.

It pierced into the swordsman's wide-eyed eyes.

The sphere shattered and burst out from the back of the head.

Ding!
The burly man behind him, holding a gun, felt as if something had struck the tip of his gun. The steel-forged tip suddenly exploded, scattering countless metal fragments everywhere.

laugh.

A red line appeared on her throat.

His eyes widened as he reached down to the back of his neck and groped around for a short while before withdrawing his hand. In his blood-soaked palm lay a small piece of iron, about half an inch in size.

He swayed, then collapsed to the ground with a thud, and remained motionless.

At the same time, in front of Luo Tianxuan, seven or eight bodies were also swaying precariously, with a small piece of iron embedded in their foreheads, chests, or necks.

With just two moves, only 29 of the 37 companions remained.

The pupils of everyone's eyes trembled violently, as if an earthquake had struck.

This is definitely not something an eighth-rank martial artist could do. Could this woman be a legendary ninth-rank martial artist?
In an instant, everyone's skin crawled with goosebumps. This time, they had truly kicked a hornet's nest. If it were an eighth-rank martial artist, they might have a chance to defy fate if they all rushed at him. But if it were a legendary ninth-rank martial artist, it would be pure suicide, with absolutely no chance of turning the tide.

run!
As if they had planned it beforehand, the remaining twenty-nine martial artists, without the slightest hesitation, simultaneously pushed off the ground with both legs, and their bodies instantly shot out in all directions.

At this moment, no beauty or money is as important as one's own life.

Unfortunately, even escaping from Luo Tianxuan was somewhat difficult. He gently raised his right arm, and the sword trembled slightly, like a sharp hiss. In the next instant, the tip of the sword drew a semicircle in front of him.

hum.

The invisible sword energy, like a crescent moon, tore through the fan-shaped area in front of it.

hiss hiss hiss hiss...

Song Yan's eyelids twitched suddenly. In that instant, he only saw an invisible sword aura, as if it had divided the space in front of him into two layers. At the same time, the twenty-nine... corpses that had escaped were also separated.

Mutilated corpses mixed with blood fell from mid-air like raindrops, and in the blink of an eye, everything was crimson.

Song Yan knew that Luo Tianxuan practiced martial arts, but he never expected her to be this powerful.

Just then, Luo Tianxuan frowned again. A series of howls came from the direction of the city gate, like waves of a tsunami. Before long, a dense crowd poured out of the city gate. Under the moonlight, everyone's face was distorted, revealing excitement and madness.

Gazing at her husband from afar, she seemed like a wild beast, ready to devour him.

Those were just ordinary people.

He doesn't even qualify as a martial artist.

As if endless, they poured out of the city gates, and in a short time, there were probably already several thousand.

Having not seen her husband for over two months, Luo Tianxuan missed him terribly. She longed to spend some time alone with him, and had so much to say to him. But why were so many people bothering her? Luo Tianxuan was somewhat irritated, but even a Grandmaster has their limits. She sighed helplessly, and when she turned to face Song Yan, her expression had returned to normal. She didn't want her bad mood to affect her husband: "Husband, let me take you away from here first."

Her voice was as gentle as ever.

She was not afraid.

With her strength as a newly ascended Grandmaster, even if she was no match for thousands of people, if she simply wanted to escape, no one could stop her.

Song Yan did not answer, but slowly extended his left hand and grasped Luo Tianxuan's small hand.

Although they had been married for more than half a year, this was the first time the couple had been so intimate. Despite being a master-level expert, Luo Tianxuan's body still trembled slightly, and a blush rose on her fair face.

The little hand struggled gently in Song Yan's palm.

Perhaps because she wasn't used to it, Song Yan didn't force her and let go naturally.

But soon, that little hand reached out again, but this time it wasn't held in Song Yan's palm; instead… their fingers intertwined. Song Yan smiled, took Luo Tianxuan's little hand, and walked to the back. Beside them, the woman's long eyelashes trembled gently, and in the moonlight, their figures seemed to be nestled together.

"Oh no, they're trying to escape."

"Quick, quick, rush over there."

"That woman is mine, and no one is allowed to take her from me."

