Chapter 87 Who Wants to Die First to Help Him
Several men in a nearby carriage seized weapons shortly after the refugees rushed over and approached the women's carriage with weapons in hand.
The eldest son of Mrs. Li, Ming Zhouyi, was a hunter. He was big and strong and could knock down two people with his fists. After grabbing an axe, he made the refugees afraid to approach him.
Ming Zhoushi's martial arts skills are slightly weaker, but with the hoe handed to him by Ming Zhouyi, he can make it difficult for the refugees to get close to him.
Ming Zhouheng's arm was still bleeding. He was holding a kitchen knife that he had snatched from a refugee and kicked the refugee who tried to approach him to the ground.
Ming Zhouheng shifted his gaze to the woman not far away, and saw the refugees on the ground with arrows piercing their vital points. He couldn't help but feel surprised.
Ming Zhouqi had grabbed a shoulder pole early in the morning and was brandishing it vigorously. When he saw what was happening over there, he couldn't help but exclaim, "Cousin Li is amazing."
Hunting is fine, but I didn't expect that shooting people can be so skillful, and not a single arrow is shot in vain.
Mrs. Li asked in a tense voice, "Will they leave?"
Shi Jianli pursed her lips, her breath was filled with the smell of blood, she held the arrow tightly between her fingers, and said nothing.
Now they have only been frightened temporarily. There is a green light in the eyes of these refugees, and there are so many of them, I am afraid they will not give up so easily.
The four palace guards were at the outermost edge and were almost exhausted.
The leader of the refugees was shot dead. The refugees were leaderless and took a few steps back holding hoes, sticks and other weapons.
A man among the refugees said, "What are you afraid of? There are so many of us..."
Before he could finish his words, an arrow shot into his throat. He let out a "ugh" and fell down, covering his bleeding neck.
"Whoever wants to die first, grant his wish." Shi Jianli retracted her ring finger, with two arrows still remaining on the string.
To catch a thief, you must first catch the leader. Dealing with the person who leads and instigates the crime will undoubtedly have a deterrent effect.
Seeing the man was shot before he could finish his words, the refugees felt sad and took a step back at the same time.
Amid the stalemate, the sound of horse hooves could be heard, and the vibration of the ground could be clearly felt. It sounded like there were quite a few people.
Shi Jianli tightened her grip on the bow again. The appearance of refugees was either a natural disaster or a man-made disaster, but if it was obviously not a natural disaster, then it must be a man-made disaster.
This can only lead to war.
Chaozhou is very close to Prince Jing’s fiefdom. Did Prince Jing rebel?
Whose troops are coming?
With a "swoosh" sound, the spear broke through the ground and penetrated three-quarters of the way into the ground. Then a fast horse broke through the refugees, and the blade was shining.
The refugees looked back and saw stern-faced cavalrymen swarming in, and the refugees fled in all directions.
"The soldiers are coming, run!"
The cavalrymen held sharp knives in their hands, reined up their horses and surrounded them, with sharp blades placed on the refugees' necks.
Shi Jianli saw clearly the man on horseback, wearing black armor and as sharp as a sword, and her heart was relieved.
"Miss, it's the prince!" Lan Xing said in surprise.
Mrs. Li heaved a sigh of relief. Seeing her son and daughter-in-law were fine not far away, she was completely relieved. She slumped in the carriage, "I can live again..."
She can also realize her dream of becoming an official's wife in the future.
Shi Jianli pulled out the arrow and put it into the quiver. The tense mood dissipated. She held onto the door frame of the carriage, and her legs felt a little weak after a while.
Mingzhao rode over and saw that there was still blood on her face and she was holding the door frame in fear. He put the knife into the sheath at his waist, his cold eyebrows softened, and he put his arm around her waist and brought her from the carriage frame into his arms.
Her waist tightened, her body flew into the air, and her bloody skirt fluttered in the air.
"Are you hurt?" Mingzhao took off the quiver behind her and threw it to Tianfeng beside her, and asked with his head down.
Shi Jianli raised her head, her eyes trembling, and looked into his eyes filled with heartache and fear. She opened her mouth, and after a while she found her voice again. Her voice was a little dry: "It's okay, it's someone else's blood."
