Chapter 107: Minivans Crushing Everything

The cold night was terrifyingly quiet.

The minivan was still moving, yet the people inside were all frozen stiff.

This scene had happened too fast!

No one could react in time!

The Prince of Northern Pacification, Xiao Moting, had just fallen off the cliff like that!

That was a bottomless abyss; there was absolutely no possibility of survival.

The Prince of Northern Pacification they revered was gone!

Suddenly!

A hand firmly gripped the car window!

The minivan's window had already been shattered by iron arrows and was full of glass shards.

Xiao Dabao shook all over, "This is..."

Before he could finish, a figure vaulted up like a hawk!

Xiao Moting braced his hand against the window and flipped into the vehicle.

His handsome face was incomparably calm, his palm slashed by broken glass, a bloody mess.

"Prince!" Xiao Dabao wept with joy and lunged at him, "I thought you were dead and was just thinking about how to hold your funeral! I saw you get hit by an arrow, how are you not dead?"

Qin Zhan's tense face instantly relaxed.

Just as he was about to speak, he caught a glimpse of Xiao Dabao throwing himself onto Xiao Moting, practically wagging his tail.

The brow he had just relaxed immediately furrowed again.

"Xiao Dabao, you jinx, why are you cursing the Prince!"

"The Prince is injured, get off him!"

"I am fine! Kill Xiao Rui's personal guards!"

Xiao Moting ordered in a deep voice.

The Beijiang Army in the vehicle immediately snapped back to reality.

They could not let these thousand-plus people return to Shengjing alive!

Instantly, the Beijiang Army turned the vehicles around and rammed into the chaotic mass of over a thousand people.

"Boom— boom!"

Xiao Rui lay on the ground, his personal guards surrounding him, completely at a loss.

Caught off guard, they saw the fleeing minivan actually driving back and were instantly terrified.

"Quick, meet the enemy!"

"They have no more fire oil."

"Kill them, capture the scoundrels who killed the Second Prince, and avenge the Second Prince."

The personal guards scrambled onto their horses one after another, brandishing their blades as they charged toward the minivan.

They wanted to hack at the vehicle!

However...

They had underestimated the power of the minivan!

The ten minivans, like tigers entering a flock of sheep, rampaged through the crowd, crushing them madly!

Xiao Rui's personal guards were like wooden stakes, sent tumbling by the minivans.

Xiao Moting gave the order.

"Get out of the car, kill them!"

"Liujin, lead the Assault Team and slaughter the stragglers!"

Qin Zhan slammed on the brakes and pulled open the car door.

The Beijiang Army soldiers rushed out of the vehicles and into the enemy formation.

Xiao Rui's personal guards had been riding horses for half the night and their stamina was long exhausted, while the Beijiang Army had been riding in vehicles the whole way and had barely spent any energy; they charged up, brandishing their blades, fighting more valiantly the longer they fought.

The Beijiang Army had been chased for half the night and were already full of pent-up rage; now their morale was high, like tigers descending a mountain, hacking at whoever they saw!

The ten minivans also roared as they charged forward.

Ramming into people, ramming into horses!

As soon as the personal guards saw the minivans driving over, they were scared into fleeing, but before they could run two steps, they were hacked down by the Beijiang Army.

Xiao Moting did not get out of the car.

He knew the combat strength of his men; this group were all elites of the Beijiang Army, all strong warriors who had fought their way out of a sea of blood, and they were wearing powerful equipment—it was more than enough to deal with Xiao Rui's band of weak soldiers.

Xiao Moting's palm was still bleeding; he picked up a strip of white Coarse Cloth, held one end in his teeth, and wrapped it around his palm a few times.

The color of blood seeped through the white cloth.

Bai Wei was still shaken, only just calming down now.

Just now, she had been scared to death!

Xiao Moting had been hit by a cold arrow and fallen from the minivan.

Fortunately, he was agile and grabbed the window, which prevented him from falling off the cliff.

He was wearing a Bulletproof Vest underneath, so he hadn't been wounded by the cold arrow.

But his palm had been cut by the broken glass.

Bai Wei saw Xiao Moting was injured yet acting as if it were nothing, just casually wrapping his wound with a white cloth, and she was terribly worried, immediately letting her consciousness return.

