Love Lock

Chapter 121 The Golden Kick

With a large hand, Zhao Zun grabbed Alpi's braid and held his head in his hand like a lantern, exuding a murderous aura.

Blood dripped from beneath his head. Zhao Zun glanced around at his personal guards who were still holding off the Turkic soldiers for him. Their figures appeared both heroic and tragic in the firelight.

Holding Alpi's head, he strode up to Ma Cheng's corpse and slammed the head hard onto the grass with a dull thud.

Zhao Zun stepped on Alpi's head, slowly squatted down, his gaze fixed on the arrow still firmly embedded in Ma Cheng's neck, his eyes filled with pain and self-blame.

He shouldn't have agreed to Ma Cheng's request to join the mission!
"Brother, it's my fault!"

Zhao Zun's voice was low and hoarse. He closed his scarlet eyes in pain, and memories of fighting alongside Ma Cheng flashed through his mind.

Ma Cheng had once been his right-hand man, incredibly brave, but was demoted to centurion because of those who abused their power. This extremely dangerous mission was also the last time the two of them would fight side by side.

"General, don't be sad. To be able to serve the Great Jing and to serve you, I, Ma Cheng, have no regrets even in death!"

Zhao Zun seemed to hear Ma Cheng's bold words before his death, and his eyes welled up with tears.

He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze becoming firm and cold.

Ma Cheng died in battle to save him, and he wanted to tidy up his brave brother's appearance as the fighting gradually subsided, so that he could leave with some dignity.

“Ma Cheng, don’t worry. I will use Alpi’s head to pay tribute to the souls of you and the other brothers who sacrificed their lives in this mission.”

As he spoke, a tear rolled down the cold face of this tough man; it was a tear of guilt and self-reproach.

He slowly crouched down, his hands trembling as he carefully removed the arrow from Ma Cheng's neck, bandaged the wound with a handkerchief, gently closed his eyes, and straightened his armor.

At that moment, the roar of a motorcycle, like the howl of an ancient monster, came from afar, shaking the air of the battlefield.

As the fighting gradually subsided, Han Lei drove her imposing sidecar motorcycle, carrying Pingchuan and Hua Tianyou, speeding down from the mountainside with unstoppable momentum.

The Turkic soldiers, already panicked by the burning of their supplies and the sudden death of their commander, were even more terrified when they saw this roaring "monster" rushing towards them, and they fled even faster.

Having lived on the grasslands for years, they had never seen such a strange and ferocious monster. They thought it was some unknown and terrifying creature that had descended, and for a time, the battlefield became even more chaotic.

Even Xiao Zhengfei and his men, who were fighting the Turkic soldiers around Zhao Zun, couldn't help but stop what they were doing and turn around to look at the rapidly approaching "monster" with vigilance and shock.

Their eyes held both doubt and fear, wondering what kind of turning point this sudden "monster" would bring. They only breathed a sigh of relief when Han Lei and the other two spoke.

"Zhao Zun, Zhao Zun!"

"Zhao Zun, where are you?"

"Your Highness, we've arrived!"

Han Lei's soft, sweet voice sounded particularly clear and firm amidst the roaring sound.

She sped along, shouting as she went, as if she wanted to turn all her longing and worries into her cries and convey them to Zhao Zun in the crowd.

The motorcycle sped along, and the Turkic soldiers in its path panicked and fled.

Pingchuan and Hua Tianyou, sitting on the back of the motorcycle, were also anxiously searching for Zhao Zun.

While vigilantly observing the surrounding enemy positions, they raised their pistols and fired at the Turkic soldiers passing by the motorcycles. Their movements were clumsy but decisive, providing crucial support for Han Lei's driving.

There were too many Turkic soldiers around, and they were too close. They didn't even need to aim; they could easily shoot them down with a simple raise of their hands.

Because of the silencers installed and the surrounding noise masking the shots, the Turkic soldiers fell to the ground inexplicably wherever their pistols fired.

Alpi's subordinate, Buga, was fighting Zhao Zun's personal guards nearby when he saw the wounds on the Turkic soldiers who had inexplicably fallen to the ground. He suddenly realized what was happening and shouted in panic in Turkic.

"Peanuts, peanuts are coming! Run!"

The word "peanut" had been circulating widely in the Turkic royal court for the past three months, causing people to turn pale at the mere mention of it.

Buga's shout immediately terrified the nearby Turkic soldiers, who shoved each other and fled forward. They were afraid that if they were too slow, they would be the next to fall.

As Zhao Zun was tidying up Ma Cheng's armor, he was immersed in an abyss of pain and self-blame. His usually cold face was now filled with exhaustion and sorrow.

However, when that familiar roar pierced through the clamor of the battlefield, like a ray of dawn shining into his world, the pain and sorrow on his face were instantly replaced by surprise.

