Han Yang was on the run. The flood had blocked the enemy on the other side of the river, but there was still someone chasing after him like a ghost.
If not for his experience in the army, he would have died in the enemy's hands.
Zong Cheng had fled back to the Soong Clan in advance because of Yan Liuyuan's shocking abilities.
Therefore, Han Yang was forgotten. He was now an abandoned chess piece.
When he arrived outside Mt. Guan, a stream flowed out of the valley. Han Yang walked into the valley step by step. This was a place he was familiar with. In the past, the bandits controlled by the Soong Clan were stationed in Mt. Guan.
The outside world thought that the bandits in the entire valley had gone out of control. However, as a financial group, the Soong Clan would not completely lose control of this place. All the bandits in Mt. Guan were still under the Soong Clan's control.
When he arrived, Han Yang heaved a sigh of relief. He knew he was almost safe.
However, the most dangerous part of walking on a tightrope was the last three steps. Han Yang's sigh of relief came again.
The ghost-like opponent behind him was definitely still behind him. He could not be careless.
But at that moment, Han Yang suddenly felt his heart and lungs being torn apart. A huge inertia came from his right side, and he could not resist being dragged into the stream.
A high-speed rotating bullet passed through the gap between his ribs. The huge tearing force even tore his muscles into a cotton-like substance. His heart was also crushed.
Only then did the roar of the sniper rifle reach his ears. Han Yang fell into the stream. Blood flowed from his wound into the stream, dyeing the water red.
He lay on his back. He could only see the sky gradually turning gray before he completely lost his life.
In the distance, Yang Xiaojin got up from the ground. She had not slept for two days and two nights in pursuit of Han Yang.
However, she saw that Yang Xiaojin's eyes were red. She did not know if it was because she had cried or because she had not rested for too long.
She had the chance to kill Han Yang long ago, but she was waiting. She wanted Han Yang to experience the same pain as Ren Xiaosu.
No, he wanted Han Yang to experience more intense pain.
At this moment, Yang Xiaojin was a little lost. That day, she had rushed down the river to find Ren Xiaosu. Even if Ren Xiaosu was really dead, she had to find Ren Xiaosu's corpse.
But the speed of the river was too fast. She ran with all her strength for a few kilometers before she couldn't run anymore. She could only watch in despair as the river carried Ren Xiaosu into the distance.
When they ran at full speed, even a superhuman's endurance was limited.
Seeing that she couldn't catch up with the flood, she forced herself to cross the narrow river and chased after Han Yang all the way to Mount Guan.
But after killing Han Yang, was he going to kill Zong Cheng?
However, just killing Zong Cheng was not enough to vent his hatred.
Suddenly, a white paper crane flew to her shoulder. Yang Xiaojin was stunned for a moment. She opened the paper crane and saw a line of small and graceful words written inside: Come to the Central Plains. After this matter is settled, Auntie will help you kill the Soong Clan.
…
When Ren Xiaosu opened his eyes, he felt like he had lost all his strength. But he heard someone say in surprise, "He's awake."
The voice belonged to a girl. Ren Xiaosu looked over in silence and saw a girl about the same age as him looking back at him from the front passenger seat.
He was lying in the back of an off-road vehicle. The seat had been flattened, and the entire trunk looked like a bed.
The girl picked up the car's walkie-talkie and said, "Bro, the injured kid is awake."
The vehicle slowly came to a stop. Ren Xiaosu did not say a word the entire time. He still had not figured out what had happened, but the right side of his abdomen was still hurting badly.
When the car door opened, he saw someone pushing a wheelchair over. A middle-aged man was sitting in the wheelchair.
The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Hello, my name is Wang Shengzhi. We found you by the river. At that time, you were seriously injured and unconscious, so we took the liberty of bringing you along with us. I hope you don't mind."
Ren Xiaosu was silent for a moment before saying, "Are my injuries serious?"
"I'll have to congratulate you on that," Wang Shengzhi said with a smile.
Ren Xiaosu was a little puzzled. What was there to congratulate him about?
As though he could see the puzzlement in Ren Xiaosu's mind, Wang Shengzhi continued to say with a smile, "The location of your injury this time happened to be on your appendix. This penetrating wound actually cut off your appendix, so you won't have to worry about appendicitis anymore in the future."
Ren Xiaosu was speechless.
The girl smiled and said, "My name is Wang Shengyin. How did you get injured?"
Ren Xiaosu said without hesitation, "I was farming when the flood came and our settlement was submerged. I was swept up by the flood and hit a tree, and a branch pierced through the right side of my abdomen."
"I see." Wang Shengzhi smiled and nodded. It seemed like he had no intention of delving into the wound.
However, Ren Xiaosu was hesitant. Where did this group of people come from and where were they going?
In this era, anyone who could own an off-road vehicle was no ordinary person. Yet Wang Shengzhi was sitting in a wheelchair. Ren Xiaosu vaguely realized that Wang Shengzhi was the person in charge of this convoy.
Ren Xiaosu did not want to tell the truth. Right now, he no longer believed in anyone.
There was a time when he wanted to believe in certain things, but he ended up facing a disaster. Since he had been beaten before, he had to remember the pain.
Wang Shengzhi asked, "It's not convenient for you to move around right now. Why don't you come with us for now? We'll make our plans after you've recovered from your injuries."
Ren Xiaosu suddenly asked, "Where are y 'all going?"
"Stronghold 178." Wang Shengzhi said with a smile, "We're from the Central Plains and heading to Stronghold 178. Do you know where Stronghold 178 is?"
"Yes." Ren Xiaosu nodded. "But I've never been there before."
Only then did Ren Xiaosu realize the other party had actually come all the way from the Central Plains in the east. So these were … Central Plains people?
He had been washed away by the floodwaters all the way to the east. But in the end, he ended up being led back to the Northwest by these people in the opposite direction.
But why were these people heading to Stronghold 178? Ren Xiaosu noticed the people in the vehicle were all dressed in casual clothes, and there were no landmarks in the vehicle.
"Mhm." Wang Shengzhi nodded and said, "Since your home has been washed away by the floodwaters, come with us to Stronghold 178. Who knows, you might be able to find a new home there."
When he heard the word "home," Ren Xiaosu's heart suddenly ached. Wang Shengzhi looked at Ren Xiaosu's expression and said, "I'm sorry, I brought up something that's sad for you."
Ren Xiaosu did not try to hide it. Right now, he should be behaving like a grieving refugee. He paused for a moment before saying, "Stronghold 178 doesn't accept outsiders."
Wang Shengzhi smiled and said, "I'm on good terms with Commander Zhang there. Who knows, I might be able to put in a good word for you. Even if that doesn't work, we can't just leave you here in the wilderness."
Ren Xiaosu thought for a long time before saying, "Alright, thank you."
At this moment, Ren Xiaosu's injuries were indeed very serious. His limbs were filled with a sense of powerlessness, and he did not even have the ability to take care of himself.
His injuries were too serious this time, so he had to find an opportunity to apply the black medicine on himself as soon as possible.
When the convoy got back on the road, Ren Xiaosu casually asked, "People from the Central Plains rarely come to the Northwest. Why did y 'all come to such a poor place?"
The young girl did not seem to be wary of him and said, "We're here to reopen the trade route to the Northwest."
Ren Xiaosu pondered this. Reopen the trade route? Would the Soong Clan that traversed this trade route agree to it?
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