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Gu Bei found himself outnumbered, and as he felt the tide turning against him, it seemed he was about to be captured.
At that moment, another team stealthily approached from the other side.
This new team was also fully armed and masked.
When the three parties met, there was mutual surprise among them.
Gu Bei, having lost too much blood, began to feel dizzy, but he was clear-headed enough to recognize that one team was sent by Murong Cheng, while the other must belong to Murong Jing.
These two were truly relentless.
The others could roughly guess each other's backgrounds; despite being masked, it was of no use since they all knew each other's identities.
The situation was so absurd that even in this perilous battlefield, Gu Bei couldn't help but reveal a sarcastic smile.
What was already a chaotic scene became even more disordered as the three sides engaged in a fierce battle, each hoping to prevent the others from gaining an advantage.
However, the pressure on Gu Bei increased significantly; neither team of assassins wanted to see him leave alive.
Gu Bei held on until the end but still found no opportunity for escape. He had killed many of the assassins, but at the cost of his own exhaustion, teetering on the brink of collapse.
Seeing Gu Bei falter, both teams of assassins perked up, their attacks becoming more aggressive as they cornered him.
Leaning against a wall to control his breathing, Gu Bei felt a dull pain in his chest; he must have sustained an injury somewhere.
“He's done for! Let's go!”
One assassin couldn't contain his excitement at the prospect of an easy victory and spoke out loud.
But his words reminded everyone present that they were not on the same side; after all, there was only one Gu Bei.
The two teams exchanged glances, with only half of their members continuing to attack Gu Bei, while the remaining fighters engaged in a chaotic brawl.
However, Gu Bei had no strength left to look again; darkness swirled before his eyes, and he felt his energy draining rapidly. The knife in his hand wavered unsteadily.
If he were struck again, he might lose his grip and drop it.
The anticipated attack was delayed; no one wanted to give the other side an advantage, leading to a stalemate.
At that moment, the sound of hooves echoed from a distance, and the glint of silver armor worn by the soldiers shone brightly under the sun.
"General!"
Gu Bei exhaled slowly; his men had arrived.
But it was too late. He couldn't hold on until the army got closer. Just a step away, everyone watched as Gu Bei released his grip on the knife and collapsed to the ground.
The last sight that entered Gu Bei's vision was the rising sun, its glaring light piercing through.
"Charge! Kill these bastards and avenge the general!"
With a roar, the sound of thundering hooves followed.
The assassins on both sides sensed something was wrong and turned to their leader.
"Retreat!"
Gu Bei was dead; they had witnessed it with their own eyes. The wounds were inflicted by them, without a doubt. Just looking at the pool of blood around them made it clear that Gu Bei wouldn't survive.
However, their timely retreat did not yield significant results. Aside from a few who managed to escape, nearly all others were killed in the melee.
Official Road Blood flowed like a river, seeping into the underground soil, and the smell of blood lingered for a month afterward.
These events were all in the future; at this moment, those who could still stand had no mind to care about such things.
"Quick, get the general back and find a doctor!"
Gu Bei was brought back to the General's residence, where a doctor was already on standby. Upon seeing Gu Bei, the doctor hurried over to stop the bleeding. Then he opened a box, took out some pills, mixed them into medicinal wine, and prepared a bowl of herbal soup to feed Gu Bei.
"Fortunately, we have the medicine left by the lady; it will be very useful this time!" The doctor pressed his hand against Gu Bei's wrist, checking his pulse, which gradually stabilized.
He let out a sigh of relief, stood up, and smiled, "Alright, it's fine now. The general will wake up shortly."
"Ah!"
Everyone present relaxed, and their voices rose several notches.
"Why did the general have to take such risks? Since we have this Divine Medicine, why not just pretend? Why actually get hurt and come back? Isn't that just torturing himself?"
One burly-looking Soldier complained somewhat.
