Chapter 5: The Waste Water (Eight)

"Ah--!" Han Deyun never thought that the young lady Han Jing, who had been winking, had a real purpose to hijack him. She exclaimed and instinctively struggled to death.

A sharp blade immediately appeared on his neck, which directly entered his heart. It instantly "coagulated" the blood from his body. His legs froze in place, one in front and one behind, and the elbow that was hitting back stopped halfway. A threat came again in his ears, and every word became extremely clear. "Let your people retreat and send us onto the sentry boat, otherwise, my aunt will kill you first and then kill everyone here!"

"Ah--don't, don't come over, back, wait for everyone to retreat!" Han De's soul flew out of the sky, with a pale face and shouted a loud command.

Without his instructions, the soldiers around him dared not move forward any further. The incident happened too suddenly and everyone could not figure out what was going on. Before they could recover from their surprise, Shen'er, Chai Rong, Zhao Kuangyin and Ning Ziming had already flew forward, tacitly arranged a triangular array to protect Han Jing and the hostages in the center!

"Send us onto the boat, don't do anything. Otherwise, my aunt will chop you up with a knife, and no one will avenge you!" He pressed the sword blade down again, and Han Jing whispered. There was no fierce light in his eyes, but it made Han Deyun and his soldiers stand on their hair.

Influenced by the tribal culture of the Khitans, the Han army in Yanyun is now much more severe than that in the Central Plains. If Han Jing, the privy envoy of the Southern Court, killed a general, whether it was accidentally killed or intentional murder, the biggest punishment he would face was to compensate for a funeral expense. If they accidentally cut Han Jing, as long as the wound was blooded, the consequences of being executed together with the whole family.

"Let them throw all the bows and arrows into the river, and no one is left!" The cold command and the chill around their necks came again, making Han Deyun's scalp numb.

"Throw all the bows and arrows into the river, then let the road open and the road to the pier!" Knowing that today's situation was far beyond his ability, he chose to obey helplessly, "The young lady wants to send his friends across the river. We are subordinates, and we are not qualified to follow and interfere with each other!"

"Miss, show mercy!"

"We'll throw it now, let it go, please let it go!"

"Miss, Miss, we are all on orders and we definitely don't have the courage to do the right thing to you on purpose!"

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The soldiers finally recovered from their shock. While carefully begging for their own heads, they threw bows and arrows that could attack long-distance targets into the rolling river according to the order.

When the gods fight, even if they are brave, they will not be useful. It is better to pretend to be confused and seek peace overnight.

"Zi Ming, you got on the boat and untied the cables and let the other whistle boat be removed! Brother, you are the second one, Brother Zhao, let's take this person together to break the rear. After getting on the boat, we will leave immediately!" Like a general of a hundred battles, Han Jing clearly assigned tasks to everyone, and every sentence was explained very clearly.

"I understand, second sister-in-law!" Ning Ziming simply agreed, dragged the steel whip, and trotted to the pier. The moment he jumped onto the bow of the boat, he saw Han Jing's beautiful hair and clothes blowing high by the river wind, floating, as if a terrifying geese.

It was a different kind of beauty, and in an instant, it made him a little fascinated. However, he soon suppressed this feeling. While bent down to untied the ropes of the ship, he quietly scolded himself in his heart, "Ning Ziming, what are you thinking about?! That's the second sister-in-law! You have never seen a woman!"

The thick cable was quickly loosened by him, and the boat under his feet was washed by the river and shaking along the edge of the trestle. He pulled the rope around the wooden stakes with one hand, and pulled out the knife with the other hand. He waved hard to the wooden stakes beside him, and with a "brush", he cut the cable tied to the second whistle boat into two sections.

The wardrobe ship that had lost its bond flew along the river. Ning Ziming threw down the knife, straightened his waist, and tightened the cable on the ship with both hands, "Brother, second brother, second sister-in-law, hurry up."

"Come on!" Han Jing and others rushed to Han Deyun, agreed, and jumped onto the deck one after another. Just as they were about to let go of the hostages, they suddenly heard a "whisper" sound in their ears. A wolf-tooth arrow more than four feet long flew into the air and shot at Han Deyun's chest, revealing a half-inch cold front from behind.

"Thief, where can I escape!" Immediately afterwards, three more sharp arrows flew towards Ning Ziming, Zhao Kuangyin and Chai Rong. With an angry roar, a Liaodong horse with a shoulder height of more than eight feet rushed to the river. The warrior on the horse's back held a strong bow like a full moon. The fifth eagle feather "bang" and nailed the cable tied to the pier tightly onto the pier.

"Bang, Bang, Bang!" Chai Rong, Zhao Kuangyin and Ning Ziming dodge each side to avoid the misfortune of being penetrated by sharp arrows. Han Jing decisively raised his sword and chopped towards the cable. Before her arm could fall, a crisp "ding" sound came from her ears. The sixth carved feather flew into the air, shooting the sword that was cut as iron as mud and out of his hand, falling into the river from afar.

"Be careful!" The three brothers were so scared that they were sweating profusely. They picked up their weapons and stepped forward to protect Han Jing to death. The person who came was a legendary The Legend of the Condor Heroes, who could accurately hit the cables of the ship within a hundred steps. In a critical moment, everyone could only save Jing Niang's life first, and then find a way to drive the whistle boat off the trestle.

Unexpectedly, the seventh deadly feather arrow had not arrived for a long time. Everyone looked up and saw that the eagle's hand was pulling his bow on the river beach ten feet away. "My grandma, do you know what you are doing? Get off the boat quickly and give me the three of them!"

"No!" Han Jing only used one word and gave enough answers. Her pretty face was full of determination.

"Why?" The deadly feather arrow moved slowly and aimed at Chai Rong in turn. Zhao Kuangyin and Ning Ziming choked, but they were still unwilling to use Han Jing as their target. "You are my woman, why should you help..."

"Brother Yelu Liu, don't talk nonsense!" Han Jing's face immediately turned purple and red. He glanced at Zhao Kuangyin and screamed and retorted, "I am not your woman, I have never been. Don't be foolish. Even if I die alone, I will not marry my uncle!"

"I am not your uncle. My surname is Yelu, your surname is Han. My grandfather and I are just sworn brothers, without any blood connection!" The owner of the feather arrow, Yelu Liu, was angry and hated, and the flames of jealousy thundered in his eyes. "Do you know, how much effort did your father and I take to pick you out of this matter? Do you know, in order to block Yelu's mouth, I gave him a whole cart of silver ingots?! Going ashore, for your sake, as long as the three of them swear to be loyal to the Daliao, I will protect them from death. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless under the arrow!" (Note 1)
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