Capítulo 2089: Chapter 4: Rescued (Second Update)
Ran Qing was extrely excited, even discovering a very familiar mark on a tree.
The mark was a signal used by the Xia Family Army for communication; Ran Qing had seen Xia Geng draw such symbols in the study before!
The Xia Family Army left these symbols for their allies, yet who would have thought that the reinforcents they desperately awaited day and night did not arrive.
“They’re right inside!”
Ran Qing steadied her mind and took the lead, charging in first.
Due to the toxic miasma, everyone tried their best to hold their breath and even spoke as little as possible.
However, as their physical strength continued to wane, they inevitably inhaled so of the miasma.
Ti was pressing, and the antidote Zhen Xiuming brought wasn’t much; after giving another dose to Ran Qing and Ran Yan, they stored the rest for the Xia Family Army.
As the group moved further inside, the forest beca denser, but there were more and more signs indicating human presence.
The more they walked, the more they felt that Ran Qing’s intuition was indeed precise.
After walking in the dark for less than an hour, one of the people in the front suddenly made a gesture, and the group imdiately halted.
Once they stopped moving, the sound of fighting from ahead beca increasingly clear.
Ran Qing’s eyes trembled, as if she heard Xia Geng’s shouting. It wasn’t just her; even Ran Yan excitedly grasped her sister’s wrist: “Sis, it’s brother-in-law!”
Wasn’t it him?
At this ti, Xia Geng was leading the soldiers who were poisoned in their final stand. Initially, they were well hidden in this place.
But for unknown reasons, the Beirong people actually found them and dispatched a large force to kill them.
The Xia Family Army, though strong in combat, had inhaled too much toxic gas in the miasma and hadn’t eaten for days; their physical strength and fighting ability were far from their peak, making them re targets for the Beirong’s onslaught, seemingly left with only a grim fate.
However, fortunately, Xia Geng was resourceful, leading the soldiers to use the terrain to set up nurous traps for battle, making it difficult for Beirong to approach.
Nevertheless, Beirong’s attacks grew fiercer, and the Xia Family Army found it increasingly hard to resist.
“Soldiers, reinforcents are on their way; our Xia Family Army must not fall! As long as we have breath, we must not let the Beirong barbarians prevail!”
Xia Geng’s face was dirty, covered in bloody gri, both his own and the enemies’.
Yet his voice remained strong and unwavering; even in the dire situation, hearing the General’s shouts imbued the soldiers with fighting spirit unwilling to yield.
“Kill them!”
The Beirong people, seeing victory in sight, certainly would not relent, but as they charged forward with their curved blades raised, they were suddenly seized by an unknown force.
Upon lowering their gaze, their hearts had already been pierced through.
Before they could see their opponent clearly, they had lost their lives; such a master, where did they co from?
The dead would never know the answer, but the living were so frightened by the ghostly master that they dared not move, and so even began to retreat.
Beirong people often relied on brute strength, unlike the Central Plains people who valued strategy and inner strength, and they had never seen such martial experts.
But Xia Geng and the Xia Family Army had.
Xia Geng slashed an enemy and stared behind him.
That familiar yet slightly ungainly silhouette was so familiar that his eyes beca sowhat unfocused.
Unable to articulate how he felt, Xia Geng found his body unable to move, and the broadsword he’d held tightly for days, without ever letting go, was now involuntarily slipping toward the ground.
Qingqing, why have you co…
Though it was a question, he wasn’t surprised in his heart; with her disposition, knowing the news and not coming would be the true surprise.
“Fool! Still dazing when you’re almost dead!”
Ran Qing naturally saw the man she longed for, wielding her Longsword, she killed a Beirong attempting to ambush Xia Geng.
But before she could start chastising, she was suddenly embraced fiercely.
The embrace was still so warm, but the pungent scent of blood was invading her nose strongly; Ran Qing couldn’t help furrowing her brows, yet she refrained from speaking.
He had been trapped here for many days; with the way he cared for his subordinates, even if he was bleeding unceasingly, he would definitely save them.
If he were not wounded at this ti, that would be the real anomaly.
She understood him, so she did not waste words asking, “Are you hurt? How are you?”
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