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Moya felt a weight lift off his shoulders as he subdued Murong Xiao, who huffed in anger and said, "You are ruthless!"
The group of Tuguhun knights quickly turned their horses around, eager to leave, as the Handlebar Mustache on the ground was burned and in agony, making everyone feel uneasy.
"Wait! Leave the bows and knives!" Xu Zhen commanded coldly. He was worried that these people might return, and given their condition, they would surely seek water to wet their clothes and eliminate the threat. If that Loli was still foolishly hiding in the waterhole, she might be discovered by them!
Murong Xiao's eyes were filled with hatred as he threw his bow and arrows to the ground and hurled his knife, piercing the still-wailing Handlebar Mustache, thus ending its suffering.
Caesar rode forward to Moya and Xu Zhen, warning Murong Xiao, "Murong Commander, remember to release my people when you return; otherwise, I will have to go to Chang'an again..."
Murong Xiao had intended to kill and silence witnesses but ended up being bitten back by Moya and Caesar. He couldn't even take out his anger on their kin and could only grit his teeth in frustration as he led his horsemen away.
"Ha..." Xu Zhen sighed in relief, his back already soaked. Moya also breathed a sigh of relief, but Caesar picked up a hard bow, creaking it open with the arrowhead aimed directly at Xu Zhen!
"You deceitful Tang People dare to hold Master hostage!"
Xu Zhen couldn't be bothered with this big-breasted brainless Female Assassin. With Moya present, he didn't believe Caesar would shoot at him. He mounted his horse and cupped his hands in salute to Moya, saying, "I still need to find that girl; I won't stay any longer, Master. Take care."
"You dare to leave!" Caesar shouted in anger as Xu Zhen ignored her. She wanted nothing more than to shoot this damned Tang People but was gestured by Rock Master to lower her bow.
This was the first time Xu Zhen referred to Moya as Master. Moya sensed Xu Zhen's sincerity and smiled back, saying cheerfully, "Thanks to Young Master's clever plan, my people were freed from Murong Xiao's control. I will remember this kindness; if fate allows it, we shall meet again!"
Worried that the foolish girl might be found by Murong Xiao, Xu Zhen wasted no time. He squeezed his legs against the horse's belly and galloped toward the meadow.
Caesar ultimately released the bowstring but was filled with dissatisfaction. Moya could only smile wryly as he handed a heavy pouch to Caesar and said softly, "Without him, we wouldn't see tomorrow's sun..."
Feeling the pouch's unusual weight, Caesar opened it only to find it filled with sand instead of gunpowder! She had been puzzled; Rock Master couldn't possibly carry so much gunpowder—this was all Xu Zhen's trick!
"Truly deceitful Tang People!" Caesar cursed again after recalling Xu Zhen's pretentious demeanor. With her leg injury still unhealed and her tense nerves relaxing, she found standing difficult. She mounted her horse and rode alongside Moya toward Murong Clan to rescue those released kin.
This robbery indeed had significant implications; if Moya and Caesar went to Chang'an to surrender, it would surely cause a bloodbath. Although Murong Xiao was ruthless, he had made up his mind to release Moya and Caesar's kin upon returning.
However, what he wanted to do the most now was to find a water source to wash off all the gunpowder on him, and then head to the nearest tribal camp to gather people, make sufficient preparations, and rescue that little girl!
The cavalry galloped back for over a mile, and the meadow gradually became wet, with some water pools starting to appear. Without needing Murong Xiao's orders, the knights one by one pounced into the water and grass like wild buffalo, getting muddy and soaking their clothes, finally feeling at ease.
Murong Xiao, being a member of the Royal Family, would never act in such a crude manner. He looked around and indeed found a pool of clear water like a mirror, and he rode over calmly.
Just at that moment, a Feathered Arrow shot through the air, grazing Murong Xiao's cheek and with a thud, it shot down his close confidant from his horse!
"It's the Tang People's scouts!"
Murong Xiao glanced at the wooden arrow shaft and immediately reacted. He quickly rolled off his saddle and hid behind his horse's belly. The hidden arrows began to rain down from the small hilltop like signals, and more than thirty knights instantly fell down seven or eight of them!
Li Deqian did not expect to encounter such a small Riding Team from the Tuguhun. Although they were riding warhorses, they were unarmed without swords or bows; wasn't this an unexpected opportunity for military merit?
This craftsman from Liangzhou had been immersed in researching defensive fortifications and various military equipment all day long. He never dreamed he would actually gain real military merit by capturing a head!
He looked at the dirty little girl beside him. She was calm now, completely different from when he had just pulled her out of the water.
The little girl wore a worried expression because she had not seen the Xu Zhen appear nor had she seen Tuguhun Achai with military merit hanging from his horse. She couldn't help but mutter softly, "That damned Vile Slave is more cunning than a fox!"
An hour earlier, she had been hiding in the water grass. After waiting for the hoofbeats to gradually fade away, she planned to take advantage of the moment to escape but unexpectedly encountered Li Deqian and his group of six as soon as she poked her head out.
Although they were dressed as travelers from outside the frontier, the little girl recognized their identity as Tang People from their accents and hurriedly sought their help, hoping they could rescue the soft-spoken uncle known as Xu Zhen.
