Severed Arm
His finger pointed forward!
The bandits drew their bows even wider, the arrowheads glowing with a silvery sheen as they aimed at their prey.
Ji Yunshu suddenly stepped forward.
"Zhao Huai, why gamble with the entire Gaoshan Gang?"
"You forced me to do this."
"Stop, or else it'll be too late. Do you really want to watch the people outside die for nothing? "
Zhao Huai hesitated.
At this moment, Mo Ruo approached Jing Rong and reminded him softly, "You're injured. Go into the house immediately, the wine pot is inside. You know what to do, right?"
As he spoke, he stuffed a match into Jing Rong's hand.
Jing Rong nodded, "Can you handle it?"
"I can hold on for a while."
"Mm."
The two of them spoke in secret.
Zhao Huai seemed to have made up his mind. With a fierce expression, he pressed his hand forward and gave the order.
"Kill them!"
Thereupon —
Arrows flew.
Jing Rong immediately grabbed Ji Yunshu and Wei Yi's hands and quickly entered the house under Mo Ruo and Shi Ziran's protection, closing the door behind them.
Outside, a huge rain of arrows formed, each one threatening to kill.
Fortunately, Mo Ruo and the Shi siblings' martial arts were not to be underestimated, so they were able to hold out for a while.
Inside the house!
Arrows flew in from outside, nailing themselves on the door, windows, or even piercing through the paper of the window, embedding themselves in the pillars of the house.
As the houses of the Gaoshan Gang were surrounded by walls on three sides and a door on one side, this room was a dead end even though it could shelter them from the rain of arrows.
Wei Yi was scared out of his wits, not daring to breathe loudly. Ji Yunshu hugged his trembling body and crouched in a corner, her head lowered.
Jing Rong found the wine pot filled with sulphur powder, unscrewed the lid, and pulled out an arrow embedded in the pillar. He sprinkled sulphur powder on it and lit it with a match.
A small flame immediately sprang up.
With a wave of his arm, the arrow flew out and embedded itself on the opposite roof, bursting into flames.
Jing Rong continued. As the arrows flew in, he shot out balls of fire one after another.
Soon, the outside was on fire.
The small courtyard was engulfed in thick smoke and the rain of arrows had stopped.
Mo Ruo kicked the door open and brought Ji Yunshu and Wei Yi out, taking advantage of the chaos to leave the courtyard.
Jing Rong supported Ji Yunshu's body as she choked on the smoke.
Zhao Huai led his men in hot pursuit.
He chased them all the way to the entrance of the stronghold.
The main gate of the stronghold was tightly shut.
Outside, a series of moving voices could be heard. One could imagine that the three thousand soldiers had already attacked the mountain.
As soon as Jing Rong and the others arrived, the door was pushed open from the outside.
The sounds of fighting became even more deafening.
The Jingzhou army slowly pushed back the Gaoshan Gang, eventually occupying the outer perimeter.
However, only about a thousand Jingzhou soldiers managed to reach the top of the mountain. Most of them died in the traps at the foot of the mountain.
One could only imagine the bloody scene at the base of the Gaoshan Gang.
Lang Po rushed in with his troops and joined up with Jing Rong and the others.
"Prince."
His forehead was drenched in sweat, and his voice was deep and powerful!
Jing Rong was shocked. He questioned Lang Po, "Who told you to attack the mountain?"
"Shanhuai County Magistrate."
"Ridiculous!"
Scolding.
Zhang Huanping, Zhang Huanping!
The black hat on your head, this Prince will definitely take it off.
Of the three thousand soldiers, less than a thousand were left. Of the six hundred men from the Gaoshan Gang, only Zhao Huai's men were left.
The outcome of this game of chess had already been decided.
Zhao Huai could not believe it. It had only been a short while, but his men outside the stronghold were all dead.
His heart ached, but at the same time, he was furious.
He decided to fight to the death.
His bloodshot eyes glared fiercely at Jing Rong. "Even if my Gaoshan Gang is down to the last man, we will not admit defeat."
"Both sides have already suffered. Don't let anyone else die." Jing Rong said.
"Gaoshan Gang is my father's life's work. Destroying it is the same as taking away my life."
He scolded with tears in his eyes.
The remaining bandits beside him were also grief-stricken, but they held on to their last ounce of strength, determined to fight Zhao Huai to the end. After all, to these people, Gaoshan Gang was their home. Once it was destroyed, it was the same as taking their lives.
"First Master, we will follow. We will fight to our last breath."
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
Their morale soared.
Ji Yunshu's eyes reddened at the scene. She was choking on the thick smoke, and her throat was too sore to make a sound. She clutched Jing Rong's arm tightly, shaking her head.
With much difficulty, she said, "Stop killing."
Jing Rong nodded.
"Zhao Huai, you are just struggling on your deathbed. This Prince orders a retreat, and Gaoshan Gang can be saved."
"Hundreds of my brothers have been slaughtered by you. If I, Zhao Huai, agree, I will be a coward." He ordered, "Kill!"
In the next moment, Lang Po led the Jing Province soldiers and charged forward from both sides, shielding Jing Rong and the others behind them.
A bloody battle was about to unfold.
At this moment …
"Stop."
Zhao Qing ran over and stood in the middle of the two groups of people.
His eyes were bloodshot, and he was tall. Standing in the middle, he was an eyesore.
Zhao Huai said, "Zhao Qing, step aside."
"Brother, I know everything. All these years, I know everything that has happened to me. To protect me, all of you have been hiding things from me. But now, other than Father, I only have you as my brother. Stop, don't let anyone else die."
"Zhao Qing …"
"Brother! I'm begging you. "
For the first time in his life, Zhao Huai was sobbing so hard that his fan trembled.
In the end, it drooped.
He knelt on the ground.
"I, Zhao Huai, am useless. I can't avenge my brothers, so I'll cut off my arm in return."
Eh?
Everyone was shocked.
Too late to stop him, Zhao Huai raised his saber, raised his left arm, and chopped down.
Blood splattered all over the ground.
The severed arm lay on the muddy ground, a gruesome sight to behold.
"Brother!" Zhao Qing knelt in front of him.
The two brothers hugged each other and cried.
At this moment, Ji Yunshu could not hold on any longer and fainted.
When she woke up, she was already in the Shanhuai County yamen.
Jing Rong sat by her bedside. Seeing that she had woken up, he asked worriedly, "How are you? Do you feel unwell anywhere? "
She shook her clumsy head.
"How is Zhao Huai?"
"Mo Ruo is here."
She nodded, but Wei Yi was nowhere to be seen. "Where's Wei Yi?"
"He was frightened. I sent someone to bring him to rest."
"That's good."
Jing Rong ordered someone to boil some medicine. Ji Yunshu drank it and was about to rest for a while when Ji Wanxin came in. Her eyes were red, and she threw herself on the bed.
Ji Yunshu started to cry.
Ji Yunshu patted her head and glanced at Jing Rong. "Your Highness, can we leave first? I have something to say to my second sister."
Jing Rong nodded and left.
Ji Yunshu got off the bed and sat down at the table.
"Yunshu, you're not feeling well. It's better for you to stay in bed."
She poured a cup of tea from the teapot and pushed it towards Ji Wanxin.
Ji Yunshu's expression darkened. "Second Sister, after this cup of tea, I'll ask His Highness to send you back to Jinjiang."
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