Chapter 221

"Two lords, listen to my explanation."

Shen Jing Bin smiled fawningly, "In my opinion, things are actually not that simple; you think about it, it's noon now, logically Jiang Li and the others should have been discovered long ago, how could they fight only now?"

"It must be those bandits who saw Jiang Li and the others exploring the path, guessed that we would have big moves soon, and simply struck first."

"So they deliberately made a movement on the mountainside to attract the main force to rescue, so that they just happened to fall into the traps they had set in advance."

"As the main official, how can I risk the lives of the soldiers? It's better to follow the original plan and burn the mountain with fire."

That makes a lot of sense.

The two county magistrates looked at each other, speechless for a while.

Du Ruo sneered, "But what if General Shen is overthinking, and the people fighting on it are my husband and the others?"

Shen Jing Bin sighed, "Even if it were them, three against four hundred, by the time I lead the troops to kill them, I'm afraid I'll only be in time to collect their corpses."

He pretended to comfort Du Ruo, "Lady Du, please restrain your grief."

Du Ruo almost spat in his face.

Restrain your g, sooner or later, she would castrate this waste!

Du Ruo closed her eyes and took a deep breath, then opened them, and said firmly to Xianling Li: "General Shen can ignore Jiang Li's life, but as a wife, knowing he is in danger, I cannot not save him."

"My Lord, goodbye."

After saying this, Du Ruo turned and was about to run up the mountain.

Xianling Li hurriedly had someone stop her, "How can you save him? How is this any different from sending yourself to death?"

Du Ruo's tone was sonorous, "Even if I have to die, I want to die with him!"

This, Xianling Li was in a dilemma.

Just at this moment, Xianling Lin, who hadn't said much, spoke, and his words were to his subordinates behind him, "Immediately gather everyone and follow this official up the mountain!"

"Yes, My Lord."

Xianling Li looked at him, "Xianling Lin, you are..."

Xianling Lin barely pulled the corner of his mouth, "Lady Du is right, others can ignore Ruonan's life, but as a father, I cannot watch her die."

Xianling Li was stunned first, then suddenly realized.

No wonder since Jiang Li and the others left, Lord Lin had been worried; it turned out that Lin Ruonan was Lord Lin's son.

He really hid it deep enough.

During the conversation, the dozen or so constables brought by Xianling Lin from Lingbi Xian had gathered.

Xianling Li gritted his teeth and signaled Wei Ming next to him, "You go too, call everyone from our Wutou Xian."

Wei Ming had long been anxious, and hearing this, he answered loudly and ran away.

Shen Jing Bin was dumbfounded, "I say two lords, what are you doing?"

"What are we doing? Naturally going to save people." Xianling Li laughed twice, his laughter filled with sarcasm, "Since General Shen likes burning with fire so much, then just burn it, burn this official and Lord Lin to death on Yugui Shan, and take our ashes back to report to the Prefect!"

Shen Jing Bin: "..."

These two old guys were deliberately opposing him, right?

Before he could open his mouth to persuade, the constables of Wutou Xian also arrived, and more than thirty people hurried up the mountain.

Looking at their backs, Shen Jing Bin was furious, but helpless.

"All of them rushing to find death, sick!"

Xunhua next to him asked timidly, "Young Master, then, are we still burning the mountain..."

Shen Jing Bin glared at him, "Do you believe I'll burn you?"

How could he burn it in this situation? Those were imperial officials; if they were really burned to death, his uncle Prefect Su wouldn't peel his skin.

Forget it, wait a bit longer.

If Xianling Li and the others succeeded, the credit would naturally still be his;

If they unfortunately died in the line of duty, that was their own stubbornness, not listening to advice, and it had nothing to do with him.

Hmm, just do it like this.

In a short moment, Shen Jing Bin had already drafted the whole manuscript.

After Du Ruo and the others went up the mountain, they didn't rush forward regardless.

Instead, they used bamboo poles to explore the path carefully.

The soldier before had told them with a bloody lesson that there were many terrible traps on the mountain.

It was just very strange, climbing several mountain peaks, but the road was smooth, and they didn't even encounter a blocking caterpillar.

The sound of fighting was getting closer and closer.

Among them were men's screams, and also the crying of women and children.

Everyone's expression became more and more solemn, and they didn't care about any traps anymore, speeding up their pace and running toward the source of the sound.

When they finally arrived at the scene, the scene before them stunned them.

In the dense jungle, two groups of people were entangled.

One of them was very familiar; although covered in blood and disheveled, that iconic beard, and that nearly two-meter tall height, could make anyone recognize him at a glance.

Who else could it be but Wang Bujiu?

Wang Bujiu held a horizontal sword and fought side by side with a young man who was equally disheveled.

That young man was about sixteen or seventeen, small and exquisite, but had good skills, a long whip dancing with wind, and Wang Bujiu's horizontal sword complemented each other.

However, it could be seen that both of them were exhausted and in danger.

Protected behind them were twenty or so old, weak, women, and children, all full of fear, trembling, and occasionally making crying sounds.

More than a dozen bloody corpses were already lying on the ground, looking like bandits killed by Wang Bujiu and Lin Ruonan.

And opposite them, thirty or forty miscellaneous soldiers were still rushing toward them one after another; although they generally didn't have high martial arts, or even no combat power, they won by having many people.

If they continued to entangle like this, even if Wang Bujiu and the others weren't killed, they would be exhausted to death.

"Ruonan!" Xianling Lin's eyes were splitting, and he waved at the people behind him, "Go up for this official!"

The constables joined the battle one after another.

In this way, the situation immediately reversed.

The constables were trained, had martial arts foundation, and rushed over with a whoosh, like wolves and tigers.

Seeing the situation was bad, the miscellaneous soldiers turned and wanted to escape.

Laughable, they couldn't escape at all.

Without the blessing of traps and poison, these bandits were ordinary refugees, plus their morale had already collapsed, and soon they were chopped down one by one like winter melons.

Wang Bujiu and Lin Ruonan could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Once this breath was relaxed, people couldn't stand up, and slumped down.

Both of their faces were pale, as if they had just crawled out of the gate of hell.

Xianling Lin hurriedly went over to check Lin Ruonan, his expression nervous, "How is it? Is there anything wrong?"

Lin Ruonan barely pulled the corner of his mouth, "Don't worry, My Lord, the subordinate is fine, just skin wounds."

Du Ruo also ran quickly to Wang Bujiu's side, first let the system check him, confirmed there was no major problem, and then asked the question with a tight throat.

"Where is Jiang Li? Where is he?"

(Just can't hit the point I want, so angry.)