Chapter 47 Losing One's Life
Liu Quanxi reacted quickly, flicking Gao Huan with her gun, thus saving him from a life-or-death situation.
He looked back at Gao Huan with some alarm, but found Gao Huan to be perfectly calm.
Their knives were not as fast as Guan Zhiwei's.
The young master actually displayed a composure befitting Grand Commandant Gao, remaining unfazed even when Mount Tai collapsed before him.
Liu Quanxi didn't have time to think it through. There was a second Yan man, and a third Yan man. They used their heads as a reward and rushed forward desperately. All he could do was desperately block them.
A swarm of knives aimed straight at their heads.
Gao Huan did not participate in the fight, but his clothes were already soaked with blood. He used himself as a live target to attract every Yan man who wanted to make a name for himself.
"We can't go any further. If we go any further, we'll go too deep. It's too dangerous ahead."
The tanks have penetrated deep into enemy territory.
Gao Chang, who was also standing on the chariot, had the idea of retreating. He was unwilling to shed blood and sacrifice his life here. After all, if soldiers were wasted here, the court would not only not reward them, but might also stab them in the back.
Gao Huan's gaze was resolute: "We must keep their main force occupied so that Guan Zhiwei can flank them."
The chariots had already surged ahead of the army, facing a perilous situation. Gao Chang slashed at the Yan people who tried to climb onto the chariots, but after several attempts, he was exhausted and extremely tense.
He gasped for breath and broke down, saying, "I don't care who she is. If we keep rushing like this, we're both going to die."
People are already scared and insist on retreating no matter what.
Gao Huan couldn't let him retreat; if he did, things would truly be over.
Gao Chang could wander with his army like Zhi Fang, searching for the next location. Countless people would extend olive branches to him during this time, but he might also be devoured in the process.
But the people of Yingzhou and the people of Shangjing could not wait any longer.
Gao Huan didn't actually care that much about the lives of ordinary people, but as Guan Zhiwei said, people always do something when they're alive. He was unwilling to accept that he had done nothing.
"Turn the chariots around and run back, hurry up!" Gao Chang was eager to command his troops to retreat and avoid a direct confrontation with the Yan people.
He ignored what was behind him.
Gao Huan used all her strength to pounce on him and used the dagger Guan Zhiwei had given her to slit Gao Chang's neck.
Gao Chang fell backward uncontrollably, his eyes wide open, unable to utter a single word, staring intently at Gao Huan.
Gao Huan was panting heavily, beads of sweat dripping down his face, mixed with tears, and blood gushing from the corner of his mouth: "Why didn't you guard against me? Did you think I was too weak to do anything?"
Gao Chang couldn't answer him.
Gao Huan's legs were a little weak, and he had to hold onto the car next to him to stand up.
The guards standing nearby watched in shock; it all happened so fast.
To everyone's surprise, Shiro, who was known for his frail health, suddenly broke out.
These guards were all Gao Yang's men; this was an internal power struggle within the Gao family.
Gao Huan caught his breath, wiped away the blood, and shouted hoarsely, "Charge forward! Stay close to me! Don't break formation! My father's spirit is watching from heaven. You are all soldiers he trained, known throughout the world for your bravery. Are you going to be slaughtered by the Yan people? Those are the Yan people you have always toyed with and suppressed!"
Snow finally began to fall from the overcast sky. The heavy snow made the military flags look dull, and the howling wind drowned out the booming sound of the military drums.
The Yan people were divided into two large groups.
The able-bodied men and women were in front, while the elderly, weak, women, and children followed behind. If fighting broke out at the front, the rear would immediately change direction and maintain distance.
They had fine, fast horses, and they never left their backs, so escaping would be very easy.
Therefore, it would be very difficult for Guan Zhiwei to break through their defenses of nearly three thousand people and capture Burigude, since the enemy had grown legs and would run away if he sensed something was wrong.
"That damn Gao Huan, he dared to lie to me again. There are hundreds of people!" Guan Zhiwei cursed from behind a tree.
She has to wait for an opportunity.
The group waited silently in the open area, like a startled bird that might fly away at any moment.
But they also need to eat.
Seeing that no one came over, and that the children were crying loudly from hunger.
Burigude raised his hand and announced that he should dismount and cook.
Guan Zhiwei knew her opportunity had arrived.
She climbed down from the tree, smeared her face with smeared black grime, her hair was disheveled, and her thick clothes were buried in the snow, leaving her only in thin, torn garments. She was already very thin, so she looked like a starving person.
She broke off a piece of dead wood, put it in her mouth, and then kept an eye out for where they would find wood to start a fire and cook.
Two Yan men, clad in leather armor and wielding large swords, were driving a group of Zhou people who were barefoot and in some dilapidated state, yet were bound together by a rope from head to toe.
Guan Zhiwei's feet creaked as she stepped on the ground.
"Who's there?" The Yan man cautiously raised his knife and approached little by little.
"Waaah, I just want to find something to eat." The little girl came out crying, but there were no tears, her face was numb, and she had a dry twig in her mouth, gnawing on the bark.
The two Yan men immediately lowered their guard. The girl looked short and small, not strong, and her clothes were tattered, just like any of their slaves.
They even thought quite casually that they had gained another slave. These slaves were physically weak; many would freeze to death if they were left to sleep outside for just one night. They needed to replenish their numbers.
She was tied to the end, and after collecting all the branches, she was led back to the camp, chained up in a row.
The camp was filled with the joyful voices of Yan women; it was a year of great harvest, and her children would all be able to grow up.
"When are we going to eat?" she asked, looking around. "I'm so hungry."
No one answered her; everyone was stunned.
The person next to him suddenly revealed an extreme smile, it was hard to tell whether it was a cry or a laugh: "We have no food, we'll just starve to death. They'll eat us when they're starving."
Slow, continuous sobs began, and the frozen emotions seemed to begin to subside.
Guan Zhiwei said, "Although I don't really care how I die, I still don't like being eaten."
She stood up. At first, the people around her were confused, but then they realized with surprise that the rope binding her hands was gone.
She started untying everyone one by one, and even offered a finger knife to the person who had answered her question earlier; he seemed to still be rational and could help.
"If everyone runs together, or if they spread out, they'll have a chance to escape."
Everyone waited patiently until Guan Zhiwei shouted, "Run—"
Suddenly, all the slaves in the camp ran away.
When the people of Yan saw this, they were shocked. The slaves dared to run away; this was an attempt to rebel!
A small number of Yan warriors stayed behind to protect Burigude, while the Yan women rode on horseback, whipping the fleeing slaves as they chased after them relentlessly.
The people sprang into action immediately, all focused on capturing slaves, and no one paid attention to whether one of the slaves was in danger.
Guan Zhi squinted, spun around once, and then smiled.
"I've found you."
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