The Empress's No.1 Lackey-Chapter 1212 - 648: General Zhao, Long Time No See
Then, a few bandit soldiers escorted the three women into a tent at the edge of the camp.
The surrounding refugees took in this scene, looking at Zhao Douan with glances of either sympathy or disdain.
...
Once they were far away, Han Zhao whispered:
"Mr. Zhao, are you planning to take action?"
Zhao Douan nodded, his gaze cold:
"Rest assured, with our strength, unless the Heavenly Human steps in, and as long as we don’t get caught in an army, no one in Yunfu can stop us. Shall we proceed? Would you mind joining forces with me to eliminate those Liao people?"
He gestured with his eyes to a group of dozens of Liao Clan warriors near the flying boat further away in the camp.
Han Zhao chuckled: "Half each."
"Alright."
The two spoke as they left the camp, heading toward the flying boat.
"What are you doing?"
A few bandit soldiers noticed them. Zhao Douan merely glanced at them, and they immediately fell to the ground, lifeless.
"Gibberish..."
At this moment, the Liao Clan warriors by the flying boat also noticed the two approaching together and stood up warily, loudly saying something.
Zhao Douan and Han Zhao rushed forward simultaneously, each aiming for half of them.
These warriors, each comparable to a cultivation martial artist, were like helpless sheep against the two.
Zhao Douan drew the Chasing Saber, and as the blade flashed, a head flew off, yet he still had the leisure to watch Han Zhao.
This priest didn’t use any spell, instead, he charged into the crowd barehanded, his movements agile like a great bird or a monkey, enhanced by the "Wind Control Skill".
His hands moved swiftly, each time pressing on a warrior’s chest, easily shattering their organs.
Seeing this, Zhao Douan clicked his tongue in wonder, thinking to himself, is he really a magician or a martial artist?
In the blink of an eye, corpses littered the ground around the two.
Han Zhao clapped his hands and landed, taking a deep breath, suddenly sending out over a dozen circles of mana radiance, his energy increasing instead of waning.
"This is..." Zhao Douan shook off the blood from his blade, looking curious.
Han Zhao chuckled, explaining:
"My cultivation method is quite special. Before a fight, I bet my life against these people. If I lose, my cultivation decreases, but if I win, my mana increases.
To be honest, Mr. Zhao, my Worldly Realm cultivation was actually won back then during a gamble with a Worldly Realm cultivator."
Cultivation can be won?
Zhao Douan was momentarily stunned, marveling at the wonders of these magicians...
He recalled hearing that Han Zhao possessed a Lifebound Talisman called the Dice of Fate, which could alter his personal fortune... also a mysterious thing.
"I see. Since I am friends with Yu Xiu and Jin Jian, Brother Han, there’s no need to call me ’sir’ so formally," Zhao Douan said with a smile.
"Had I known, I would have let you handle all those Liao people."
Han Zhao waved his hand:
"I couldn’t handle it all; too many, and I wouldn’t be able to deal with them all..."
While the two chatted, they casually slaughtered all the Liao people. This scene caused a stir among the refugees in the camp.
Especially those who, earlier, thought him "useless", were now dumbfounded, exclaiming:
"Murder...."
At the same time, screams came from the tents at the edge of the camp. Through the illuminated tents, a head could be vaguely seen falling, blood spraying onto the tent.
Then, a green jade flying sword tore through the tent, in a flash, circling the large camp.
All the bandit soldiers clutched their necks, falling to the ground in pain.
Killing like a butcher with dogs!
"An immortal elder... it’s an immortal elder here to save us..."
By now, some refugees finally reacted, kneeling and kowtowing.
Zhao Douan and Han Zhao walked over, just as three women emerged from a tent.
Tuoba Weizhi was using a piece of rag to wipe her bloodstained fists.
With the flame igniting the tent, Zhao Douan glanced at the heir of Prince Mu kneeling inside, headless, and couldn’t help but say:
"...It wasn’t necessary to be so brutal..."
Tuoba Weizhi lowered her head in shame:
"This servant will be more careful next time."
Yu Xiu raised her hand and recalled the flying sword, saying indifferently:
"This guy knew very little. I only managed to ask our location, roughly here."
She drew a simple map on the ground:
"We are here, the main force of the Liao Clan is here, and there are many recruitment teams scattered in this area..."
