Perhaps it was a tacit understanding between mother and son, but Qi Wan felt that Li Qingtong was in danger, so she urged Li Xuchang to write a letter.
Upon hearing Qi Wan's words, Li Xuchang was terrified and immediately ordered the lamps to be turned on and began grinding ink.
But distant water cannot quench immediate thirst; even if they write and send it now, what difference will it make?
Although Li Xuchang thought this way, he couldn't say it out loud; he was also afraid that something might really happen to his son.
"Madam, don't panic. I'll send an urgent message. Qing Tong is fine. With General Ouyang taking care of him, he'll be alright. Dreams are always the opposite of reality."
Qi Wan was completely disoriented. She couldn't remember the dream anymore, but the image of Li Qingtong bleeding was still deeply imprinted in her mind.
Hearing this, she nodded repeatedly: "My husband is right. Dreams are always the opposite of reality. It must be because my eyelids were twitching during the day and I was thinking wildly that I had this dream. Qing Tong will be fine."
When Qi Wan mentioned that her eyelids twitched during the day, Li Xuchang's heart skipped a beat. Ever since his mother dreamed of the Li family's future, he had actually believed in these prophetic dreams to some extent.
There are gods watching over us. Not only did the lady dream of Qing Tong's miserable state, but there were also ominous signs during the day. A feeling of grief welled up in her heart. Could it be that her Qing Tong could not escape the fate of dying young?
Not daring to let Qi Wan discover anything amiss, Li Xuchang suppressed his emotions and coaxed Qi Wan to sleep.
Once everyone was asleep, he ordered his men to harness his horse and head to the county government office, where he wanted to ask Magistrate Cao for help in gathering information.
Li Qingtong led his men in a circuitous route, avoiding the soldiers who came looking for him. Having thought it through, he decided not to return empty-handed, as he knew he would be severely punished according to military regulations.
He couldn't let them discover his whereabouts. Guo Ping was clearly trying to kill himself. If he were surrounded, he would be no match for them, especially since he was already injured and wouldn't be able to escape.
At the same time, he was searching for traces of the Japanese.
Bringing back the heads of the Japanese, even without punishment, would at least offset some of the fabricated crimes.
As fate would have it, Li Qingtong not only found the Great Sun People, but also discovered that their leader was none other than the eldest prince of the Amaterasu tribe, Gigi.
Upon hearing the news, Li Qingtong was overjoyed.
"Hahaha, brothers, our time to make a name for ourselves has come. The Crown Prince of the Amaterasu Tribe, the eldest prince."
If we catch him, we can return to the camp openly and legitimately.
All his men's eyes gleamed with shrewdness.
"Damn it, if I can take down the eldest prince, I've made a killing!"
"Hahaha, I've struck it rich! When I get back, I'm going to make that bastard Guo Ping kowtow to me dozens of times!"
"I want one too!"
Li Qingtong's back injury hadn't healed well, partly because he'd been constantly on the move, and partly because the medicine he used to treat the wound was herbs he'd found along the way.
It hurt, but he could bear it.
At this moment, the desire to capture Gigi alive swelled in his mind, causing his pain to gradually disappear.
The night was as dark as ink, dotted with stars. The campfire crackled and popped, and the guards on duty were already drowsy. The moments before dawn were the greatest test of their will.
About thirty people lay quietly in the woods, blending into the forest; they had been in this position for a very long time.
Hunters are always patient.
Li Qingtong opened his eyes, which had been feigning rest, his muscles bulging and his temples slightly throbbing.
Then, he slightly raised two fingers forward, and without turning back, tiptoed toward the Japanese camp.
They were outnumbered, while the Japanese in this camp numbered at least two hundred, so a surprise attack was the only option.
During the day, some of the Japanese escaped back and learned of their defeat. Giggia was furious and prepared to personally lead an attack the next day.
Because they were setting off to plunder resources the next day, this group had been drinking tonight, which created an opportunity for Li Qingtong.
The thirty men had a clear division of labor: some were to set fire to the tents, some followed Li Qingtong straight to the main tent, and others were to assassinate the guards on night watch.
Li Qingtong crept up to the tent, raised his knife, and took a person's life.
"An assassin!"
A scream shattered the silence of the night.
Li Qingtong sensed something was wrong and led his men to rush into the tent. Immediately, flames shot up behind them, and chaos erupted.
Gigia was putting on his armor when he heard the shout and jumped out of bed. Before he was even fully dressed, he turned around and saw a group of people dressed in the armor of the Great Zhao Kingdom rushing in. He instantly understood what was going on and his anger flared.
What a waste! Not only did they fail to seize the grain, they also attracted the Dazhao people!
"Damn it! Wouldn't it be better to just let us rob you willingly?!"
Li Qingtong held a long sword, its light as sharp as a dragon, and shot straight toward Jijia.
Giggia reacted quickly, grabbing the scimitar on the shelf and charging forward.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of exchanges had taken place. Gigia gritted his teeth inwardly; how could this person be so strong?
Li Qingtong gasped, "Damn Guo Ping, you'll get what's coming to you when I get back!" The others tried to help but found themselves unable to get in, so they engaged in a chaotic battle with the other Japanese who had broken in.
Li Qingtong was still injured, and his wounds soon reopened, bleeding again. Taking advantage of his injury, Jijiya slashed Li Qingtong's left arm with his curved knife, and blood gushed out.
The two separated. Giggia licked the blood off his scimitar, his expression sinister.
"A man's flesh may not taste as good as a woman's or a child's, but your flesh is worthy of my table."
Li Qingtong was disgusted by these words and wished she could crush them to death, her fighting spirit surging.
He charged forward again, his fighting spirit rising higher and higher, becoming more and more ferocious. At first, Gigia was able to withstand a few moves, but later he was forced to retreat.
Li Qingtong deflected his scimitar with a single sword strike, taking advantage of his weakened state to finish him off. With his weapon gone, Li Qingtong pressed his advantage, kicking Jijia in the back of the knee, knocking him to the ground, and immediately placing his sword against his neck.
"Tell your tribe to stop, or I'll kill you!"
As he spoke, he thrust his sword downwards, causing Gigi to experience excruciating pain in her neck, from which blood immediately began to seep out.
The fear of death gripped him; he never imagined he would one day be prey to others.
Gigi immediately shouted, "Don't kill me! Stop! Put down your swords!"
"Put down your swords!"
"Put down your swords!"
Seeing that Li Qingtong had taken control of Gigi, everyone was thrilled and immediately shouted loudly!
Upon hearing this, the Da Ri people hesitated and stood still. In the blink of an eye, they saw the eldest prince slowly walk out with a knife to the neck of the Da Zhao people, before finally throwing down the curved sword in his hand.
"Take them all under control. Anyone who dares to move will have their prince killed. Let's see if you can outmaneuver me, or if my blade can!"
Li Qingtong was overjoyed; the credit was in his hands!
Li Qingtong's subordinates came to help subdue Gigi. Gigi's eyes flashed, and he tried to break free, but Li Qingtong instantly broke his left hand and then kicked his right leg.
"ah!"
Gigia howled, and the rest of the Japanese were itching to make a move.
Li Qingtong grinned, his bright and sunny smile sweeping over every Japanese person around him, as if he wasn't the one who had just struck so ruthlessly.
“If you’re not afraid of your eldest prince dying, then come on over.” Li Qingtong glanced at Gigi again. “My grandmother taught me that being merciful to the enemy is being cruel to yourself. I’m very vengeful.”
Looking at his still bleeding left arm, Li Qingtong thought, "So, it's a draw, right?"
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