Chapter 126 He doesnt want to be that kind of person
Many people in this team had never drawn Shui Ling, but He Lingchuan knew that they would definitely die tonight.
Should they also give up and retreat?
He Lingchuan breathed out a long breath, and when Zeng Feixiong passed by again, he called to him: "Just keep your eyes on the front, I will break up the rear."
Zeng Feixiong was sweating profusely and was stunned when he heard this: "Young Master?" Can you do it?
Although they also lived and died together in the desert, shouldn't it be better to leave such a professional matter to professionals?
Of course, in his haste, he couldn't think of anyone else who could take on this important responsibility.
"Don't worry." He Lingchuan knew that at this moment, he could still pretend to be the boss in the team and watch others work for him. But at this time, he thought of the team of civilians who fled in Panlong's dream, and thought of Lin Sanjiu who was running for his life.
The guilty look he gave me.
Who has no family, who doesn’t know the pros and cons, and who can’t think about the future?
Lin Sanjiu was not wrong, but He Lingchuan never wanted to be this kind of person again.
So he smiled at Zeng Feixiong and said, "I have experience!"
He has good combat power, and it would be a pity not to use it. But Zeng Feixiong would not completely believe him, especially since the eldest young master claimed to be "experienced" and he didn't know where to start.
This old man has never been on the battlefield, so where does his experience come from? Did he save it in his dreams?
At this time, He Chunhua's voice came from the front: "It doesn't matter, let him do it!"
He has been paying attention here.
Now that the leader had spoken, Zeng Feixiong immediately threw out two people, one was Zhao Qinghe sent by He Chunhua, and the other was Mao Tao.
"Protect the young master!" He whispered and winked a few times, which meant that the two of them could act independently and did not necessarily listen to the young master.
The two nodded desperately.
Mao Tao was still a little worried: "Young master, do you really want to stay? But those two signed the lot..." He was also present at that time.
"It's something that cannot be made accurately." He Lingchuan interrupted him and turned to Zeng Feixiong, "Protect my family!"
"It's my duty!" Zeng Feixiong hurried back to the front team and disappeared after a while.
There were more than 400 members of the Guards and more than 200 villagers, a total of nearly 700 people, all running on the mountain road. Then they heard a heart-rending scream, from top to bottom.
He Lingchuan looked up and saw that an unlucky guy missed the mark and fell.
Everyone was very impatient. There were bloody examples in front of them, so they finally stopped fighting and pushing.
This sound also woke up the unconscious Zhu in the carriage.
She opened her eyes and was stunned for a few breaths, then suddenly covered her face with her hands and cried loudly.
Mrs. Ying patted her on the back: "Cry, cry, hey!" It seemed that Zhu's child was thrown down in this position.
"Blessings are unparalleled. Although we have lost our child, as long as we escape from here, you will be able to reunite with your loved ones soon. This is also a great relief."
She comforted her for a long time, and then Zhu's crying gradually weakened, and finally she choked in a low voice.
Zhu's eyes were as swollen as walnuts, but her gaze was firm: "Your family has shown me the kindness of rebirth. When we return to the capital, I, the Zhu family, will definitely repay you with a happy life!"
"Saving someone's life is a virtue. It's tacky to talk about repayment." Mrs. Ying poured her a glass of water with her own hands. This was not a polite comment. In Mrs. Ying's opinion, Zhu Xiyan, the minister of Taipu Temple, is still in office and has done a good job.
Yes, he has the emperor's trust, but the grandfather and grandson haven't seen each other for seven years, so the family relationship is quite unfamiliar.
The most important thing is that Zhu Xiyan does not only have this one granddaughter.
So will the Zhu family repay the favor in the end or will it trickle down? She doesn't have high hopes.
Of course, all prerequisites are based on their successful escape from the traitors' pursuit.
Mrs. Ying sighed, raised the curtain and looked outside. The carriages were all close to the inside, and Wuyangyang was crowded with people halfway along the road outside. A few feet beyond was a cliff, which was very dangerous.
She listened to every word of the conversation between her eldest son and Zeng Feixiong just now, and felt a little emotional in her heart.
This bastard seems to have finally grown up a bit.
The mountain road was very rugged, and everyone had to hold up fires for illumination. In this way, the two groups of gangsters in the village soon discovered that there were a lot of torches on the west road, and it was obvious that people gathered there.
He Lingchuan and two lieutenants drew their swords and led more than thirty people and more than a dozen horses to cut off the rear.
The faces of the more than 30 support troops were all ugly, and some secretly regretted that they did not have a good relationship with their superiors, so they would be pushed out as cannon fodder at such a critical moment.
Except for a fool like He Lingchuan who takes the initiative to flirt with someone, who would want to stay and have a divorce? His life is gone if he lets go.
There is still a way to survive if you flee with the large army, but if you stay and break up, you will most likely stay forever.
It wasn't that He Lingchuan didn't want to take more people with him, but the mountain road was steep and narrow, and there were so many people that he couldn't let go.
Of course, this kind of one-way terrain is not friendly to those who are escaping, and it is even more difficult for the pursuing party. The sporadic gangsters who were chasing after them were all stopped by the crowd. They either retreated due to difficulties or were killed with a knife.
It was not difficult at first, but as the chaos in the village spread, more and more gangsters rushed to the west road. After all, in terms of numbers, Lu Yao's men were one against five, so the difficulty was too high.
After more than twenty people were chopped down, the Lu bandits quickly collapsed, and at least half of them instinctively fled westward. There were many people on this road, and as long as they surpassed most of them, they would be safe.
In contrast, the east side is the direction from which Wu Shaoyi's team rushed, and the entrance to the village is a place of fierce fighting. Idle people can easily be shot to death by random arrows.
Therefore, the pressure on He Lingchuan and others suddenly increased after the break.
At this time, neither the officers, soldiers nor villagers had completely withdrawn to the West Road.
There are too many people, too many cars, and the road is too narrow!
If the bandits get mixed into the crowd, the consequences will be endless. He Lingchuan made a quick decision and pointed at the six or seven vehicles that had not yet completed the drive: "We can't take these with us. We don't want them anymore. Unload all the cattle and horses!"
Qian's mother was nearby and was surprised when she heard this: "Young Master, these all belong to Madam!"
When He Lingchuan heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good!"
Qian’s mother: “…”
"You only took the most valuable jewelry, it must only be a small box." He Lingchuan said quickly, "Throw the rest here, I have use!" People are going to die, why are they holding on to these belongings?
Qian's mother couldn't disobey, so she had to find the jewelry box, get up and leave, and went to the front to talk to my wife.
Mrs. Ying frowned and asked her, "Is the eldest young master injured?"
"Ah..." Mother Qian thought carefully, "No, the young master is very majestic."
Mrs. Ying lay by the window and looked back, not knowing what she was feeling.
Mrs. Ying's luggage cart over there has been unloaded and is blocked in the middle of the mountain road.
Of course, He Lingchuan still left an opening to let his own people pass through.
The soldiers were eager to close their mouths and kept urging the villagers: "Hurry up, hurry up, don't leave me!"
A panting villager ran over. Wearing a thick leather hat, he didn't even raise his head to look at anyone. He kept his head down and ducked into the gap in the convoy.