SWDnovel Chapter 30 Deadly
Chapter 30 Deadly
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The soldier had deserted without permission, and the squad leader had already stabbed him through the heart with a single blow. He screamed desperately that he was not allowed to escape!
however.
This is like a signal.
The camp was filled with groups of officers and soldiers who were resisting. At that moment, countless soldiers turned around and fled, causing the groups that were resisting to collapse and scatter!
And panic is contagious.
The panicked cries of countless people fleeing echoed throughout the camp.
Immediately, the entire camp collapsed!
If there were still government troops putting up a fight, even if the bandits rushed into the camp, they could only occupy an area near the camp gate. There were only a few dozen mounted bandits who set fire to the camp, and many of them had already been killed.
now.
The soldiers collapsed, abandoning their weapons and fleeing in panic!
Even though there was a commander who was quite strict with his subordinates and could keep his soldiers in check.
However, the one-eyed bandit leader was quite clever. With a flick of his spear, he threw down the corpse of Iron General, and with a point of his spear, a team of elite bandits immediately rushed in.
Like a mighty river surging forth, the remaining resistance of the officers and soldiers was like a reef being swept away and submerged.
Even the military commander, who was wearing a robe on the carriage, was helped down and escorted back by several servants.
"This...this is how we lost?" Xiao Jiling was shocked.
With such a commotion at the front camp, and the tents behind Yang Silang open, the porters and laborers, who weren't dead, had already run out.
I witnessed firsthand how the officers and soldiers went from resistance to collapse.
"Master Zhu, what should we do?" Wang Daniu was a little confused.
Master Zhu clapped his hands and shouted.
"What else can we do? Run, of course!"
"What are you standing there for?"
The porters immediately turned and fled. The soldiers had all fled, so why weren't they running?
When bandits attack, they don't care if you're a soldier or a laborer. If they get carried away and kill you, they'll stab you. Who can live a second life?
The porters and laborers pouring out from the other tents were already in complete chaos.
Some fled backwards, some clever ones tried to grab a mule and ride away, while others panicked and ran like ants on a hot pan, disoriented and unable to discern directions, heading straight for the bloody millstone of the front camp.
The supply battalion of nearly a thousand men was scattered all over the ground, mainly fleeing backwards.
"Stay close to me..."
Master Zhu shouted and immediately fled backward.
Fortunately, the porters from the Sanshui community were all nearby setting up tents.
He ran and shouted, and most of the hardened men in the gang followed. Some others, however, were taken away somewhere because the camp was full of chaotic crowds.
The supply depot was located on the edge of the camp, making it easy to escape.
Unfortunately, today's arrangement puts the Sanshui Society members near the front camp, meaning they have to pass through the entire supply camp.
There's no time to complain now; all they can do is keep their heads down and run for their lives.
A platoon leader, leading a dozen or so soldiers, blocked the back gate of the supply camp with swords drawn, forbidding anyone from escaping. He shouted hoarsely, "Go back! Go back!"
But at this moment, how could a dozen people stop a group of people from escaping?
The crowd surged forward, and countless people trampled them, leaving them speechless as they were stepped on by countless large feet.
In addition, four car frames were overturned as people fled.
Yang Silang rushed past with the crowd, his feet slippery and slick, not knowing who he had stepped on, but he didn't care at the moment.
They finally left the supply depot.
However, the shouts of battle grew closer and closer, and arrows even whizzed down around them.
A man was running beside Yang Silang when an arrow whistled down and struck him squarely in the forehead. The man's body went limp and he collapsed, lifeless.
however.
After running for a while, the road ahead was crowded with people, and the escape speed slowed down as a large group of people surged together.
The porters mostly worked empty-handed, pushing and shoving with their bare hands, so they couldn't go very fast.
Yang Silang carried a bamboo carrying pole—he didn't even abandon it when pushing a wheelbarrow, because it was his equipment that could add 15 points of strength.
There was a large crowd ahead, and the pushing and shoving made it difficult to run fast.
He knocked several people down with a carrying pole and ran from behind Master Zhu to the front of the crowd.
Now that you're running away, what's the point of hiding your strength?
A carrying pole was swung vigorously, and the people blocking the way were pushed aside like chicks.
Once the view is clear and the road ahead is visible, then...
Wang Daniu immediately cursed, "Damn it!"
It turned out that a few clever people were pushing several wheelbarrows loaded with pay to escape.
He probably realized he wasn't running fast enough, and the sound of his pursuers was getting closer and closer. In a panic, he abandoned the wheelbarrow on the road.