The roar was even more exaggerated than the sound of an ambulance, but it was exactly the same. Coupled with the bullet wounds on Alpi's body, his first thought was that Han Lei had arrived.

He suddenly stood up, his gaze piercing through the chaotic crowd, looking expectantly in the direction where the "monster" had appeared.

"It's the girl! It must be the girl!"

Zhao Zun secretly cheered, as if he had seen a glimmer of hope.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!"

"Zhao Zun".

"Zhao Zun".

Pingchuan and Hua Tianyou's shouts mingled with Han Lei's, creating a melodious yet stirring battle song in the ears of the vanguard battalion brothers. Their voices echoed across the battlefield, instantly restoring the morale of every vanguard battalion member.

Finally, through a gap in the crowd, Han Lei spotted the familiar silver armor.

Zhao Zun's figure appeared and disappeared amidst the chaotic army, but his silver figure was exceptionally eye-catching under the firelight, guiding Han Lei's direction like a lighthouse.

"Zhao Zun is there! I see him!"

Han Lei shouted excitedly, her voice filled with joy and excitement, as if all the hardships and fatigue along the way had been rewarded.

Just now on the mountain, because of Hua Tianyou's kick, she missed her shot. In that instant, her heart sank to the bottom, fearing that she had accidentally killed Zhao Zun.

After angrily cursing Hua Tianyou, she quickly picked up her binoculars to check the situation.

Through the telescope, Zhao Zun was unharmed, crouching down and looking around, while on the ground lay the Turkic general with two braids.

At that moment, she realized that Hua Tianyou's smelly feet were actually a golden kick, and that shot had hit the Turkic general Alpi by sheer luck.

Han Lei was overjoyed, but seeing the Turkic soldiers still gathering towards the center of the battle, she was extremely anxious. Even if the Turkic commander was dead, Zhao Zun and his men would not be able to escape unscathed.

Suddenly, a raging fire broke out in the distance of the Turkic camp, flames shooting into the sky. Although she didn't know what had happened, a thought flashed through her mind.

fire!
Use fire to attack.

Han Lei made a quick decision to use fire to drive away the Turkic soldiers and buy time for Zhao Zun and his men to evacuate.

Pingchuan and Hua Tianyou were overjoyed to hear that Zhao Zun was still alive, and the three of them quickly descended the mountain. Han Lei explained her plan to them, assigned tasks, and then rode her motorcycle towards the center of the battle.

The roar of the motorcycle grew louder as it approached, and as Han Lei's figure gradually became clearer, an indescribable joy flashed in Zhao Zun's eyes.

He cupped his hands to his lips and shouted.

"Girl, I'm here!" Zhao Zun had barely finished speaking when he saw Han Lei suddenly turn around on her motorcycle a hundred meters away from him.

Han Lei gripped the handlebars of the sidecar motorcycle tightly; the roar of the engine sounded particularly jarring in the Turkic army camp. Her eyes were fixed intently ahead, and the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned.

"Hirakawa, now's the time. Unscrew the cap."

Han Lei turned to Pingchuan, who was sitting in the back of the truck, and said loudly.

It turned out that Han Lei's plan was to tie a 50-kilogram bucket filled with gasoline to the back of the motorcycle.

Upon hearing Han Lei's order, Pingchuan holstered his pistol, leaned half his body out from behind the truck bed, held the barrel with one hand, and quickly unscrewed the lid with the other, causing gasoline to flow out from the barrel opening.

Pingchuan laughed excitedly, "Hahaha, once this thing is turned on, the Turks will probably be scared out of their wits."

Han Lei said that gasoline burns faster and more fiercely than tung oil. Having this would buy Zhao Zun and his men some time to evacuate. But before the gasoline was completely poured out, not a single spark could be allowed to ignite.

The three worked together. Han Lei drove at high speed ahead, Ping Chuan poured gasoline from behind, and Hua Tianyou fired at the Turkic soldiers who tried to approach.

Han Lei used Walther pistols with 15-round magazines for them. Hua Tianyou had already changed magazines three times while providing cover along the way.

"Quick! Shoot that monster dead!"

A Turkic cavalry leader brandished his scimitar and shouted commands in Turkic. Several bold cavalrymen beside him steadied themselves, drew their bows, and fired at the motorcycle.

Arrows whistled in, but Han Lei skillfully maneuvered her motorcycle, dodging left and right behind the windshield, causing the arrows to miss their mark.

One or two arrows struck Pingchuan and Hua Tianyou, but they were protected by plated bulletproof vests, and the arrows bounced off after hitting each other.

The opening of the Kalen barrel is not large, and as the motorcycle sped by, the spilled gasoline drew a long arc on the ground.

The trail of gasoline formed a faint arc in front of the vanguard camp, and the air was filled with a pungent, unpleasant smell of gasoline.