Even if he had been fighting for years and was injured at any time, already not taking injuries to heart, Bai Wei absolutely would not agree to it.

She had to go back and get medical supplies for Xiao Moting.

Very quickly, the Beijiang Army wiped out Xiao Rui's personal guards, leaving not a single one alive.

A few who managed to slip through the net were also cleared away by Xiao Liujin and his assassination squad.

A field of corpses, blood flowing like a river!

Boom!

The minivan sped over from the wilderness and finally drove onto the Post Road!

The Post Road was smooth.

The minivan accelerated immediately, roaring forward at high speed!

The ground full of corpses behind them, along with the raging forest fire, was left far in the distance.

Xiao Moting turned around and looked into the deep, dark night.

In the distance, the towering Shengjing was already growing further away, resembling a dormant giant beast under the night sky.

His thin lips curled slightly, and a trace of imperceptible mockery appeared in his eyes.

Returning this time, Xiao Moting was already clear that Shengjing was no longer that formidable and powerful imperial city; beneath the splendid prosperity, it was nothing but a pile of cold ash!

He had killed Xiao Rui; regardless of whether there was solid evidence, it would certainly arouse suspicion.

The National Preceptor's ability to predict would surely deduce that he was the murderer.

For a short time, he could not return to Shengjing again.

De Guifei had suffered the painful loss of her beloved son; even without solid evidence that he had killed his brother, she would certainly try her best to fabricate charges against him and incite the Emperor to deal with him.

And then there was Xiao Rui's uncle, Yuan Canghai, who sat upon two hundred and thirty thousand troops and had long been eyeing the Beijiang covetously; he would not let this opportunity pass either.

Xiao Moting's eyes narrowed.

The mountain wind was rising, signaling the coming storm; the Imperial Court had targeted him for over twenty years, and all the conflicts were about to explode at a single touch.

But, so what?

In the Beijiang, he already possessed an army of one hundred and eighty thousand, had recruited a group of strong generals, and his territory had expanded and his population increased; he already had the confidence to confront the Imperial Court.

As for his mother, the Imperial Concubine, who remained in the palace, Xiao Moting was even less worried.

He and the Emperor were mutually wary of each other, and neither dared to act rashly and break the delicate balance.

The stronger his own power, the more the Emperor would be wary, and the less the Emperor would dare to lay a hand on Concubine Yun.

Because this was the only bargaining chip that kept him in check.

Xiao Dabao asked, "Prince, what is our next plan?"

Xiao Moting withdrew his thoughts.

He spoke in a deep voice.

"Return to the Beijiang, reclaim wasteland to grow grain, recruit soldiers and buy horses, and expand our strength!"

"Hemostatic medicine, gauze, iodine..."

Bai Wei put all the medical supplies into the wardrobe and sent them all to Xiao Moting.

His palms had been cut by several wounds, yet he actually didn't take it to heart!

After sending the medicine, Bai Wei began to think about what to do next.

Xiao Rui was dead; even if Xiao Moting had not openly rebelled, he was already in opposition to the Imperial Court.

Even if the Imperial Court was wary of him and dared not easily tear off the mask of civility, they certainly would not let him have an easy time in secret.

When the time came, things like military pay, grain, weapons...

The Imperial Court would certainly not give them to Xiao Moting, lest they raise a tiger that would eventually devour them.

She could only find a way herself.

Now, the Beijiang Army had truly become the army she was supporting!

The Imperial Court also had hundreds of thousands of troops; if they really fought a civil war with Xiao Moting, the money spent would be no small amount!

Fighting a war meant burning money; military pay, grain, weapons... all of it had to be bought with money.

Not to mention anything else, Xiao Rui's uncle, Yuan Canghai, still had two hundred and thirty thousand troops under his command!

She had to prepare early, saving up as much money as possible while hoarding grain, supplies, and weapons to help Xiao Moting develop the Beijiang so he would have enough strength to confront the Imperial Court!

Bai Wei immediately picked up her phone and made a call to the auction house.

"Director Wu, have the antiques I sent last time been auctioned off?"

"And that out-of-print Chess Manual, how much did you appraise it for?"