Chapter 96 Night Attack on Xinghua Village
“Damn it!”
Mo Chou staggered to her feet, only her left eye open, her chest heaving violently. "Be on guard! We're probably ambushed."
The Xuanying Guards drew their swords, looked around vigilantly, and surrounded him in the center.
But in an instant, the silver spear suddenly pierced through, the red tassel fluttering in the wind, and the tall and nimble figure of the man approached with unstoppable force, leaving Mo Chou no chance to react.
"There's someone right in front!" Someone shouted, and more than a dozen Xuanying Guards stabbed the newcomers with their swords at the same time.
Unfortunately, the man narrowly avoided every attack.
His movements were so fast that people had no time to react. Even the battle-hardened Xuanying Guards found it difficult to match him. Mo Chou panicked and quickly ordered a retreat.
As they were talking, the doors of the houses on both sides suddenly opened, and buckets of foul-smelling slop were poured towards them, soaking Mo Chou and the others.
Mo Chou staggered a few steps, and her already unclear vision became even more blurred. There were a few rotten vegetable leaves hanging in her hair, and her whole body smelled bad.
Seeing the right moment, Xie Ming tapped the ground with his toes and swept the spear from top to bottom, heading straight for his face.
Mo Chou only felt a shadow flash by, and the silver spear was already in front of him. He hurriedly squatted down to avoid the fatal blow.
"You are looking for death!" Mo Chou was completely enraged. She drew her sword from her waist and, regardless of her eye injury, rushed forward to wrestle with him.
Xie Ming made a spear flower and thrust his spear down, breaking Mo Chou's sword and knocking him back repeatedly.
The Xuanying Guards naturally couldn't stand by and watch Mo Chou lose the battle, so they all came to support with swords, but Xie Ming seemed to have a pair of eyes on his back, and his reactions were extremely fast, always able to dodge the attacks.
In the chaos, Mo Chou was stabbed in the arm and could no longer hold on. Her knees bent and she fell to the ground, unable to get up.
Xie Ming's clothes were pierced by the sword, and it was inevitable that he felt a little tired when fighting ten people alone, but behind him were Ah Cheng and the uncles and aunts from Xinghua Village. He did not dare to retreat, and could not retreat.
"Where did this bastard come from..." Mo Chou used her sword to support herself and slowly stood up. Everything in front of her was blurry, and she could only see Xie Ming in the crowd. "Go to hell!"
Mo Chou suddenly jumped up and attacked Xie Ming. The next moment, a huge sound resounded throughout Xinghua Village.
"Ah--" Mo Chou looked at the bloody hole on her chest, her body swaying, and she didn't know at whose hands she died until she died.
"This thing is quite useful." Xie Jinyu smiled, holding the pistol, and looked at the place not far away with interest.
"Go! Avenge our fallen loved ones!"
All the men, young and old, from Xinghua Village rushed out. Those who had knives took knives, and those who didn't had knives took hoes, and fought with the Xuanying Guards who were highly skilled in martial arts.
After an unknown amount of time, the Xuanying guards fell one after another, Xie Ming gradually became exhausted, and the remaining few were also killed by Xie Jinyu with a pistol.
The sky was turning pale, and blood was flowing downwards, dyeing a corner of Xinghua Village red.
The tip of the gun pierced into the ground. Xie Ming knelt on one knee, his breathing disordered. The blood from the corner of his mouth dripped onto the back of his hand, blooming red lotuses. He had already exhausted his physical strength. He was only able to hold on until now because of a strong effort.
"Xie Ming——"
In a trance, he saw a beautiful figure running towards him with her skirt lifted.
"Ah Cheng..."
Xie Ming curled the corners of his mouth slightly, his eyes filled with an almost crazy infatuation. The next moment, his eyelids drooped and his body tilted to one side.
"Old Liu, quickly lend a hand to Sanlang and help Ah Ming back home!" Aunt Liu burst into laughter, her heart, which had been hanging in the air all night, finally relaxed. She quickly called her husband to go and settle Xie Ming, "This child has been exhausted. Let's ask Old Master Du to take care of him!"
"Great, we won!"
"These shameless bandits, do they still think we are as easy to bully as before?"
"This time, thanks to Xie Si, we want to let them know that our Xinghua Village is not to be messed with!"
"Ah Cheng, these bandits don't have any tricks up their sleeves, do they?" Aunt Liu held Su Cheng's hand and said angrily, "The bandits who came back this time are obviously more skilled than last time. I'm really scared..."
Su Cheng did not reveal the identity of Xuanyingwei, but only said that they were bandits who planned to rob the village. When they discussed how to deal with the bandits, everyone in Xinghua Village talked excitedly.
"Don't worry, auntie." Su Chenghui held her hand and smiled comfortingly, "They won't come again."
If it happens again, the death will only be more tragic than now.
By the time Dou Mingwei and his men arrived, everything was already over.
"I am late, please punish me, Your Majesty!"
The tall and majestic figure of the man appeared at the door of the Xie family. Before he saw anyone, he hurriedly knelt down to admit his mistake. Fortunately, there was no one at the end of the village at this time, otherwise, Yan Ci's identity would be exposed.
"Come in and talk."
"yes."
Yan Ci's clear voice came through the courtyard wall. Dou Mingwei hurriedly stood up. The deputy general beside him pushed open the courtyard door, and he immediately stepped into the courtyard.
As soon as he entered the Xie family, Dou Mingwei was dumbfounded.
Who is the man in casual clothes picking vegetable roots under the tree? Why does he look exactly like his husband?
"General Dou, please take a seat."
How strange! Even the sounds are the same!
The deputy general beside him cautiously leaned forward and said in a deep voice, "General...is that Langjun?"
"Lang, you idiot!" Dou Mingwei turned around and cursed, his face full of confidence, "When have you ever seen Lang Jun wear rough clothes or do rough work? You ignorant thing, this must be a disguised double Lang Jun found to cover up the real one!"
The deputy general suddenly understood and nodded repeatedly, "So that's how it is. General, you are very knowledgeable."
Yan Ci glanced at them indifferently and shook his head helplessly, as if he had long been accustomed to their way of thinking. "General Dou, can it be that you can't even recognize your own master?"
"Master..." Dou Mingwei walked closer and rubbed his eyes in disbelief. "My dear, is it really you?"
"Who else could it be if not me?" Yan Ci sighed softly, threw the selected vegetables into the basket beside him, and went to get new ones, "Find a place to sit by yourself."
"Your Majesty, where... shall I sit?" Dou Mingwei chuckled twice and looked around. There was only a stone table and four stone benches in this small farmyard. Two children were sitting on the left and right of the young master. On the only remaining stone bench was a vegetable basket filled with freshly picked vegetables.
Yan Ci frowned, clicked his tongue, and called out without even looking up, "Cui, get him a bench."
"Okay." Su Zhijun stood up and ran into the kitchen. When he came out, he was holding a small stool in his hand and handed it to Dou Mingwei. "Here, this is all I have left at home."
Dou Mingwei hadn't been with Yan Ci for a long time. He didn't know when a little girl appeared beside his husband. When he saw her running over, he hurriedly said, "Hey, thank you."
The small stool handed to him by the girl was not even as high as his calf. Dou Mingwei, a nine-foot-tall man, looked a little funny sitting on it with great pain.
But at least he was given a seat by the little girl. The deputy general and others who had no stools to sit on could only huddle in a corner of the yard, and if they were lucky they could sit on the kitchen threshold.
"My dear..." Dou Mingwei leaned forward, looked at Yan Ci who was carefully selecting vegetables, and whispered, "What are you doing?"
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