"Miss Han, we're out of gas."

Pingchuan shouted as he pulled out a tinderbox from his pocket.

"That's about it!" Han Lei shouted. "Light the fire!"

"Yes!"

Pingchuan answered loudly. After lighting the tinder in his hand, he threw it without hesitation at the gasoline stains on the ground.

boom!
The motorcycle roared past, its flames igniting instantly and transforming into a raging wall of fire behind it. The wall of fire stretched for hundreds of meters, keeping a large number of Turkic soldiers at bay.

The Turkic soldiers were so frightened by the sudden flames that they retreated in panic. Many of them were licked by the flames and fell to the ground screaming.

"Hahaha, this is so much fun! I'm sure I've done a great job this time! Hahaha..."

Hua Tianyou was so excited that he stood up from the back of the motorcycle and waved the pistol in his hand.

Everyone in the entire Beiguan military camp knew that he was the son of the Duke of Heng, and that he came to the military camp to gain military merits by relying on his family's status.

Although everyone addressed him respectfully as "Young Master" or "Young Master" in person, he knew that in the military camp, a place where strength was the only measure of power, everyone secretly looked down on him.

He had been holding back a smile when Han Lei told him that his kick had accidentally killed the Turkic general. He was afraid to laugh out loud, fearing that Han Lei would slap him.

Now, he had not only shot and killed the enemy's commander, but also personally covered Han Lei and Pingchuan's charge into the enemy camp. Now, he had witnessed Han Lei's fire attack plan succeed. His excitement was beyond words.

Killing the enemy commander and successfully halting their advance—that's an incredible military achievement! He can brag about it for the rest of his life. Wow!

When the supplies were burned, the Turkic soldiers had already retreated some of their way towards the supplies, and the appearance of the motorcycles frightened the nearby Turkic soldiers into fleeing.

Now, the Turkic soldiers outside the wall of fire were forced to retreat repeatedly by the flames and were no longer able to organize an effective attack.

Inside the wall of fire, Zhao Zun's personal guards and the brothers of the vanguard battalion were greatly encouraged. They swung their weapons and fought even harder against the few remaining Turkic soldiers around them.

Hearing Hua Tianyou's cheers, Han Lei's full lips curled up slightly. She glanced back at the blazing wall of fire before turning the car around and speeding towards Zhao Zun's location.

Zhao Zun's gaze shifted from the suddenly ignited wall of fire back to the rapidly approaching motorcycle. Seeing Han Lei getting closer and closer, he threw away the longsword in his hand and happily went to greet her.

"Girl, girl."

Zhao Zun shouted as he ran, his arms outstretched.

Hearing Zhao Zun's shouts, Han Lei felt a surge of warmth in her heart. She quickly stopped the car, turned off the engine, jumped out, and ran towards Zhao Zun.

"Zhao Zun".

Illuminated by the firelight, two figures rushed towards each other, and finally embraced tightly amidst the thousands of troops.

At that moment, it was as if the whole world had stood still.

"Girl, I've finally seen you!"

Zhao Zun held Han Lei tightly, his voice choked with emotion. His face rubbed against Han Lei's helmet, as if confirming the reality of everything.

"Thank goodness I made it in time, I was so scared."

Han Lei's eyes instantly filled with tears. She hugged Zhao Zun tightly, as if she wanted to pass on all her strength to him.

"Hey~"

Hua Tianyou gave a nonchalant whistle, then looked with amusement at the couple embracing tightly in front of him.

Upon seeing this, Pingchuan blushed slightly and couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

They knew what this reunion meant to Zhao Zun and Han Lei. They sat silently on the motorcycle, cherishing this hard-won warmth.

Xiao Zhengfei glanced back at his master and shuddered, feeling a heavy burden weighing on his shoulders.

"Brothers, cheer up and let's kill some more!"

Xiao Zhengfei shouted, and his sword moved even faster and more fiercely.

As Zhao Zun's personal guard, he had to buy his master a precious moment to ensure that his master could hug him comfortably.

Two thousand men ambushed an enemy force of two hundred thousand. They were all made of flesh and blood. Even if they had great abilities, Zhao Zun knew that he might not return when he came to participate in this mission. He was already prepared to die.

That's why he risked infiltrating the enemy camp to ambush the enemy commander.

Now, Han Lei's appearance has enabled them to successfully exceed their mission expectations.

With a wall of fire blocking his way and his retreat route almost completely cleared, and only a handful of Turkic soldiers remaining around him, which his personal guards were handling, he found himself reluctant to let go of the lovely woman in his arms.

After days of longing and the change in the battle situation, the embrace instantly turned into a kiss.

Those of you who didn't give me a vote yesterday, I'm sure you've all gone to find your lovers. I wish you all a happy ending, hahaha.