After Transmigration: Building a Kingdom in Turbulent Times-Chapter 884 - 870: Danger

Fu Tinghan met up with Fu An, who had gotten separated, halfway through. He wanted to go back to Zhao Hanzhang, and Fu An wanted to find him too, so the two of them moving against the flow were pushed aside by the refugees until they ran into each other.

Suddenly seeing each other, Fu An was overjoyed and hugged Fu Tinghan, crying bitterly. His crying suddenly made Fu Tinghan realize something.

The official road was narrow and crowded, making it difficult to find people, and even harder to move against the flow. It was better to withdraw first and look for a chance later.

Thus, even though he was anxious, he temporarily held back and forced himself to comfort Fu An, then led him forward in the direction of the crowd.

Halfway through, the refugees turned onto another road, not taking the route to Wu’an County. Fu Tinghan and Fu An were caught in the middle and couldn’t get out, so they were led to turn as well. He comforted himself, saying it was okay, he could just turn back once everyone was out.

As they entered the wilderness, the area widened and the crowd dispersed. He immediately pulled Fu An out of the center, wanting to go back.

But after taking a few steps, they were stopped.

It was a group of people. When Fu An stood in front of him, those sitting or lying around immediately stood up. Fu Tinghan quickly scanned them and estimated there were at least seventy to eighty people, so he wisely held onto Fu An and took off his armor to give to him.

Fu An’s eyes reddened; when had their lord ever suffered such humiliation?

If only the squad hadn’t been broken up...

Under their pressure, Fu An also took off his armor.

But they were not satisfied, eyeing Fu Tinghan’s purse, his jade crown, his clothing...

This made Fu An unhappy. Taking the purse was one thing, but the jade crown and clothing? So he stood in front of Fu Tinghan.

The young man opposite glanced at Fu Tinghan’s face and exposed skin; he hated pampered scholars most. He patted his hand with a knife and said, "Unwilling? Is the lord too pampered to know how to undress or remove his crown? No worries, we’ll help you."

The commotion was too loud, and Fu An’s anger echoed across the wilderness. Zhao Hanzhang heard it and immediately ran towards the sound.

Shi Hongtu and others hurriedly pulled Shi Le along. As they ran, Shi Le felt his wounds reopen, intuitively feeling his end was near, so he repeatedly begged them to stop.

But Zhao Hanzhang had already run off, and Shi Hongtu was worried about Fu Tinghan. How could they stop?

Zhao Hanzhang’s situation was not much better. The knife wound on her right shoulder kept bleeding; it seemed to have stopped before but reopened when capturing Shi Le. Coupled with the constant jostling as she moved, she was just holding on, determined not to collapse in front of Shi Le and the uncontrollable refugee mob.

Bumping into a few people along the way, Zhao Hanzhang finally followed the sound and found them. She saw Fu Tinghan and Fu An fighting with people; Fu Tinghan was barehanded, punching one person in the face, while Fu An broke free from the person holding his waist, kicking them in the side and knocking them to the ground.

Fu Tinghan then turned to grab another trying to punch Fu An, elbowing them in the stomach, causing them to clutch their belly and fall.

With the newly defeated two, five were already on the ground.

The master and servant duo complemented each other well.

Zhao Hanzhang couldn’t help but smile, striding forward. Suddenly, the man standing quietly behind Fu Tinghan raised a sickle and swung it at Fu Tinghan’s neck.

Zhao Hanzhang’s expression changed, and she rushed forward, slicing the man’s right arm off at the shoulder. The arm and sickle fell to the ground, and with a horrified scream, he clutched his shoulder, calling desperately, "Qi Lang, Qi Lang, save me, save me!"

The young man called Qi Lang frowned and glared at the approaching Zhao Hanzhang.

The firelight illuminated Zhao Hanzhang. Fu An, standing before Fu Tinghan, turned back and was overjoyed, "Mistress!"

Fu Tinghan left them and walked to Zhao Hanzhang’s side, his gaze sweeping over her shoulder, asking softly, "Are you okay?"

Zhao Hanzhang shook her head, pulling him behind her, then looked at the young man.

Fu An trotted over and stood obediently behind Zhao Hanzhang and Fu Tinghan.

The scene fell silent for a moment, only the cries of the wounded rolling on the ground. The red blood spread everywhere due to the rolling. Zhao Hanzhang glanced at it dispassionately, then raised her head to look at the young man.

Neither spoke at first.

Under Zhao Hanzhang’s gaze, the young man slightly averted his eyes. Noticing his own cowardice, he felt ashamed and angrily locked eyes with her, growling, "You dare, girl?!"

He surveyed Zhao Hanzhang, seeing her in armor and holding a knife nearing its edge, unsure of her identity, so he signaled his followers.

Immediately, two men brandishing knives rushed toward Zhao Hanzhang.

Zhao Hanzhang pushed Fu Tinghan behind her and stepped forward. Despite her injuries slowing her movements, she could still deal with two.

She understood that among refugees, survival of the fittest was common. She aimed to severely injure the two to deter others, allowing them to escape.

Unfortunately, she miscalculated. She intended to slice one shoulder, but he slipped on dirt, moving forward half an inch, and her knife cut his neck...

Normally, she could stop her blade, but today she was injured.

Seeing one dead, one wounded—no, counting the disarmed man, it was one dead, two wounded—Zhao Hanzhang looked expressionlessly at the young man.

With a life lost, things seemed complicated.

The young man didn’t expect her to be so formidable, feeling embarrassed and shouting angrily. Those sitting around stood.

Zhao Hanzhang’s eyebrows twitched as she scanned the surroundings.

Fu Tinghan subtly approached her and whispered, "There must be at least three hundred..."

Just then, Shi Hongtu and others came carrying Shi Le. Shi Le’s face was pale, looking about to die. His ropes were untied, and he was carried by two subordinates, Shi Hongtu, and Yu Fang.

The soldiers opened the path in front and couldn’t help but be delighted upon finding Zhao Hanzhang and Fu Tinghan, "Governor..."

The young man’s eyes lit up, staring at Zhao Hanzhang with suspicion, "Governor?"

Zhao Hanzhang’s brow twitched, an intense danger suddenly looming—something even she hadn’t felt facing Shi Le—so she quickly replied, "The Shi Army? Are you the Shi Army?"

Zhao Hanzhang focused her gaze on the young man, soon recognizing his armor, belonging to a general named Shi Hui close to Shi Le. The hole in the tiger skin belt was her doing; when she and Shi Le fiercely fought on the battlefield, he was nearby, alive before the battlefield collision.

Now his armor was on this young man, meaning Shi Hui was... dead?

Zhao Hanzhang couldn’t help but glance at Shi Le.