Chapter 317 Death and Life (Part 2)
"Brother Wang, I have elderly and young children at home, I really can't die here. I'm sorry!"
When the first escort struggled to shout out this sentence and fled away, the same thought quickly spread and grew in the minds of all the escorts.
Unlike the other side's death warriors, although they are engaged in the business of "taking money from others and eliminating disasters for them", they are still ordinary warriors after all.
If the other party was just an ordinary bandit who wanted to rob people, they might not mind taking the risk.
But now it is clear that this group of killers are not good people, and their side is at a disadvantage, so most of the escorts are still unwilling to risk their lives.
Just like the masked man said -
It's not worth risking your life for a few taels of silver.
"I'll go get some help!"
"Grandson! Come chase your grandpa!"
"Fuck! I don't want to die!"
“.”
At that moment, another seven or eight escorts fled the battlefield one after another, leaving behind only shouts that were either honest or hypocritical.
The masked man did not chase these people, but turned the tip of the knife and continued to attack the few people who had not yet escaped.
The encirclement was suddenly compressed, and the pressure faced by Wang Qian increased several times in an instant.
"Hahahaha! Stop struggling! You still have time to escape!"
The masked man laughed and swung his knife again. Wang Qian was originally blocking an attack from another direction. It was too late for him to turn back to respond. His left arm was immediately cut with a bloody gash.
But he didn't even frown, as if the knife didn't hit him.
I have to say that Wang Qian’s courage to fight to the end is very admirable, but it seems meaningless.
After all, it was only a matter of time before the Shimen Escort Agency was defeated after those escorts escaped. There was no human habitation within a hundred miles of this place, so it was unrealistic to expect reinforcements.
So as long as they can't hold on any longer, Old Zhang and Agou will still die.
Unless "Grandpa!"
Huddled up on the tattered cart, Ah Gou held a broken sword tightly in his arms, staring with wide eyes and asked: "How long will you take?"
“It’s almost there!”
Old Zhang sat cross-legged beside them, with an extremely anxious expression on his face.
“Almost there!”
"But, but. Ah!"
A cold light flashed across Agou's head, scaring the little girl so much that she immediately shrank her neck.
She looked at the figures flying around her, and suddenly she took out a wine bag from somewhere, and then poured the last bit of liquor in it into her mouth with a "gulp".
"Ah! My wine!!"
After seeing this scene, Old Zhang subconsciously let out a wail.
But Agou threw away the wine bag at this moment, then pulled out the sword in his arms with great effort and raised his hands high above his head.
"You, you bad guys!"
"Don't bully Grandpa!!"
“.”
Hearing Agou's "drunk truth", Old Zhang was suddenly stunned.
However, the group of masked men were overjoyed.
"This is the sword your Excellency is talking about!"
“Swish!”
Several black shadows suddenly broke through the already shaky defense line and rushed towards Agou.
But Agou was not afraid at all. He even jumped off the cart and ran towards the killers.
"Ah! Take my sword!"
The drunken, tender voices of children echoed in the night sky. The scene was quite funny.
But if this situation is allowed to continue, the comedy will soon turn into tragedy.
After all, Agou’s fighting power is probably not even as good as that of a wild dog, let alone a fight with a professional killer.
Fortunately, at the last moment, Old Zhang finally gave a helping hand and finally completed the preparations before performing the escape technique.
“Bang!”
He flashed behind Agou, picked up the "aggressive" little girl, and turned to look at where Wang Qian was.
Old Zhang hesitated for a moment, then ran towards the latter.
"Captain Wang, hurry up!"
The rapid shouting stopped abruptly.
Because at this moment, Wang Qian, who was fighting one against three, finally couldn't hold on and was stabbed in the chest.
"this!"
Old Zhang suddenly stopped, took one last look at Wang Qian's staggering body, and then decisively made a hand gesture.
“Whoosh!”
A strong light suddenly appeared and smoke and dust rose.
Two figures, one old and one young, disappeared out of thin air.
Daning, Shuzhou City.
The small room was pitch black. The little boy sat cross-legged on the bed, his chest rising and falling in a very regular rhythm.
His movements at this moment were almost identical to those of a warrior in meditation, but there was no flow of heaven and earth vital energy in his breathing.
To put it bluntly, it's just sitting there doing nothing.
"Squeak~"
Suddenly, the door was gently pushed open.
The little boy suddenly opened his eyes in panic, as if he had done something terribly wrong and was caught red-handed.
But when he saw who the person was, his expression slowly relaxed.
"Ran'er, it's me."
Zhang San turned around with a complicated expression, closed the door, and slowly sat down next to the little boy.