"what……"

Seeing that Song Yan and Luo Tianxuan were about to leave, the local thugs panicked. After all, Song Yan now represented boxes of silver and beautiful women.

Before he could finish speaking, a scream suddenly ripped through the night sky.

Looking up, it seemed as if something was falling towards us in the darkness—it was… light.

It's fire.

The burning rocket streaked across the night sky, falling with a sharp whistle, landing among the crowd and at the city gate.

The crowd was far too dense.

Even if the rocket wanted to miss, it couldn't.

The flames quickly ignited the thick cotton-padded clothes of some people. Accompanied by shrill screams, the flames burst forth instantly, dozens of flames merging together to block the retreat route of the nine thousand soldiers.

There was some commotion among the soldiers.

The screams of their companions shattered their will.

They suddenly realized that the enemy was not as easy to bully as the people of Pingyang City.

Boom boom boom!

Accompanied by heavy footsteps, rows of black-armored soldiers emerged from behind the hillside. Under the moonlight, their tall figures resembled ghosts lurking in the darkness, striding towards the city gate. The overwhelming darkness sent chills down the spines of all the soldiers.

Right behind Song Yan, the third team of black-armored warriors appeared.

At this point, the encirclement was complete.

The disparity in soldier quality was starkly revealed at this moment. Despite being outnumbered, the black-armored soldiers showed no fear in the face of their enemy, steadily tightening their encirclement. In contrast, the nine thousand miscellaneous soldiers, though numerous, simply shrank back desperately, their movements chaotic and disorderly, with even the sounds of arguing escalating among them.

"Shut the hell up, all of you!" a burly man roared, silencing the restlessness among the henchmen.

This man's nickname is Tiger.

Unlike ordinary local ruffians, this man was a big shot in Pingyang City. Before Qian Yaozu arrived, he was a gangster and the leader of the Black Tiger Gang.

After the enforcement team was established, he became the general of the enforcement team.

Tiger's dark eyes darted around, his face darkening. He wasn't one of those brainless fools; he could feel the terrifying pressure emanating from these black-armored soldiers with just a glance. Was he really going to lead a bunch of thugs against such elite troops?
real or fake?

This group could probably even stop the Jurchen cavalry.

If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have been greedy for that little bit of silver.

The only chance of survival now is to pick a direction, fight your way out at all costs, and then run as far as you can... Thinking this, Tiger raised his axe and roared with all his might, "Everyone, those who don't want to die, charge with me..."

With a roar, Tiger took the lead, brandishing his axe and charging towards Song Yan.

He still harbored a small amount of greed; if he could cut off Song Yan's head while breaking through the encirclement, that would be ideal. This seemed to have some effect, at least slightly boosting morale. Tiger was surrounded by his former gang brothers, thousands of thugs from the enforcement team, and four thousand imperial guards—a total of nine thousand figures. Even without much organization or discipline, their combined attack was quite imposing.

Before long, Tiger had rushed to the black-armored warrior. He roared and raised his axe to chop down at the warrior. Immediately, a loud bang was heard, and Tiger screamed in agony.

The axe flew out of his hand.

Right in front of Tiger was a burly man clad in black armor and wielding a machete.

That loud bang was from two axes colliding.

Tiger felt a surge of power coming from the axe. He had no way to resist it. His hand holding the axe was shaken and bent backward, with the back of his hand pressed against his forearm and the bones in his wrist shattered.

He staggered backward, but was quickly blocked by his companions behind him. Luo Tianyang grinned menacingly, strode over, grabbed Tiger's raised wrist with one hand, and swung his axe at Tiger's shoulder with the other.

Blood stained the sky.

Tiger's good brother, his eyes bloodshot with rage, gripped his weapon and pounced. Luo Tianyang, seemingly consumed by rage, roared and flung his axe from his hand, smashing it onto the man's head with a thud.

Snap.

Like a watermelon bursting open in June.

Blood was still gushing out.

He drew his sword from his waist and swiftly severed Tiger's head, sending it flying like a cannonball...

boom.

It smashed onto the head of another thug, shattering both their skulls.

The fight has begun.

The initial contact was met with a one-sided, extremely fierce massacre.

Flames roared and shouts of battle echoed in the distance.

