【Alternate History/Historical Brainstorm/Transmigration/Assisting/Anti-trope/No Cheat Device】CP: Third Prince.
Transmigrating into the Star Han world as He Zhaojun, she begins by personal...
Chapter 349 Killing Tian Shuo! He Zhaojun is in danger
Li Fu's mind moved, and he heard the sound of wind beside him. He grabbed the spear thrown by Huo Buzhi, drew a semicircle, and pierced through his ribs diagonally, sticking to his own flesh and blocking Tian Shuo's blind spot. He stabbed the other's chest without hesitation.
"Young Master!" Tian Shuo cried out in pain, then spat out blood. His unspoken words turned into low moans. Li Fu's shot had hit him squarely in the heart, and it was clear he wouldn't survive for more than a few breaths.
Li Fu wiped the blood from his face and squatted beside Tian Shuo. "Before the late emperor died, all the important officials were assassinated. You were able to survive, but you didn't know how to cherish it. Instead, you chose to continue on the same old path."
Tian Shuo tilted his head back, his pupils dilated. He opened his mouth and said, "What a pity... I originally wanted to take He Zhaojun with me to die. At least, you wouldn't be too lonely..."
Wen Ziduan grabbed him by the collar, almost lifting him off the ground. "What did you say? What happened to Zhaojun? What did you do to her?"
Tian Shuo stopped talking, but with a strange smile, he stretched out his finger and pointed tremblingly towards Hua County. Then he tilted his head and fell to the ground with his eyes open.
"We will escort you first to find Zhaojun!" Li Fu and Huo Buyi reached a consensus almost immediately. Now that the criminal has been brought to justice, it will take time to gather the remaining troops, but He Zhaojun might not be able to wait.
Gu Guan was covered in blood. He rode his horse and rushed over, stretching out his hand to Wen Ziduan: "Young master! Get on your horse quickly and go find the young lady!" Wen Ziduan used the force to jump onto the horse's back and drove the warhorse as fast as he could, wishing he could grow wings and fly to He Zhaojun's side.
Hua County granary.
He Zhaojun pulled out the last apricot-yellow flag from her bosom. She stepped onto the platform in three or two steps, raised her arms, and shouted, "He family troops, evacuate the people of Hua County. Don't leave anyone behind!"
He Yong and several other members of the He family bowed in unison, "Understood!"
Cheng Shaoshang stood beside He Zhaojun. She saw from afar a small group of people and horses galloping towards Hua County. At the head of the group, sitting on horseback, was none other than her mother, Xiao Yuanyi. She was overjoyed and said, "My son, Cheng, come with me to protect the granary!"
Xiao Yuanyi, Cheng Shi, the two Cheng masters, Cheng Ling, General Wan, Wan Qiqi and others all responded in unison, "Yes, sir!"
He Zhaojun and Shao Shang exchanged a smile. Then she turned around and tightened her grip on her sword. "Soldiers from the other four flags, go and annihilate the remaining rebels. Where is the Houtu flag? Follow me and put out the fire!"
Everyone gathered together again, but at such a critical moment, but there seemed to be more tacit understanding between them. Even if they separated again in an instant, they still felt that their hearts were always together.
"Young lady! There is a large amount of kerosene piled in front of the granary on the left. Once it is ignited, the consequences will be disastrous. What should we do?" He Zhaojun climbed up and looked into the distance. She saw that this was a tributary of the Haihe River. The water was rushing, the momentum was huge, and the air was filled with steam, but she still could not put out the fire. The fire across the bridge was about to burn to the granary area.
The fire was fueled by the wind, and the wind fueled the fire. Almost in an instant, the flames spread along the kerosene on the suspension bridge and burned like a long snake.
"Someone come with me and cut the bridge!" He Zhaojun swung her knife, trying to cut the bridge in half. Unfortunately, the bridge was made of old wood and had been specially treated, making it extremely hard. Even steel that had been tempered a hundred times could not cut the bridge in a short time.
He Zhaojun's forehead was covered in sweat. The ground was covered in kerosene, and the sand was no longer usable. Given this situation, there was only one solution. She suddenly waved the flag in her hand: "Everyone, retreat to a safe location!"