"Brother Wang, I, there are still children in my family, we really can't die here... Yes, I'm sorry!"
When the first bodyguard struggled to shout out these words and fled far away, the same thought quickly spread in the minds of all the bodyguards.
Different from the status of the other party's dead soldiers, although they are engaged in the business of "taking people's money and eliminating disasters for others", they are still just ordinary warriors after all.
If the other party is just an ordinary robber who steals money from the road, they may not mind taking the risk and giving it a try.
But now it is clear that these killers are not good friends, and they are at a disadvantage, so most of the escorts are still unwilling to risk their lives.
Just like the masked man said——
It's not worth risking your life for a few taels of silver.
"I'll go get the reinforcements!"
"Grandson! Come after your grandpa!"
"Fuck! I don't want to die!"
"..."
For a time, seven or eight more bodyguards fled the battlefield one after another, leaving only a few frank or hypocritical shouts.
The masked man did not pursue these people, but turned the tip of his knife and continued to attack those who had not yet escaped.
The encirclement was suddenly compressed, and the pressure Wang Qian faced instantly increased several times.
"Hahahaha! Stop struggling! It's still too late for you to escape now!"
The masked man laughed and swung his knife again. Wang Qian was blocking the attack from another direction, but when he turned back to deal with it, it was too late, and his left arm was immediately cut open with a bloody gash.
However, he didn't even frown, as if the knife didn't hit him.
I have to say that Wang Gan's courage to fight to the end is very admirable, but it seems pointless.
After all, it was only a matter of time that the Shimen Escort Bureau would be defeated after those escorts escaped. This place was uninhabited for hundreds of miles, and it was unrealistic to expect reinforcements to come to help.
So as long as they can't hold on any longer, Lao Zhangtou and Agou will still be dead.
unless......
"Grandpa, grandpa!"
Huddled on the tattered cart, Ah Gou held a broken sword tightly in his arms and asked with wide eyes: "How long do you want!"
"Hurry, hurry!"
Lao Zhangtou sat cross-legged next to him, with an extremely urgent expression on his face.
"Not even close!"
"But, but...ah!"
A ray of cold light passed over Agou's head, making the little girl shrink back in fear.
She looked at the figures flying up and down around her, and suddenly fumbled for a wine bag from nowhere, and then poured the last bit of soju left in it into her mouth with a "gulp".
"Ah! My wine!!"
When Lao Zhangtou saw this, he subconsciously let out a cry.
At this moment, Agou threw away the wine bag, then with difficulty pulled out the sword in his arms, raising his hands high above his head.
"You, you bad guys!"
"Don't bully grandpa!!"
"..."
Hearing Agou's "drunk mantra", Lao Zhangtou was suddenly stunned.
But the group of masked men were overjoyed.
"This is the sword your Excellency is talking about!"
"Whoa!"
Several black shadows suddenly broke through the already shaky defense line and shot towards Ah Gou.
But Agou was not afraid of this, and even jumped off the cart, staggering towards the killers and running towards them.
"Yeah! Eat my sword!"
The drunken childish voice echoed in the night sky. This scene was indeed a bit funny.
But if this matter is allowed to develop, comedy will soon turn into tragedy.
After all, Agou's fighting power is probably not as good as that of a wild dog, let alone a fight with a professional killer.
Fortunately, at the last moment, Lao Zhangtou finally gave in and completed the preparations before performing the escape technique.
"Snapped!"
He ducked behind Ah Gou, picked up the "aggressive" little girl, and then turned to look at where Wang Qian was.
Lao Zhang hesitated for a moment, then immediately ran towards the latter.
"Wang Biaotou, hurry up..."
The hurried shouting stopped abruptly.
Because at this moment, Wang Qian, who was fighting against three, finally couldn't hold on anymore and was stabbed in the chest with a knife.
"this!"
Lao Zhangtou suddenly stopped, took one last look at Wang Qian's crumbling body, and then decisively pinched him and killed him.
"Whoosh!"
A bright light suddenly appeared, and smoke and dust were everywhere.
Two figures, one old and one young, just disappeared out of thin air.
...
...
Daning, Shuzhou City.
It was dark in the small room. The little boy was sitting cross-legged on the bed, his chest rising and falling very regularly.
His movements at this moment were almost exactly the same as when a martial artist was meditating, but there was no real energy flowing from heaven and earth in his breathing.
To put it bluntly, it's just sitting around.
"Squeak~"
Suddenly, the door was pushed open gently.
The little boy suddenly opened his eyes in a panic, as if he had done something terribly wrong and been caught.
But when he saw who it was, his expression slowly relaxed again.
"Of course, it's me."
