Chapter 227: Misplaced Loyalty
After running for hours, A Lu finally reached his limit. Breathing heavily, he gritted his teeth and reached into the leather bag, only to realize that he had used up all his hidden weapons.
Left with no choice, he could only draw his sword and turn around to face the soldiers of the Yuezhi Tribe.
Without giving the enemies a chance to react, A Lu circulated his internal energy, kicked the ground, and rushed toward the soldiers.
Startled by his sudden move, the soldiers were late to react.
In the next second, A Lu had already appeared in front of them and wiped their necks with his sword.
"Argh!"
"Ugh!"
Coughing up blood, the soldiers’ eyes widened in disbelief as they fell to the ground.
Thud! Thud!
After killing two more of the Yuezhi Tribe’s soldiers, A Lu turned his attention to the other soldiers. However, before he could attack, his legs lost their strength.
Thud!
Kneeling on the ground, A Lu gritted his teeth and used his sword as support.
Seeing this, the captain of the Yuezhi Tribe’s soldiers rushed forward with his sword aimed at A Lu’s chest. "Die!"
Looking at the incoming sword, A Lu closed his eyes and unwillingly thought, ’Is this the end for us?’
Stab!
Feeling something warm dripped onto his face, A Lu opened his eyes and saw an arrow piercing through the captain’s heart.
Thud!
When the captain’s body fell to the ground, A Lu looked up and met eyes with Fan Wanming, who was sitting on top of his warhorse.
Holding the bow, Fan Wanming calmly ordered, "Kill all of them."
The moment he gave the order, the elite soldiers of the Feng Army grabbed their spears. They then rushed towards the Yuezhi Tribe’s soldiers with their warhorses.
"Argh!"
"Ugh!"
Soon, the last of the Yuezhi Tribe’s soldiers died under their spears.
Seeing that only he and Ji Hui were still alive, A Lu’s grip on his sword tightened.
Looking at Fan Wanming and the elite soldiers vigilantly, he said, "Don’t ever dream of hurting General Ji with me here."
After staring at him for a moment, Fan Wanming raised his hand and commanded, "Take them back."
"Yes, General Fan."
With his internal energy and stamina exhausted, A Lu was no match for the elite soldiers and was soon tied by them.
Looking at the sky that was slowly changing color, Fan Wanming ordered, "Go back to the barracks!"
Following his order, the elite soldiers put Ji Hui and A Lu onto one of their warhorses and pulled it back with them.
Tied up like a dumpling, A Lu looked at the corpses of the Yuezhi Tribe’s soldiers behind and thought, ’The Feng Army indeed lives up to their reputation. With how fast and skilled they are, the Ji Army won’t stand a chance if we fight the Feng Army head-on.’
Turning to look at Fan Wanming, A Lu fell into deep thought.
By the time A Lu saw the majestic wall of Xiqiang City in the distance, the first ray of sunlight had already broken out from the eastern horizon.
Seeing that Fan Wanming and his team had returned, the gate captain ordered, "Open the gate!"
Hearing the commotion, the refugees came out of their tents. When they saw Fan Wanming and his team had returned, they curiously looked at the two men tied up like dumplings on top of one of the warhorses.
After staring for a while, one of the refugees suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Hey, isn’t that General Ji?!"
Hearing this, the other refugees who had come from Xiquan City became curious. As they walked out of their tents, more and more people recognized Ji Hui.
"It’s him! That’s the dog general!" shouted another refugee angrily the moment he recognized Ji Hui.
The moment the refugees confirmed Ji Hui’s identity, they recalled how he had killed their fathers, brothers, and husbands.
Driven by anger and hatred, the refugees grabbed soil and stones from the ground and hurled them at Ji Hui while cursing him.
"Kill him!"
"You should die!"
"Beat him! Don’t let him off!"
When A Lu saw the stones and clumps of soil hitting Ji Hui’s back, he quickly shielded Ji Hui with his own body. The moment the stones struck him on the back, A Lu coughed up blood.
"Cough!" Gritting his teeth, he endured the pain and tried his best to protect Ji Hui.
Seeing this, Fan Wanming shook his head and said, "The most stupid thing in the world is not being deceived, but misplaced loyalty."
When A Lu heard this, he raised his eyes and sneered. "Hypocrite."
Glancing at him, Fan Wanming added with a hint of pity in his calm voice, "What a waste of a good seedling."
Seeing that the city gate was open, Fan Wanming ordered, "Let’s go."
With that, he ignored A Lu and calmly escorted Ji Hui and A Lu to the underground prison.
At the same time, Gui Ying followed the traces of the spiritual energy and arrived at an abandoned village.
Looking at the dilapidated straw houses, he raised his brows slightly and muttered, "Could it be that person is living here?"
Becoming more curious, Gui Ying stepped into the village. However, the moment he passed the village entrance, Gui Ying sensed a familiar force drawing him forward. Frowning slightly, he paused in his tracks and scanned the surroundings.
A moment later, Gui Ying sneered and said, "This young master wants to see who dares to steal my Gui Clan’s power and use it to alter the flow of fate and time."
The moment his words fell, the temperature in the air dropped sharply. A second later, frost began to form and spread, covering the entire village.
Noticing something was wrong, Gui Ying quickly pulled a jade brush from his sleeve pocket. Activating his spiritual energy, he held the brush and began to draw a talisman in the air.
A few seconds later, Gui Ying formed a hand seal and tapped the floating talisman with his fingertips.
"Break!"
In the next instant, the talisman glowed and burst apart. As the talisman turned into dust, something covering the sky shattered.
Crash!