He had been secretly observing Wang Ran for several months and naturally knew that the latter really wanted to practice martial arts.
But Li Suyue had always been opposed to this, so he didn't say much.
"Why don't you go to sleep? If your mother knew, she would definitely scold you."
Reaching out and touching Wang Ran's head, Zhang San smiled and said, "Go to sleep."
“.”
Wang Ran nodded obediently and crawled into the quilt, leaving only a pair of big eyes sticking out, watching Zhang San get up and walk to the door.
Then, the figure in sight suddenly stopped, turned around and asked:
"Ran'er, why do you want to learn martial arts?"
"!!!"
A glimmer of light flashed in his eyes for a moment, and Wang Ran hurriedly got up, excitedly "woooooah" and gestured with his hands for a long time. Seeing that Zhang San didn't understand, he ran to the table, picked up an ink pen and began to write on the paper.
This ink pen was invented by Wei Changtian when he was free. The core of the pen is an ink block. Although it is not as easy to use as the pencil in his previous life, it is enough to write a few simple words.
“Swish, swish, swish!”
Soon, Wang Ran wrote a line of words neatly and held the rice paper in front of Zhang San with an expectant look on his face.
"Okay, let me take a look."
Zhang San looked at the line of small words with a smile, and then suddenly froze.
He originally thought that the reason why kids of this age wanted to learn martial arts was nothing more than "being chivalrous and righteous".
But I didn't expect "Let's go and ask your mother if she allows it."
Dafeng, western desert Gobi.
The crickets chirp along the yellow sand, and fireflies fly thousands of miles away.
The moon was bright and the night wind was still blowing, as if the fierce fight just now had never happened.
After Lao Zhang and Agou escaped using the escape technique, the remaining escorts no longer had any need to fight to the death and they all found opportunities to escape.
The group of masked men then scattered to track down Old Zhang and Agou.
So, at this moment, Wang Qian was the only one left in this vast Gobi Desert.
Blood kept gushing out of his chest, soaking the earth beneath his body.
An ordinary person would have died from such injuries long ago.
Even though Wang Qian was a third-rank warrior, he knew at this moment that he didn't have much time to live.
It is difficult for a bodyguard to have a good ending, and Wang Qian has long understood this truth.
Therefore, in the last moments of his life, he did not have any regrets or resentment.
The only thing I miss is the two people who are thousands of miles away.
They should be living a good life.
I had originally thought that I would wait until I had the chance to ask Master Wei to let me take another look at what Ran'er would look like when he grew up.
pity……
“Whew!”
Not far away, the old horse pulling the cart suddenly raised its head and let out a long neigh.
Wang Qian struggled to reach his hand into his arms and slowly fumbled out an ink pen stained with blood.
This pen was a novel object he came across by chance after arriving in Dafeng.
At that time, he just thought that Ran'er couldn't speak, and it would be a lot more convenient to have such a pen, so he subconsciously bought it.
It was not until after he bought it that he realized that he might not have the chance to give it to his son.
And now, there is indeed no chance anymore.
“.”
He raised the ink pen to his eyes with trembling hands, and his vision slowly became blurred.
"Ran'er, you and your mother should be good to each other."
"Dad, let's go."
“Pah.”
The broad palm dropped limply, and the ink pen rolled into a pool of blood, as if writing a father's last words.
Shuzhou City.
When Li Suyue saw the line of small words written by Wang Ran, tears welled up in her eyes in an instant.
She held back her tears and gently touched Wang Ran's head.
"Ran'er, mother promises you"
“.”
Hearing this, Wang Ran was stunned at first, and then the happiest smile appeared on his face.
He excitedly ran around the room twice, then grabbed the corner of Zhang San's clothes tightly, while his other hand kept gesturing in the air.
Zhang San smiled and asked, "Ran'er, do you want to start practicing now?"
"!!!"
"Okay, let's get started now."
After looking at Li Suyue, Zhang San didn't say much and walked out of the room with Wang Ran.
The moonlight filtered through the window, and the room became quiet again.
Holding the piece of rice paper tightly in her hand, Li Suyue could no longer hold back the tears in her eyes, and suddenly leaned over the table and burst into tears.
Tears wet the line of small words, smudged the ink, and transformed into the appearance of a man, melting into the sudden surge of thoughts.
“.”
"Ran'er, when Dad comes back this time, I will teach you martial arts!"
"!!!"
"Hahaha, okay, then you have to listen to your mother at home."
“.”
The handwriting became increasingly blurred, just like everything blurred by time.
But no matter what it is, it can never blur a father's promise.
"Daddy promised me."
(End of this chapter)
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