Chapter Fifty-Third: Paying Attention to Han Shizhong
[69 Book Bar - www.] Seeing Wei Guan walking over step by step with a big knife in his hand, Ling Feng couldn't even stand up at this moment. He could only move his body backwards with his hands. He couldn't think of anything.
Is there any other way? Is this trip to the Song Dynasty going to end here? He sighed softly and regretted that he should have listened to the old man's words. That way he could at least save his life. Now everything is over.
It was too late, Ling Feng could only close his eyes helplessly, looking forward to meeting Han Liudie and Han Huawu on the Naihe Bridge tomorrow, and having the opportunity to explain to them properly, hoping that they could forgive him.
"Go to hell!" Wei Guan smiled bloodthirstyly and swung his knife towards Ling Feng's body.
He thought he was certain to die, but suddenly an arrow flew out from the bamboo forest in the distance and hit Wei Fu in the heart. He fell to the ground directly. Yang Hu stared at all this. He hadn't reacted yet.
Hearing a whooshing sound, another flying arrow hit him.
Several more arrows flew out from the bamboo forest, and the bandits around One-Eyed Seven were all shot in the fatal part of the heart. Without even taking a breath, they returned to the west together.
Ling Feng slowly opened his eyes and looked up. Not far away, he saw a man wearing silver armor, holding a long bow, wearing a sword on his waist, and riding a brown horse, rushing towards here.
"Savior, the savior is here." Ling Feng fainted due to excessive blood loss.
One-eyed Qi saw that the brothers standing in front of him were still alive just a moment ago, but now they were all dead. He couldn't help feeling a little scared, so he held the long knife in his hand and shouted to the incoming person: "Who is coming!"
"Han Shizhong!"
"What are you Han, Han Shizhong?" One-eyed Qi couldn't help but his hands trembled a little when he heard Han Shizhong's name. He knew that he could not defeat him, but he would not kneel down to beg for mercy because of his face, so he pretended to be calm.
Said: "Come on!"
Han Shizhong snorted coldly and shouted: "Now that you know my name, even if you die, you shouldn't be unjust." As he said that, Han Shizhong galloped over and before One Eye Seven had time to react, he swung his knife to kill his head.
The chop fell to the ground, and One-Eyed Seven's head rolled far away like a ball.
Looking at the surprised expression on One-Eyed Seven's head, Han Shizhong sneered: "Such a bastard, he still has the courage to become a bandit? What an insult to bandits? How can this person be compared with Fang La from Liangshan?"
Han Shizhong jumped off his horse and picked up the gold medal on the ground. Without taking another look, he took the gold medal into his arms, and then walked step by step in front of Ling Feng. Seeing that he had fainted, he sighed: "
It seems that you lost too much blood and that's why you fainted. I'll do my best and send you to the military camp in Taizhou for treatment."
Han Shizhong placed Ling Feng lying on his back on his horse and galloped all the way to the military camp in Taizhou. Then he carried Ling Feng to his residence, where he saw a woman with a delicate face in yellow clothes coming forward and saying: "
My husband, you are back, huh? Why did you bring someone with you?"
Han Shizhong replied: "Bai Ling, I met this little brother on the road to Yangzhou. He was robbed by bandits when passing through the Zizhu Forest. His left leg was fractured, so he fainted in the Zizhu Forest in Yangzhou. I am worried about him.
So I brought him back."
"So that's it. My husband, please put him on the bed, and I'll ask the military doctor to help him set his bones." After saying that, Bai Ling got up and went out.
Han Shizhong said hurriedly: "No, when I just passed by the military camp, I already informed the military doctor in the military camp to come and set his bones later. But there are still many things in the military camp that I need to deal with, so you can help take care of him first."
Bai Ling said softly: "Okay."
Han Shizhong placed the death-free medal on the table and said, "This seems to be something he threw. When he wakes up, you can ask about it before giving it to him."
Bai Ling nodded and said: "Yes, sir, you can go back to the military camp with peace of mind, and he will be left to me."
After a long time, when Ling Feng woke up again, he found himself lying on the bamboo couch, dizzy and feeling as if he had died once. He vaguely remembered that just now when Wei Guan was about to slash at him with a knife,
A tall, rugged man rescued him, and I don't remember much of what happened.
Bai Ling came forward and said with a smile: "Sir, you're awake."
Ling Feng looked at the woman in yellow in front of him and felt a little strange. The person who saved him just now was obviously a man in armor, so why did he become a woman now? Is everything an illusion?