Zhao Douan glanced and said:
"Understood, the main force of the Liao Clan has too many experts. I think instead of taking the risk to break through, we should first rendezvous with Zhao Shixiong. Additionally, we should leave quickly to avoid our movements being tracked."
No one had objections, and they all looked to him for guidance.
Seeing this, Zhao Douan turned and briefly told the thousands of refugees a few words, without introducing his identity, he just pointed them in a direction:
"You can head that way, you won’t encounter the Liao people."
Then, without further attention to these people who revered him like a deity, he and his group headed straight to the flying boat.
In no time, under Tuoba Weizhi’s control, large mindless birds flapped their wings, dragging the flying boat gradually into the air.
Carrying five people towards the northern border city.
Leaving only the bonfires burning on the ground, and the thousands of refugees as if dreaming.
...
...
Inside the Capital Commandery Commander’s Office at the Border City.
It was brightly lit.
Zhao Shixiong sat in the hall, once again listening to the reports from a group of subordinates.
"...General, according to the scout reports, the Liao Clan’s ’recruitment’ team is driving the refugees, approaching the border city, transporting supplies for them..."
"It’s evident they are trying to deplete our forces with these ’bandit soldiers’ formed by the populace. I suggest we just defend the border city, do not get deceived. Once we leave the city, a large influx of people will be very troublesome."
"Then what if the Liao Clan forces the populace to storm the city gates?"
"Ha, this is a battlefield, I think everyone understands what’s more important."
"...Everyone, more importantly is the main force of the Liao Clan, at the current pace, they’ll arrive in at most two days, maybe even sooner. By then, if we can’t hold the city, let alone those people, we here will have no retreat."
Zhao Shixiong quietly listened, with one elbow on the table, supporting his forehead with his hand.
At this moment, another leader quickly stepped inside from outside the hall and said:
"General, urgent report from the front! Our scouts in the Southwest Territory have sent back vital information!"
Zhao Shixiong, seemingly dozing off, suddenly lifted his head, his gaze sharp:
"Speak!"
"Yes." The leader took out a secret letter from his chest, tore it open in front of everyone, and unfolded the paper:
"...Near the main camp of the Liao Clan, the Great La Ba Riot, suspected battle with a Heavenly Human... The leader of the Liao Clan ordered a search for infiltrators..."
The border army also had scouts ambushed in the Great Territory, and what returned was indeed the battle involving Old Heavenly Master and Song Zhi.
Hearing this, everyone present looked shocked, even Zhao Shixiong was stunned.
Heavenly Human battle?
At this time, who among the Heavenly Humans would be in the Liao Clan territory?
Surely it couldn’t be His Majesty single-handedly riding into the Great Territory?
Zhao Shixiong couldn’t understand, though it wasn’t without speculation, as the known Heavenly Humans were only a few, countable on fingers.
But the problem was, he hadn’t received any information, nor did he know what had happened, leaving him unable to guess.
"General, the internal strife in the Liao Clan is good news." One leader was pleased.
Yet Zhao Shixiong wasn’t as optimistic, being the commander he instinctively worried over such unknown changes.
Soon, the meeting dispersed, and Zhao Shixiong returned to his chambers.
Gongsun was out on night patrol tonight and wasn’t at home. He undressed and lay down, but couldn’t fall asleep.
Forcing himself to sleep fitfully, in his haze, he vaguely heard the crow of roosters in the city, Zhao Shixiong opened his eyes to find faint morning light outside the window.
He got up wearily, donned his outer garment, and stepped out into the courtyard.
The sky was not yet bright, but dawn had just faded, and the whole sky above the border city was covered with thin gray clouds.
Suddenly, hoofbeats came from outside the commander’s office, Zhao Shixiong thought for a moment, assuming Gongsun had returned from the night patrol.
Sure enough, shortly after, from the direction of Moon Gate, the female officer Gongsun appeared in a hurry, carrying two swords on her back, followed by five cloaked figures with concealed faces.
"General, look who I’ve brought for you!" Gongsun was full of excitement.
Zhao Shixiong paused, ever since the Liao Clan dispatched troops, his wife hadn’t smiled.
What’s happened today?
"Wife, who are these..." Zhao Shixiong looked puzzled at the group.
The cloaked figures walked into the courtyard under the dim morning light, the one in front reached out to lift the cloak, revealing a handsome face.
Zhao Douan smiled and said, "General Zhao, long time no see."