However, she also did not expect that Li Deqian would be just as cowardly as Xu Zhen. Upon hearing there were more than thirty Ah Chai from the Tuguhun, he was so frightened that he wanted to flee immediately.
The little girl's righteous scolding left Li Deqian feeling utterly ashamed. He felt that this little girl possessed an inexplicable authority. However, he was just a craftsman who had never been on a battlefield; fixing and tinkering with military equipment was fine, but if it came to wielding a sword to kill someone, that would be difficult for him.
After all, Li Deqian was a soldier from Liangzhou with a father who had fought all his life. Given the disparity in strength between them, he couldn't foolishly go to his death. The best course of action was to quickly return and report back, bringing in cavalry to eliminate this small group of Ah Chai!
He was only out to scout the mine this time, accompanied by seven guards. After sending one back on horseback to report, only six guards remained. Although they had three hidden crossbows and a Tang Dao concealed under the cart, dealing with over thirty Ah Chai Cavalry was no easy task.
He understood his mission clearly: as long as he stayed on the small hill and tracked the movements of the Ah Chai, providing sufficient intelligence to the cavalry reinforcements, it would be considered a significant achievement.
However, he did not expect that these thirty or so Ah Chai would abandon their knives and bows for some unknown reason!
With three crossbows, seven Tang Dao, and four jars of Feathered Arrows on the cart, if he allowed this group of Ah Chai to escape, Li Deqian would surely be scolded mercilessly by his brother upon returning to camp!
Thinking of this, Li Deqian felt a surge of determination. He placed his hand on the Tang Dao and waited until the jar of Feathered Arrows was emptied before charging down the small slope with his six guards.
"Kill!"
The sound of hooves thundered as mud splattered everywhere. Li Deqian's hands were slick with sweat, and the grip of the Tang Dao felt exhilarating against his palm!
His palms were calloused from wielding a hammer, but this was his first time charging into battle with a sword in hand, and Li Deqian finally felt how thrilling it was to be a Tang Soldier!
In contrast, on the side of the Tuguhun, Murong Xiao watched as one brother after another fell, his heart bleeding. He didn’t even dare to show his face; he had no idea where the enemy was or how many there were. He could only count the number of Feathered Arrows left and the fallen brothers!
After enduring until the Arrow Rain ceased, he suddenly looked up and saw that over thirty brothers still remained. Although two of them had arrows lodged in their shoulders and thighs, at least they had not been completely wiped out.
Murong Xiao's anger flared; if it weren't for Xu Zhen and Moya, they wouldn't have lost their knives and bows and wouldn't be facing such casualties now!
This hatred consumed Murong Xiao's reason, replaced by the fierce tenacity of the Northwest Wolf Clan and the ruthless ferocity of seasoned veterans!
"Get on your horses! Avenge our brothers!"
The other knights initially thought to avoid confrontation, but when Murong Commander insisted on fighting back, they hesitated. However, just one look from Murong Xiao and a single command dispelled their fears and transformed their dread of death into motivation for charge!
"Without knives and bows, do you think you are no longer wolves of the grasslands? Even if you have to tear with your hands or bite with your teeth, we must eliminate these enemies! Charge with me!"
The knights' blood surged with excitement. Some removed their stirrups to use as meteor hammers, others wielded long whips, and some even broke the feathered arrows they had on them to serve as weapons. The fiercest among them tore off their headscarves to wrap around their iron fists, charging forward alongside Murong Xiao!
Li Deqian, who had never been on a battlefield, was immediately intimidated by this group of fierce and ruthless soldiers. His horse slowed down involuntarily, while his attendants had already collided with Murong Xiao's team!
"Thud!"
The sound of blades scraping against flesh echoed as three or four of Ah Chai fell from their horses!
Murong Xiao's whip cracked sharply, moving like a venomous snake emerging from its hole. It wrapped around an attendant's blade, and with a surge of strength, it yanked the blade from the attendant's hand. With a flick of the whip, the blade flew back toward the attendant's head!
The attendant was struck with terror and fell off his horse in a panic. Murong Xiao seized the opportunity to grab a long knife in hand, galloping forward and slashing upward. The attendant's head rolled away, and a fountain of blood erupted from the severed neck!
There are four types of Tang Dao: the Ritual Blade, which is ornate and used for ceremonial purposes; the Mo Dao, known for its sharpness and long handle, also called the Zhanma Sword, used by infantry; the short and wide Zhan Dao, used for defense against enemies; and finally, the horizontal knife that Murong Xiao had taken!
Li Deqian was not a skilled soldier; strictly speaking, he was only responsible for logistics in the military camp. The weapon he carried was not a versatile horizontal knife but rather a short and wide Zhan Dao that was easy to carry. Seeing Murong Xiao kill and seize weapons while charging at him filled him with dread—he had no trace of the fighting spirit he once had!
As Li Deqian was about to collide with Murong Xiao, Loli, who was watching from a hillside, secretly felt anxious. She never expected this small team of Tang Soldiers to be so ineffective. Had she known better, she wouldn't have dragged Li Deqian along. Instead of waiting for that cunning and despicable Xu Zhen, they had put themselves and their team in danger!
"Damn Vile Slave!" Loli cursed while watching behind Murong Xiao as a rider approached like the wind!
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