Martial Arts Crossover: It All Started with Hijacking Li Canghai

On a water island somewhere between the two worlds.

The Young Marshal's army camp is located here.

The firewood was piled into small fires, and the people surrounding them began to sleep.

Kou Zhong sat cross-legged by the campfire, tore off a chicken leg from the fire stand, and talked while chewing.

"Young Master Ling, now that we have about 20,000 men under our command, shouldn't we go and conquer a city to make it our own territory?"

Xu Ziling was flipping through the strange book that Lu Miaozi had given him.

"With the men we've recruited, we can't even put together a decent set of armor. How are you going to attack a city?"

Kou Zhong didn't care about any of that.

"Aren't those people under the Yuwen Clan still being played like fools by us? Even someone as powerful as our father couldn't catch us two brothers."

"Our luck has been off the charts lately; it must be God's help."

Xu Ziling stopped flipping through the book.

"You think this is really just us being lucky?"

Kou Zhong wiped the grease from his mouth, revealing a set of bright white teeth.

"What else could it be? Since God has given us this opportunity, we brothers naturally have to seize it."

Before he could finish speaking, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if someone had squeezed his heart tightly.

The chicken leg I hadn't finished eating fell to the ground.

"Young Master Ling..."

Xu Ziling noticed something was wrong and immediately rushed forward.

"What's wrong with you?!"

The feeling came and went quickly; Kou Zhong had recovered, though his forehead was covered in a layer of cold sweat.

"I don't know what happened... Just now, I suddenly felt a sharp pain in my chest."

Xu Ziling's expression suddenly tightened, and he clutched his chest.

"It's not a coincidence."

Kou Zhong frowned.

"Young Master Ling, you too..."

Xu Ziling remained calm and suppressed the fleeting pain.

"Someone must be coming for us."

"He's a master, the absolute best! Just like the old man we encountered last time, there was no way to fight him."

Kou Zhong and Xu Ziling grew up together on the streets of Hangzhou, and it was this inexplicable intuition that kept them alive until now.

Especially after learning the "Longevity Technique," their sensitivity to danger reached a new level.

He was able to evade the Yuwen family's captures several times, and even be taken in by Du Fuwei as an adopted son, all thanks to this sudden impulse, which never went wrong.

Kou Zhong clenched his back teeth.

"Could it be that old bastard Yuwen Gu sending people to cause trouble again?"

Xu Ziling shook his head.

"It doesn't look like it."

"We've dealt with the Yuwen family before. Back when we had just mastered our skills, I wasn't this nervous even when facing Yuwen Gu. This time, the feeling is even stronger than when facing my father."

Kou Zhong's face turned ugly when he heard this. Du Fuwei was already the leader of the Jianghuai Army, and his realm was that of a top-level Grandmaster. There were probably only a handful of experts who could suppress people more than him.

"Could it be...?"

Xu Ziling interrupted him before he could finish speaking.

"No matter who it is, we can't stay here."

"Let's go now!"

Kou Zhong turned to look at the brothers who were still sleeping in the camp. This territory and the troops had just been established, and it was indeed a bit painful to just abandon them like this.

But he only hesitated for a moment before making a decision.

"Oh shit!"

Kou Zhong kicked over the fire next to him.

"Brothers, rise up quickly!"

Xu Ziling had already stuffed the books and the longevity manual left by Lu Miaozi into his bosom.

"Have you figured out how to arrange for the brothers to retire?"

Kou Zhong cursed and swore at the bastard who came looking for trouble.

"Break it down into smaller parts!"

"Divide those three thousand elite troops who followed us back then into ten teams, and retreat to the southeast coast in ten separate routes."

"The rest of you should disperse and go about your own business."

Xu Ziling had to admire Kou Zhong's decisiveness.

"You lead one team, I'll lead another, and the other eight teams will set off on their own."

"Let's meet in Quanzhou."

Kou Zhong smiled.

"become!"

"I'll find out which bastard drove us brothers to this point later."

Xu Ziling's expression remained solemn as he turned to look at Hangzhou in the northwest.

"Young Master Zhong, do you think it could be the King of Qin? After all, we robbed the Ruan family of Sichuan of their goods, even though we left them 30%... But that guy is so domineering..."

Kou Zhongcai, who had just uttered his harsh words, choked upon hearing this name.

Who in the entire martial arts world, no, in the entire world, doesn't know the name Qin Han?

Just recently, in one night, the Yuwen family's foundation in Hangzhou was wiped out. Even Cai Jing and Yuwen Huaji together didn't fare well, and two of the infamous Twelve Constellations were killed...

People everywhere in the city say that this person is very strange.

Kou Zhong swallowed hard.

"If it really is him, then there's nothing shameful about us running away."

Xu Ziling didn't say anything more, and turned to walk towards his brothers to make arrangements.

Kou Zhong stayed where he was and thought for a moment, then a wicked smile appeared on his face.

He pulled out a piece of parchment from the side, spread it out, dipped a pen in ink, and scribbled a few lines on it.

He slapped the parchment on the table beside him, turned around, took two steps, and then stopped.

After thinking for a moment, he turned back and added a few more strokes to the bottom of the parchment, drawing a smiley face.

"Hehe, at least your trip wasn't in vain."

Before long, the entire island camp began to disperse in an orderly manner, and the surrounding torches were extinguished one after another.

The rest of the troops split up, leaving only a 3,000-strong team scattered, with everyone trying to walk as quietly as possible.

Half an hour passed.

The 20,000 people on the island had all disappeared without a trace, leaving only a row of empty tents, with steam still rising from the iron pot in the middle of the camp.

Kou Zhong stood at the bow of the last awning boat, glanced back at the direction of the water island, and his trusted confidant beside him looked somewhat sad.

"Young Marshal, will we ever come back to this place?"

Kou Zhong looked at the dark, murky water in the distance.

"I'll be back, I'll definitely be back!"

"When we return, we must bring 100,000 troops with us!"

As soon as he finished speaking, that tightness in his chest returned, even more intense than it had been in the camp earlier.

Kou Zhong's expression changed.

"Get out of here!!"

The men behind them stuck bamboo poles into the water and pushed hard, and the small boat slid forward quickly with the current.