Avoiding the car being smashed, Ling Chengyan found herself without any weapons in hand.
Zhao Dahu, both startled and anxious, shouted out, "Commander!"
"Go!" In the instant Ling Chengyan shouted the single word, her body leaned back, dodging a pickaxe that swung by.
The heavy pickaxe carried a low whooshing sound as it brushed past her face; if she hadn’t dodged in ti, it would have left her seriously injured, if not dead.
From the tools these people held—shovels, pickaxes, and other farm implents—it was clear they were local residents. Ling Chengyan initially refrained from using force, not expecting that these people had long blackened their hearts.
Their attacks were ruthless, clearly accustod to violence and murder. They were far from the honest and simple farrs they once were.
Ling Chengyan stopped holding back, quickly flipping her hand, causing the man holding the pickaxe to feel a tremor in his grip. The heavy pickaxe slipped from his hand and instantly ended up in the hands of the female soldier, Ling Chengyan.
In the man’s hand, the pickaxe was rely a tool swung wildly around; in Ling Chengyan’s hand, it was different—a clumsy, heavy farm tool wielded with vigor and precision. Each strike sent at least one opponent to the ground. In the blink of an eye, the few blocking the car were swiftly cleared.
She gestured towards the car, "Go!"
Zhao Dahu gritted his teeth, eyes flushed, as he slamd down on the accelerator, and the car roared forward, speeding over a hundred ters, rounding a bend before pulling up alongside the road.
He grabbed the weapon from beneath the seat and ran back with large strides.
Without the car headlights, the entire mountain road fell into darkness.
While Zhao Dahu was driving, Ling Chengyan noticed a car parked against the rocks; in a hurried glance, she saw only the license plate—it was a civilian vehicle from Su Province.
Rembering the brutality of these people, Ling Chengyan dared not imagine too kindly about the driver of that car. At the sa ti, she felt even angrier at these highwayn and murderers, striking with even less rcy.
More people than she initially saw surrounded her; she knocked down at least a dozen or so before no one dared charge at her again.
She planted the pickaxe on the ground and softly exhaled.
This life, she had never killed with such fervor before. Even on a battlefield with hot weapons, while increasing destructive power, it also widened the distance between adversaries.
Regaining her composure, Ling Chengyan walked towards that car, where the driver’s side door was open, and a person lay sprawled over the steering wheel, their arm hanging limply. Having witnessed ancient battlegrounds firsthand, Ling Chengyan instantly knew the person was dead.
She circled the car, reaching the back, and saw a person half-lying against the rocks.
The night was too dark to see the person’s condition, but she heard faint breathing.
Ling Chengyan nudged them with the pickaxe in her hand, "Are you awake?"
"Mm." The other was beaten unconscious, spared from death, and had thought they might end up here for good, not expecting another car to arrive.
At that ti, they wondered, "Is this company?" Moreover, the person getting out turned out to be a young female soldier!
Who would have thought, the female soldier was truly formidable. Those fierce bandits turned into re scarecrows before her, losing their combat abilities in the blink of an eye.
Ha, indeed, when a woman is strong, n are rendered irrelevant.
They weakly acknowledged, "Remarkable."
Ling Chengyan sneered, "Where are you from?"
"Yun Port."
Only then did Ling Chengyan step forward, pulling the person up from the ground... then heard Zhao Dahu’s call, "Commander... Commander..."
He shouted several tis, his voice gradually trembling with a hint of sobbing.
Zhao Dahu ran back desperately, finding an eerie silence with no one standing. Fear engulfed him, chilling from the depths of his heart, causing his body to shiver.
If the commander were to be hard this ti... he’d never forgive himself his entire life.
"I’m here!" Ling Chengyan’s voice indicated.
"Commander!" In surprise and joy, Zhao Dahu cried out, quickly wiping his eyes and sprinting toward the sound.
Handing the person over to Zhao Dahu, Ling Chengyan still returned to the car to check on the driver.
As expected, it was futile.
Transferring the driver to their vehicle, Ling Chengyan and Zhao Dahu began tying up the bandits scattered on the ground, throwing them into the car’s compartnt. Then they drove both vehicles, leaving the scene.
They had just left when seven or eight more n arrived, carrying shovels and pickaxes, dumbfounded upon seeing the empty mountain road.
"Old Third, where’s the car you ntioned? And where are Zhuzi and his n?" A sowhat hoarse voice questioned.
"Ah, I don’t know either..." Called ’Zhuzi’, he snapped from his shock, filled with terror.
Not only was the car gone, but even their villagers were missing; this wasn’t just a case of the hijacked vehicle escaping.
Could it be... they were captured?
Zhuzi felt a shiver rise from his feet, shooting up his spine straight to his head, causing his heart and liver to tremble.
"Fourth Uncle, I... I have a stomachache, let Liangzi take ho... Ow..." Bent over, he cried out in pain repeatedly, clutching his cousin’s arm as they left the road. After walking so distance, the two brothers sprinted away, not even returning to the village, fleeing to avoid disaster.
Ling Chengyan and Zhao Dahu sped off in two vehicles, bypassing the county town and heading straight for the city division, presenting their credentials to seek assistance.
The two individuals in the car were urgently sent to the hospital. After detailing the events, Ling Chengyan was also admitted to the hospital—her arm was injured.
Examination revealed dislocation of the arm, with multiple contusions and impact wounds!
Zhao Dahu looked at Ling Chengyan with her arm in a sling and cried, "Commander, it’s all my fault..."
Ling Chengyan patted his arm, shook her head, and smiled, "You did well. Without your calm and composure, we might not have escaped so easily."
After communication between the local division and Huicheng Division, Zhao Dahu and Ling Chengyan were released. The local division even asked if they required a driver, which Ling Chengyan politely declined.
The two did not return but continued on their mission to Chu Province, completing their task and returning to Huicheng ten days later. Although Ling Chengyan’s arm was still in a sling, it had already healed.
Due to her injury, Ling Chengyan was granted half a month’s leave without driving duties, yet she continued her duties as a commander.
Not having to take the car out ant Ling Chengyan spent noticeably more ti at ho, taking little Wang Wenzhang to school in the morning, picking him up at noon and night, which delighted young Wang Wenzhang.
"Is Commander Ling’s hand better?" a child’s parent greeted Ling Chengyan.
"Yes, much better, thank you," Ling Chengyan replied with a gentle smile, noticing Wang Wenzhang still clinging to the seesaw unwillingly, so she stayed to play with the child for a while.
"The midday break is so short; aren’t you going ho to cook?" The parent asked again.
Ling Chengyan glanced at her, raising her arm, "My hand isn’t convenient; the child’s father is cooking at ho."
"Oh, you’re truly fortunate," the woman, holding her child who refused to leave, hurried off. After walking so distance, Ling Chengyan heard her scolding her son, "You think everyone is like Wang Wenzhang’s mom, everything handed to them? When I get ho, I have to cook and do laundry; if I don’t hurry ho, are you planning on drinking northwest wind? Co on, move it!..."
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