Zhang San turned around with a complicated expression, closed the door, and slowly sat down next to the little boy.
He had been secretly observing Wang Ran for several months and naturally knew that the latter really wanted to practice martial arts.
But Li Suyue has always been opposed to this, so he couldn't say much.
"If you're still awake, your mother will definitely scold you if she finds out."
Reaching out and touching Wang Ran's head, Zhang San smiled and said, "Go to sleep."
"..."
Wang Ran nodded obediently, got under the quilt, and looked at Zhang San as he got up and walked to the door with only his big eyes exposed.
Then, the figure in sight suddenly stopped, turned around and asked:
"Ran'er, why do you want to practice martial arts?"
"!!!"
A glimmer of light flashed in his eyes. Wang Ran hurriedly got up and gestured with his hands excitedly for a long time. Seeing that Zhang San didn't understand, he ran to the table and picked up an ink pen and started writing on the paper. Write on it.
This ink pen was invented by Wei Changtian in his spare time. The refill is an ink block. Although it is not as easy to use as the pencil in his previous life, it is no problem for writing a few words.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
Soon, Wang Ran wrote a line of words carefully and raised the rice paper in front of Zhang San with expectation.
"Okay, let me take a look..."
Zhang San looked at the line of small words with a smile, and then suddenly froze.
He originally thought that the reason why children of this age wanted to practice martial arts was nothing more than "acting chivalrously and doing justice".
Unexpectedly...
"Come on, let's go ask your mother if it's okay."
...
Dafeng, Western Desert Gobi.
The sound of crickets echoes in the yellow sand, and fireflies fall thousands of miles away.
The bright moon was bright and the night wind was still the same, as if the fierce battle just now had never happened.
After Lao Zhangtou and Agou used their escape skills to escape, the remaining bodyguards no longer had the need to fight to the death and all found opportunities to escape.
The group of masked men then dispersed to track down Lao Zhangtou and Agou.
Therefore, at this moment, only Wang Gan was left in the vast Gobi Desert.
Blood kept pouring out of his chest, soaking into the loess beneath him.
This kind of injury would have killed an ordinary person long ago.
Even though Wang Qian was a middle-level third-grade martial artist, he knew at this time that he didn't have much time left to live.
It is difficult for those who are escorts to have a happy ending. Wang Qian has long understood this truth.
So at the last moment of his life, he had no regrets or unwillingness.
I just miss the two people who are tens of thousands of miles away.
They should live a good life.
I originally thought that I would beg Mr. Wei again when I had the opportunity in the future, so that I could see what Ran'er would look like when she grew up.
pity……
"Hey!"
Not far away, the old horse pulling the cart suddenly raised its head and let out a long neigh.
Wang Qian struggled to put his hand into his arms and slowly fumbled for an ink pen stained red with blood.
This item was a novel object he accidentally saw after coming to Dafeng.
At that time, he just thought that Ran'er couldn't speak, and it would be a lot more convenient to have such a pen, so he subconsciously bought it.
It wasn't until after he bought it that he realized that he might never have the chance to give this pen to his son.
And now, there is really no chance anymore.
"..."
Shakingly, he raised the ink pen to his eyes, his vision slowly becoming blurry.
"Ran'er, you and your mother should have a good relationship..."
"Dad, let's go..."
"Crack."
The generous palm dropped weakly, and the ink pen rolled and fell into the pool of blood, as if writing a father's last words.
...
Shuzhou City.
When Li Suyue saw the small line of words written by Wang Ran, tears welled up in her eyes in an instant.
She held back tears and gently touched Wang Ran's head.
"Ran'er, mother promises you..."
"..."
Hearing these words, Wang Ran was stunned for a moment, and then the happiest smile appeared on his face.
He ran around the room twice excitedly, and then tightly grabbed Zhang San's clothes, while his other hand kept gesticulating in the air.
Zhang Sanxiao asked: "Ran'er, do you want to start practicing now?"
"!!!"
"Okay, let's start now."
After glancing at Li Suyue, Zhang San said nothing and walked out of the room with Wang Ran.
The moonlight fell through the window and the house became quiet again.
Holding the piece of rice paper tightly in her hand, Li Suyue could no longer hold back the tears in her eyes, and suddenly leaned over the table and cried bitterly.
Tears wetted the small words, smeared the ink, and transformed into the appearance of a man, melting into the sudden surge of thoughts.
"..."
"Ran'er, when dad comes back this time, I will teach you martial arts!"
"!!!"
"Hahaha, okay, then you have to listen to your mother at home..."
"..."
The handwriting is getting blurry, just like everything blurred by time.
But no matter what it is, it can never blur the promise of a father.