The black-armored warriors seemed to be machines created solely for slaughter; they raised their steel blades and then brought them down.

Puff, puff, puff...

Streams of blood spurted out.

Just like harvesting wheat, every swing of the steel blade immediately harvests a batch of lives.

Some tried to fight back, but their weapons, when struck against the heavy infantry armor, only made clanging sounds before the black-armored warriors easily chopped off their heads.

Heavy armor against unarmored opponents—that's how you crush them.

This time, Song Yan did not participate.

Although it is no longer needed, it still faithfully plays the role of bait.

Song Yan never doubted the outcome of the war; once they left the city, the war was already over.

The circle of encirclement is getting smaller and smaller.

The ground was becoming increasingly muddy.

Even in the freezing cold, the constantly flowing blood didn't have time to freeze. It gathered together, turning into a small stream that flowed slowly underfoot before flowing into the moat, turning the solid ice a scarlet color.

The encirclement is getting smaller and smaller.

More and more corpses lay scattered on the ground.

The greed and desire in their chests were completely replaced by fear. Only at this moment did they finally understand what kind of enemy they were facing.

I don't want to die.

Having climbed from the very bottom of society to where they are now, and having only enjoyed a good life for a few months, no one wants it to end like this.

They also wanted to continue roaming the streets of Pingyang City, beating up anyone they didn't like in the street.

They also wanted to use the orders issued by the governor to break into the homes of those who were usually high and mighty, to make them kowtow desperately on the ground, and to steal the last grain of food.

They also wanted to fabricate a crime, put a rope around the neck of the man who had previously looked down on them, and hang him from a tree with only his toes touching the ground, so that he could watch helplessly as his daughter and wife screamed in agony beneath them... I still remember how exciting it was to see that man's eyes wide with rage.

How wonderful such days are!

How could he just die like this?
Finally, seeing his comrades being killed in droves, one of the thugs could no longer bear the fear in his heart. He suddenly screamed, dropped his weapon, and turned to run towards the city gate.

Then, the flames quickly engulfed his body.

……

I don’t know when.

The sounds of clashing weapons gradually subsided.

The overwhelming stench of blood, mixed with the stench of entrails, filled my nostrils and made me want to vomit.

The black-armored warriors seemed completely unaffected by the smell, perhaps they were already used to it. They roamed the battlefield, carefully examining each corpse, and if they encountered one that wasn't quite dead yet, they would deliver another blow.

The first lesson the general taught them was how to finish them off.

huh... huh... huh...

The cold wind was still howling, and the smell of blood carried even further.

Looking up, I wondered if it was just my imagination, but it seemed as if the bright moon in the sky was veiled in a scarlet veil.

At the city gate, some corpses that hadn't been completely burned were crackling and popping under the flames, probably because their bones were breaking apart.

Thick black smoke billowed in the night sky, like dark clouds gradually dispersing.

After a long while, the flames finally went out.

Several long spears emerged from inside, pushing aside the charred corpses piled up at the entrance.

Immediately, a group of men dressed as guards walked out from inside in neat rows.

The leader was a middle-aged man in his forties, tall with a square face, carrying a spear that was nearly three meters long.

When these people came out of the city, they saw this bloody and cruel scene.

As far as the eye could see, everything was crimson; even the frozen moat was covered with a layer of crimson ice crystals.

Even though this middle-aged man had experienced many things, big and small, he couldn't help but be shocked. As for the younger officers, their faces turned pale.

They were all dead, not a single one was left.

They didn't believe those thugs and soldiers would be warriors who fought to the death. The only explanation for this was that they had surrendered and were still killed. While their past actions might have warranted their deaths, killing those who surrendered was something not everyone could do.

Zhang Zhen spotted Song Yan in the crowd.

He didn't know Song Yan personally, but he had a general idea of ​​Song Yan's situation.

Although he was much older than Song Yan and had also experienced war, at this moment, he couldn't help but feel a sense of oppression.

Taking a deep breath, Zhang Zhen suppressed his suppressed emotions: "Let's go."

The young soldiers behind him nodded, and then dragged a person towards Song Yan like a dead dog.

That person was Qian Yaozu.

Alive.

(End of this chapter)