Another quickly tapped him on the back and scolded, "Keep your voice down! Do you want to wake the general? Do you think the general's brain is like yours? This is to make it look real and confuse the enemy! Can't you understand that?"
"Hmph! You think you know everything! If you're so great, why don't you become a general? You're just a Centurion like me!"
The first man was unconvinced but lowered his voice. However, his original loudness was too much; even when he spoke softly, everyone present could hear him clearly.
Shen Ru timely shifted their attention and stopped this almost daily farce: "The general is waking up."
Sure enough, after Shen Ru spoke, everyone's focus turned to Gu Bei, and no one had the mood to argue anymore.
"General, what do you think?"
The crowd buzzed with questions, and Gu Bei closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he was as calm as still water.
"I'm fine," Gu Bei said, pushing himself up with some effort.
Shen Ru pressed him back down, saying, "You can't move yet. The wound has just been treated; you need to rest."
"Right, right! You need to rest!" the burly man chimed in. "That bag the lady gave us is really useful. Goodness, when we arrived and saw all that blood on the ground, it nearly scared the life out of us."
Even knowing it was all fake beforehand, they were still taken aback.
Shen Ru smiled and added, "Blood plasma bags. Only the lady could come up with such a method, using animal blood and plant juices to create a mixture indistinguishable from real blood."
Gu Bei chuckled lightly; it was indeed true. Ye Xiaohan always had bizarre ideas that others couldn't fathom.
Long before the first assassination attempt occurred, Gu Bei had suspected things would turn out this way.
Murong Cheng and Murong Jing were not benevolent figures; they would surely act against him for the military power he held. So early on, he had discussed this plan with his subordinates.
By bringing enough blood plasma bags, they could make those people believe Gu Bei had truly bled to death. That would mean his plan was already halfway successful. The challenge lay in timing.
They couldn't let the enemy realize they were setting a trap, nor could they arrive too late and actually allow Gu Bei to die under siege.
The best moment would be just as Gu Bei was about to fall from his 'serious injuries,' when the army could reappear to reclaim Gu Bei's 'body.' This way, the enemy would believe he was truly dead without leaving any evidence behind.
"You've all worked hard," Gu Bei said as he lay back down on the bed, his voice tinged with fatigue. "I'm fine now; you should head back soon. Make sure to rest up; there will be plenty of time for trouble ahead."
Though his blood loss was fake, the injuries were very real—just not as severe as they appeared.
Once everyone confirmed that Gu Bei was fine, they no longer disturbed his rest and gradually took their leave.
In the end, only Shen Ru and Liu Yang remained, standing silently in place.
"You should go back and rest too; you've worked hard these past few days." Without Shen Ru's precise calculations, things wouldn't have gone so smoothly.
He then turned to Liu Yang and said, "Did you learn anything useful? Shen Ru is the top strategist of Dongchuan. If he’s willing to teach you, you must learn well."
"Yes! I will!" Liu Yang replied, intending to stay behind to take care of Gu Bei. It took some time for Gu Bei to persuade Liu Yang to leave.
Gu Bei looked helplessly at the closed door. "Liu Yang was scared last time; now he sees others getting hurt and is always anxious. He needs to change this habit."
On the battlefield, life and death can change in an instant. Once worry takes hold, it becomes difficult to concentrate, which can lead to accidents.
Shen Ru looked at Gu Bei for a moment before saying aimlessly, "This is a necessary sacrifice; it’s not your fault."
Gu Bei's gaze flickered as he avoided Shen Ru's eyes. "Why are you suddenly saying this?"
"You don’t need to hide it. We've been brothers for many years; how could I not know what you're thinking?" Shen Ru's smile carried a hint of bitterness. "You feel guilty about those two sacrificed attendants."
To achieve the most authentic effect, everything had to be recreated according to the usual scenes.
Those two attendants were waiting outside the palace for Gu Bei to come out and escort him to the military camp. If they suddenly disappeared, it would surely raise the enemy's suspicions.
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