At this moment, Ling Feng couldn't care less about guessing. He wanted to quickly find out how long he had been unconscious, so he asked: "Girl, what time is it now?"
Bai Ling said calmly: "Yinshi."
"What? It's Yinshi now? Have I been unconscious for almost a day? No, I have to go back quickly. If I don't go back, Han Huawu will be beheaded." Ling Feng said and wanted to get off the bed, but his legs hurt.
Already numb, not listening to orders at all.
Ling Feng hammered his legs several times and said bitterly: "If you don't listen to me at this time, Liudie and Hua Wudang were killed by you!"
Bai Ling asked in confusion: "Sir, what's wrong with you?"
Ling Feng suddenly remembered that the gold medal had fallen into the hands of the one-eyed Qi, and couldn't help but said: "By the way, where is the gold medal? Where is my gold medal."
Bai Ling handed the gold medal on the table to Ling Feng, frowned and said, "Is this what you're talking about? My husband snatched it back from those bandits when he rescued you."
Ling Feng took the gold medal, held it tightly in his hand, and said gratefully: "Thank you, it's good that the gold medal is still there."
Bai Ling asked: "This gold medal for immunity from death seems to be a gift from the Holy God. How could the young master have it? Could it be..."
"Girl, to be honest, I am the prefect of Suzhou. I traveled all the way from Suzhou to Bianjing to get this gold medal for immunity from death." Ling Feng grabbed Bai Ling's arm and begged: "Girl, can you
I can’t ask you anything but help me prepare a fast horse, I have to rush back to Suzhou.”
Bai Ling was surprised and said: "Are you crazy? Your legs are so injured now? You still have to rush. The doctor just set your bones last night. If you don't take good care of yourself, you will be paralyzed for life."
"I can't care about so much now. If I don't get back to Suzhou before noon today, my friend will be beheaded." After saying that, Ling Feng got off the bed, holding on to the wall while enduring the piercing pain.
Go outside.
"Sir, you..."
"Little brother, you're awake, why are you leaving in such a hurry?" Han Shizhong just came back from the military camp.
Ling Feng couldn't help but stop, looked up at Han Shizhong, and asked, "You, are you the one who saved me in the Purple Bamboo Forest yesterday?"
Han Shizhong nodded and said: "Yes! I am Han Shizhong." Then he pointed to Bai Ling and introduced: "This is my wife Bai Ling."
"Han Shizhong?" Ling Feng looked at the man in front of him in surprise. It turned out that he was Han Shizhong, a famous anti-golden general in the Song Dynasty. He hurriedly held his hands and said: "It turns out to be the famous General Han. When I saw him today, he was indeed extraordinary. I
My name is Ling Feng. Thank you for saving me yesterday. If it weren't for you, I would have turned into a dead soul and reported to the underworld." Ling Feng then bent down and gave a big salute.
Han Shizhong waved his hand and said: "Brother Ling is serious. Drawing a sword to help when there is injustice is something everyone will do. You don't need to say thank you."
Ling Feng knew that his leg was injured, and even if he could still ride to Suzhou, he would not be able to reach Suzhou before noon. His physical strength was so weak now that he would probably faint on the side of the road, so he entrusted
Said: "General Han, I want to ask you something."
Han Shizhong smiled and said: "Brother Ling, please tell me."
Ling Feng said directly: "General Han, can you rush to the Yonghe Gate in Suzhou before noon today to save a woman named Han Huawu. She will be beheaded today."
Han Shizhong frowned and said, "Do you want me to rob the law field?"
Ling Feng shook his head repeatedly and said: "Of course not, this is the gold medal for immunity from death given by the late emperor. No matter who commits a heinous crime, he can be pardoned, as long as you carry this gold medal for immunity from death." As he said,
Hand the gold medal to Han Shizhong.
Han Shizhong took the gold medal and said, "Okay then."
"Hurry up, if it's too late, it'll be too late." Ling Feng couldn't help but urge. He was very worried that Han Huawu might be killed if he was delayed for a few seconds. If Han Huawu died, Han Liudie would definitely not die either.
Living alone, he didn't want to waste the lives of two people because of his own small mistake.
Han Shizhong nodded and promised: "Okay, I will set off immediately. I will arrive in front of Yonghe Gate in Suzhou before noon today to rescue the Han Huawu you mentioned." After saying that, he turned around and walked out of the house, turned over and jumped on the horse.
The brown sweaty BMW shouted: "Drive!"
"Please!" Looking at Han Shizhong's retreating figure, Ling Feng placed all her hopes on him. Ling Feng hoped that he could save Han Huawu.