The wheelbarrow is now overturned, and the gleaming copper coins are scattered all over the ground, trampled into the muddy soil by people's feet.
Nobody cares about picking up the money now, but those wheelbarrows are blocking most of the road.
Normally, everyone would calmly stop, clear a space, and a few laborers would go up, lift the cart, and push it off the road.
But now, with hundreds or even thousands of people crammed into this small area, arrows raining down from behind, accompanied by cries and shouts from within the camp, it's clear that pushing the cart is impossible.
"Quick, go around from below..."
"We've practiced stance training, so we're not afraid of the rough terrain below."
Master Zhu hurriedly shouted and led the porters down the dirt road.
Fortunately, the moonlight was bright tonight, and the dirt road was full of ditches and bumps, with large stones blocking the way.
The tough guys from Sanshui Society can climb stakes even with heavy loads, and now, empty-handed, they are all running across the wilderness with all their might.
Some laborers wanted to learn from them, but they were much slower.
After circling around for more than ten feet, Master Zhu led everyone back onto the main road. This time, nothing could stop them from running away.
He roughly counted the number of people and found that Sanshui had produced more than forty hard-footed men.
When he first started running away, he could still gather about thirty people around him. But when he got here, only about twenty people remained. It's unclear whether the rest of them died or scattered.
"I'm afraid I've messed up this team leader job!" he thought to himself, trembling.
There's no guarantee that we won't lose our lives here.
It was at this moment.
Suddenly, a fierce battle erupted from behind, the sharp sounds piercing the sky.
The cries and pleas for mercy from the porters, laborers, and even the fleeing soldiers blocked by the wheelbarrows echoed throughout the area.
It turned out to be dozens of government cavalrymen who drove their horses directly into the crowd, trampling flesh and blood everywhere, smashing through wheelbarrows and the crowded people, almost forcing a bloody path through them.
Although several riders fell from their horses.
But the majority of the cavalry charged through, their men and horses stained crimson with blood, a truly terrifying sight.
Wherever they went, the scene on the ground was horrific.
A path of blood and gore seemed to have been carved out of the crowd by a giant boulder, with the survivors on both sides collapsing and nearly going mad, frantically scattering in all directions.
Now, the dozens of cavalrymen who charged out were much faster than men, and they fled at lightning speed.
Master Zhu hurriedly told everyone to get off the dirt road and make way for the main road, lest they become stepping stones for the horses and die unjustly.
Fortunately, the cavalrymen were in a hurry to escape and didn't have time to care about them.
Yang Silang could see it clearly.
Most of these cavalrymen were not wearing armor, indicating that they had gathered in a great hurry, but they all held long spears and carried bows and arrows at their waists, their weapons were neat and dripping with blood.
A few people, clad in full iron armor, were tightly protecting one person.
The man, dressed in a blue robe and riding a fine horse with a saddle inlaid with gold and silver, had his white thighs exposed to the cold winter, turning them blue. He was bare-chested and had exposed breasts; he was none other than the adjutant general who commanded this army.
The adjutant general took his personal guards and ran away.
Although the army was routed, and the mission to attack Hongtatian and relieve Yiling County was a complete failure, this lieutenant general clearly did not have the courage to perish with the army.
Not only did they flee, but they also brazenly drove their cavalry to fly through the air, killing their own soldiers and civilians.
The brigade commander's dozens of riders hurried past.
Master Zhu led the porters on their way.
Scattered corpses could be seen on the road; some had died from broken bones caused by impacts, while others had large gashes on their necks that nearly severed their heads.
Yang Silang guessed it was all the work of that lieutenant general's cavalry regiment; someone was always caught off guard, reacted too slowly, and blocked the way.
The group fled forward for another incense stick's time.
Yang Silang's ears twitched, and he shouted, "Get off the road quickly!"
He nimbly flipped down and lay down under a rock, covering his mouth.
The other porters weren't stupid either; they quickly got off the road to hide, each finding a place to conceal themselves and covering their mouths to keep quiet.
It only took a few breaths.
Horse hooves clatter.
Dozens of riders, their hooves thundering, carried bandits, each wearing a blue turban and armor, their weaponry even more impressive than that of government troops, and they gave chase.
The leader shouted loudly.
"Quick, after them!"
"We've caught that corrupt official! The magistrate has ordered him to be promoted three ranks and rewarded with a hundred taels of gold!"
Under the roadside stones.
Yang Silang was puzzled. "You're a bunch of bandits with no official organization. What brings you here, sir, and how did you get promoted three ranks?"