Chapter 479: Drum Sound

Wu Mingxiao struck his final blow, severed the last neck, and sheathed his blade.

His physical strength was almost exhausted, so he used the scabbard to support his body on the ground, adjusted his breathing for a moment, and then walked toward Li Miao.

"Brother Li, let's enter the city."

Li Miao narrowed his eyes and lifted his finger.

"Drive."

The bandits pulling the carts shuddered in unison, hurriedly pulling the carts, stepping over the corpses on the ground, and heading inside the city gate.

Passing by the corpses, Li Miao glanced at them.

"Even elite imperial guards should retreat if casualties exceed thirty percent; these people fought to the last man without retreating... It's interesting that such a backwater would produce a bunch of elite soldiers."

"It seems that relying on Wu Mingxiao alone would really not be enough to get through this Kangfu County."

While he was pondering, the carts entered the city.

The moment he crossed the city gate, Wu Mingxiao, who was walking at the front of the convoy, shuddered violently.

It wasn't because of the cold; after all, he was a decent expert, and even though he practiced Japanese martial arts that didn't emphasize internal energy, the slight chill of early spring wouldn't cause such a reaction.

His shivering was more of an instinctive reaction.

It was just like the feeling he had when fighting Japanese pirates in Dengzhou, when someone touched his back and his hair stood on end.

Wu Mingxiao instinctively wanted to draw his blade and retreat, but he suddenly realized, turned his head to look at Li Miao, who was feigning sleep on the cart, and couldn't help but sneer in his heart.

That's right, where was there any room for him to shoulder the burden today?

As if hearing his thoughts, Li Miao suddenly raised his hand and stretched.

"Haah—Alright, little brother, go take care of the children."

"You can't handle the muddy waters of this Kangfu County."

"I'll do it."

Having said that, he stepped off the cart.

The bandits scrambled to run to both sides, knelt down with a thud in unison, knocked their foreheads against the ground, and cold sweat dripped down.

Wu Mingxiao went to the back to take care of the infants.

Li Miao walked to the front of the carts and scanned the houses along the street.

Wu Mingxiao didn't know why he had suddenly trembled, but Li Miao knew the reason—it was because he had been scanned by too many gazes, causing a stress reaction.

Behind every window and every door crack in this Kangfu County, there was a pair of eyes staring firmly at Li Miao's group.

More accurately, they were staring at the infants on the carts.

And with Li Miao's hearing, he could even hear the owners of these eyes muttering some fragmented words in low voices.

"Children... the children are back..."

"They aren't dead..."

"Which one is my child..."

The voices varied from men, women, old, and young, and the emotions contained within were also chaotic.

There was fear, sorrow, joy, and hatred.

The emotions were extremely sharp and surging; they should have been pushing their bodies out the door and rushing over.

Yet not a single movement occurred.

Some even sobbed uncontrollably, but hurriedly covered their mouths, not daring to make a sound. Hands raised and pressed against the door panels, then trembled and dropped, clutching their clothes tightly.

Li Miao's gaze turned cold.

"Heh, 'roads are filled with eyes,' is that it?"

"I want to see what kind of thing is doing such a great deed!"

Having said that, he stepped forward and walked toward the County Magistrate's Yamen.

Kangfu County was not large, with a population of less than ten thousand. Even though the heavily injured bandits pulled the carts slowly, after the time it takes for a stick of incense to burn, Li Miao stood outside the County Magistrate's Yamen. ===== CHAPTER 480 =====