"Sorry, I'm late." He put his big, broad hands on the back of her head and pressed her head into his arms.
The armor was a little rough. Shi Jianli froze for a moment and then let herself bury her head in his arms, waiting for the lingering fear in her heart to dissipate. Her mind went blank for a moment.
"Don't be afraid." Mingzhao patted her back soothingly, his eyes sweeping over the bodies on the ground, some with arrows piercing their throats or their heads, and then he stopped on the carriage and asked loudly, "Mother, are you okay?"
Yuan Yuhe's voice was still a little trembling, but she felt much more at ease. "I'm fine, thanks to Li'er."
A little girl raised in the boudoir quietly weighed the situation, calmly resolved the danger in front of her, and reversed the situation step by step.
Yuan Yuhe looked at the woman on horseback who was held in her son's arms, and felt emotional.
That's really courageous.
Mingzhao lowered his eyes, rubbed the almost dried blood on his fiancée's face with his fingertips, and asked softly, "Do you have a handkerchief?"
Shi Jianli came back to her senses, reached out to unbutton the handkerchief in her sleeve, and slid her fingertips over the curved needle twice.
Mingzhao went to help her untie the wound himself, took off the handkerchief, opened the water bag and wet the handkerchief, and wiped the blood off her face for her, "Close your eyes, I will wipe the blood off your face."
She tilted her face upwards and obediently let him wipe the blood off her face.
After wiping it several times, there were still traces of blood on her face that could not be wiped off. Mingzhao rubbed it with his fingertips and could only say, "Go back and wash it clean."
"Okay," she replied.
Tian Yu took some effort to pull out the black spear that Ming Zhaohuan had thrown on the ground, and rode his horse to Ming Zhaohuan's side. "General, the refugees have been controlled."
Mingzhao rested his chin on Shi Jian's pear-shaped hair and patted her back gently. "Take her to the county government office and have the county magistrate convict her. He will also have the county magistrate organize county soldiers to patrol the surrounding villages."
"yes."
Tian Feng said, "General, the three coachmen and four palace guards were injured to varying degrees. Your second cousin also suffered a minor injury to his left arm. The others are all fine. The carriage has been cleaned of the blood."
"Yes." Mingzhao looked at Yuan Yuhe and said, "Mother, let's go back to Dongyu Village first. I'm sorry to bother you to sit in this carriage for a while longer."
"Okay, Li'er..." Yuan Yuhe nodded first, then looked at Shi Jianli in his arms.
Shi Jianli was about to speak when he pressed his shoulder and said, "I'll take cousin Li with me."
"Okay, take good care of Li'er." Yuan Yuhe lowered the car curtain and leaned limply against the car wall.
The cavalry was divided into two groups, one group escorted the refugees to the county town, and the other group surrounded the carriage and escorted it.
The horse under her started to move. Mingzhao pinched her waist and turned her around, letting her lean her back against him. "Yaoyao, are you scared?"
Shi Jianli said honestly, "I'm afraid."
How can I not be afraid?
When she was twelve, she smashed her uncle's head and ran away, but her uncle didn't die. She had never killed anyone before, and when the blood splashed on her face, the warm feeling almost made her legs weak.
This was her first time killing someone.
But if the refugees didn't die, then they would be trapped in a desperate situation. She warned herself in an instant not to show any weakness.
"Yaoyao is very powerful, and her arrows never miss their targets." Mingzhao was still holding the reins in one hand and her slightly cold and trembling hand in the other. He was a little surprised when he saw the sleeve arrow tied on her wrist.
Shi Jianli glanced at her fingers and retracted them, but didn't pull them back. "Why are there refugees?"
Mingzhao brought elite cavalry with him, but it was just a ceremony to pay respects to the ancestors, so he shouldn't have brought cavalry with him, nor should he have worn the armor that belonged to a general.
"Prince Jing was going to rebel. I think he'd capture able-bodied men wherever the rebels went. Those people fled with their entire families. They had no food on the road, and when they got really hungry, they started burning, killing, and looting. The refugees became a mob." Mingzhao held her tighter and sighed, "Thank goodness you're all okay."
When he rode closer on horseback and saw her calmly holding her bow and preparing to attack, and the refugees were frightened by her and dared not approach her, Mingzhao breathed a sigh of relief.
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