In that split second, the bandit leader was right in front of her. Song Liyun had no chance to retreat and could only grip the military dagger in her hand tightly.
As the two horses met, she could even see the bandit leader's sneer of triumph on his large, fleshy face.
Jian Fangtong was not afraid of the "iron cone" in Song Liyun's hand, which was not much thicker than a thumb and only a little over a foot long. He switched his sword to his hand, grabbed the horse's belly with his leg, and leaped to grab Song Liyun's arm.
Ah Yun!
This woman must be the wife of that Di man; if we detain her, we can get money in return.
Wu Dan screamed in fright and shot an arrow at Jian Fangtong, trying to stop him.
But Jian Fangtong was already determined to capture the hostage and didn't back down.
Just as Wu Dan's long arrow tore open his arm, drawing a trail of blood, his hand also grabbed Song Liyun's neck.
With a quick lift and tug, in the blink of an eye, Song Liyun was lifted off the horse and pulled back onto his own.
"Hahahaha, Young Master Uda, stop now! Look who I've caught!"
Even though Jian Fangtong's face was contorted with pain from the arrow wound in her arm, she couldn't help but burst into laughter.
In an instant, the Zhenbei Army's Gale Camp, which had already rushed over and stepped into the river, along with Wudan who wanted to pounce on them, were all going crazy, desperately urging their horses forward.
The young mistress has been caught!
Zhao Tingduo's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared, "If you dare to hurt her, I'll make sure all of your heads roll!"
As he spoke, the curved blade in his hand suddenly became sharp and fierce, his moves wide and sweeping, completely disregarding his own safety.
His strength surged, and under this fierce attack, the bandits could not withstand it. They all turned their horses to avoid the onslaught and made way for him.
Zhao Tingduo kicked the horse's belly, and the big black horse neighed and charged towards Song Liyun.
Jian Fangtong's arm, wounded by an arrow, was bleeding profusely, staining half of her body red.
He wrapped his arm around Song Liyun's waist, pulling her close in front of him, and held his broadsword to her neck, saying loudly, "Young Master Wuda, I advise you to obediently put down your knife, or this delicate young lady will have her neck snapped by me!"
Zhao Tingduo dared not approach, gritting her teeth as she said, "Release my wife, and I'll let you leave!"
"Go! Hahahaha! Just go? It's not that easy!" Jian Fangtong laughed loudly, his desires extending beyond money to include taking lives.
Lao Ba and his men have lost a lot of manpower.
At this point, it was clear that Zhao Tingduo was not the only one who had the final say.
The bandits who had just fought him had surrounded him, shouting that they would pay for his life.
Meanwhile, in the river, the guards of the Gale Camp also aimed their crossbows at this side.
In close-quarters melee combat, crossbows that don't require aiming are the most powerful, but Song Liyun is right next to the bandit leader now, so if she fires a crossbow, she'll definitely get accidentally injured.
On the other side of the river, Old Yu's carriage had not gone into the water; he and five guards were tying up the surrendered bandits.
The hostages on both sides are roughly the same.
Zhao Tingduo was extremely anxious. Just as he was about to start negotiating, he saw Song Liyun, who was being held captive by the bandit leader, quietly wave to him and even give him a smile.
Zhao Tingduo suddenly remembered that Ayun had many small items on her body. She had no martial arts skills, but she was not afraid of being approached.
Looking at Song Liyun again now, one can see that something is amiss.
Ah Yun was slowly moving her arm, pressing her hand towards the large knife against her neck...
Zhao Tingduo raised an eyebrow and saw the bandit leader, who was still laughing, suddenly widen his eyes, stiffen like a piece of wood, let out a strange cry, fall off his horse, and crash heavily into the water.
Song Liyun was immediately in a terrible predicament.
Although she was prepared, Jian Fangtong, who was convulsing, grabbed her neck and pulled her off the horse, unable to maintain her balance.
Although the river water was only thigh-deep, it was icy cold. Song Liyun was pinned down by Jian Fangtong, who was completely paralyzed, and could not lift her head. She could only sink to the bottom of the river.
The bandits saw their leader, who had been speaking politely just moments before, suddenly grab a woman and tumble into the water.
This is just deliberately teasing the young master!
The group burst into unrestrained laughter: "Brother Jian, well done!"
"Boss, does the young lady smell good?"
"Boss, this water is way too cold. Aren't you afraid of getting sick from the cold..."
This turn of events came so suddenly that Zhao Tingduo was shocked and disoriented, disregarding the fact that she was alone and surrounded by bandits.
He jumped into the water, trying to pull Song Liyun out.
Seeing his back wide open, the bandits immediately decided to launch a sneak attack, and one of them swung his knife to strike...
Ten feet away, the soldiers of the Gale Camp had already prepared their crossbows. Without any preparation, Wei Er simply waved his hand and said, "Fire!"
Ten crossbow bolts flew towards the attacker with a whoosh.
The man screamed and tumbled off his horse, a spray of blood instantly rising into the river.
The others were so frightened that they rode up to help, but were stopped by the guards who rushed up. A fierce battle ensued, with swords flashing and spears flying.
Zhao Tingduo grabbed Song Liyun's arm and pulled her out of the water with a strong effort.
Song Liyun was so dizzy from holding her breath underwater that she breathed a long sigh of relief as soon as she surfaced. After Zhao Tingduo pulled her out of the water and checked her over to make sure she was unharmed, she turned around and kicked the bandit leader: "Ashi, tie him up, he's about to suffocate!"
Zhao Tingduo was stunned: "This guy isn't dead yet?"
Jian Fangtong lay face down in the water, his mind clear, but his limbs were still twitching uncontrollably. The cold river water stung his wounds, making his mind even more agile, but he still couldn't move.
He could only watch helplessly as Song Liyun was dragged away from under him.
The lack of oxygen made his chest feel tight, and his eyes felt like they were about to bulge out.
In despair, Jian Fangtong couldn't help but lament that he, a hero in his lifetime, had actually witnessed a ghost in broad daylight, and was about to drown in a river only a palm's width deep.
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