Plotting with You: The Forensic Scientist in Ancient Times!-Chapter 123 - 122: Kill Them All

Zhu Yu indeed did not expect that after so long, the four of them were still entangled with a Centurion.

Although the imperial guard of Jin Country is famous for their bravery and fighting prowess, Situ Jing, as the son of General Situ, not only holds the position of Commander but also carries the honorary title of Upper Light Vehicle Captain.

Even though this honorary title has no real power, being conferred such a title by Emperor Jin shows that this Little General Situ is definitely not someone who gained fame by virtue of his family alone, but someone who has real skills and has made meritorious contributions, earning his honor.

How could such a general be unable to defeat a Centurion?

That really doesn’t make sense.

What’s more, Zhu Yu has seen a bit of the power of talismans, and according to the Fu Lu, Lu Qing is far superior to his brothers.

With these four on the battlefield, the first thing should be to pin that Pang Centurion to the ground, which is the scene one would expect.

But now, looking at it, although the four do not seem exhausted, they appear very passive.

"They don’t want to hurt that Centurion." Yan Daoxin, observing from the side, had already understood what was going on, "The Centurion is fighting like a madman. In such a situation, they want to subdue him without harming him, which makes their strength useless...

Tsk tsk tsk... This fight is terribly uncomfortable to watch, really unbearable."

While speaking, he reached towards his sleeve, only to realize that dressed up as the personal attendant of the Golden-faced Imperial Censor, he was wearing the runic attire. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

So he quickly stuck his hand inside his clothes, pulling out a slender hollow bamboo tube. Then he fumbled a bit, taking out a red pellet-like thing, carefully placing it into the bamboo tube, and measured it against his mouth, seemingly gauging the distance.

Then he suddenly shouted to Lu Qing and his group: "All of you, move away!"

When Yan Daoxin shouted, Lu Qing was in the midst of a melee with Pang Centurion. He intended to use his sword to disarm the Centurion, not expecting the opponent to grab the sword as if he felt no pain.

Lu Qing’s sword is incredibly sharp, almost capable of slicing iron like mud. If he forcibly withdrew the sword at this moment, the Centurion’s hand would be severely sliced.

If this person was truly rebelling, defying authority, then he would deserve death without any hesitation.

But after much fighting, Lu Qing grew more certain the person was simply not in his right mind, behaving very abnormally.

Situ Jing mentioned that previous unusual individuals within the camp had died suddenly. No one knew the exact cause, leaving this Centurion the only living clue.

While pondering how to proceed, suddenly hearing Yan Daoxin shout, Lu Qing quickly released the sword gripped by the Centurion and pulled Situ Jing aside.

Situ Jing was about to charge forward but was unexpectedly pulled back by the Golden-faced Imperial Censor, feeling puzzled. Instinctively wanting to break free, he found the opponent’s strength overwhelming. Although he was confident in his strength, he could not escape from the grip, being dragged quickly away more than a foot.

The two skilled guards of the Golden-faced Imperial Censor also retreated quickly without hesitation once the command was given, adding no delay.

As Situ Jing watched in confusion, the man in the veil hat stepped forward and blew something through the bamboo tube aimed at the Centurion.

Pang Centurion, initially disoriented when the other four abruptly withdrew, saw someone approaching and immediately charged towards the man in the veil hat.

In the next instant, a pellet flew and struck his face, exploding to envelop Pang Centurion in a red mist.

Instantly, the fierce Pang Centurion paused within that small cloud of red mist, then collapsed with his eyes rolled back.

Those around never expected the fierce fight to end so unexpectedly and abruptly, leaving them momentarily unsure how to react.

Some feared the red mist spreading with the wind might incapacitate them as well, causing them to hurriedly move back.

"No need to panic," Yan Daoxin raised his voice to reassure those around, "The confusing smoke from this pellet needs to interact with the outer layer to be effective, the layer acting as the catalyst. Even inhaling the smoke directly will do no harm."

Hearing this, those nearby exhaled in relief, stopping their retreat.

Situ Jing adjusted his slightly erratic breathing, then sternly scanned the surroundings with a sharp gaze, "What happened? Everything was fine when I left, why did Pang Centurion suddenly become like this?

Who was with him tonight?"

"General, it was... it was me..." A trembling Squad Leader emerged from the crowd, kneeling on one knee and cupping his fists, "Centurion was on night duty tonight. Before dinner, he retrieved the night patrol waist card and after eating, organized the night duties for us brothers.

Everything seemed normal, nothing appeared amiss.

Later I took five others to patrol the east of the camp and suddenly heard screams from the south, hearing someone shout Pang Centurion’s name. We thought something happened and rushed over to check.

But... but then..."

He shivered, unable to continue.

"What happened?" Situ Jing frowned tightly, "A grown man shouldn’t hesitate in speaking! Who was patrolling with Pang Centurion tonight?"

The Squad Leader, pale-faced, shook his head at Situ Jing: "General... There were five brothers patrolling the south side of the camp with Centurion tonight... When we arrived, they... they were all killed by Centurion himself..."

Those words not only stunned Situ Jing but also baffled the soldiers who had rushed over to assist, unaware of what chaos had erupted in the camp.

This Pang Centurion was one of the older Centurions among the Li State’s stationed troops, reportedly with a family back home. His oldest son is about the same age as the youngest soldiers, and thus he usually treats the soldiers under him with extra kindness. He personally handles matters and shares credit with all, shouldering as much blame as possible.

Nobody expected such a beloved Centurion to personally kill his soldiers, not just one or two, but five!