The World's Number One Medical Hall

Chapter 42 Junior Brother Tie, Quickly Kill That Ming King

"Tap tap tap..."

Finally, as time went by, the sound of horses' hooves pounding in the mud could be heard.

Under the rain, a lone rider slowly appeared before Chen Zhiqi.

The man was dressed in black, and when he saw the long sword gleaming with a cold light, his expression faltered slightly. He quickly pulled on the reins and stopped his horse.

The rain poured down, and the two looked at each other in silence.

Finally, the man on horseback made the first move. In the rain, he clasped his hands in greeting from afar and asked, "Which hero is blocking my way? Could you please grant me passage?"

His voice was rough and deep, like that of a江湖人士 (jianghu ren, a person from the martial arts world).

However, Chen Zhiqi simply raised his long sword in response.

No, besides the long sword, there was also the surging bloodlust in his eyes, his killing intent seemingly emanating from his entire body.

Another silence followed.

"Clop clop clop..." Then came the slow sound of horses' hooves.

A group of a dozen or so riders slowly approached from afar and appeared before Chen Zhiqi.

With imposing presence, a dozen or so riders reined in their horses and stood watching Chen Zhiqi intently.

Chen Zhiqi gripped the knife hilt even tighter; the imposing aura of the approaching figures made it clear to him that this was no ordinary group…

But, like a pine tree standing tall, it stood in front, letting the overwhelming momentum come at it without taking a step back!

"Fine, since that's the case, let's capture him and take him with us. It won't make any difference!" A voice suddenly rang out from among the dozen or so riders; it was the same gentleman from before.

"Kill!" The leader's eyes flashed with cold light. Without saying a word, he waved his hand on his horse's back, raised his knife high, and kicked off the horse's belly. He shot straight towards Chen Zhiqi, who was standing there, like an arrow released from a bow.

A dozen or so riders followed behind, swords in hand, charging menacingly.

Under the curtain of rain, the air was heavy and oppressive, filled with a chilling, murderous aura.

Chen Zhiqi, like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, slowly raised his drooping hand, holding the knife in both arms. Just as the horse arrived in an instant, he stomped his right foot hard on the ground, splashing water as he shouted, "Kill..."

His roar shook the surrounding area, but instead of retreating, he advanced, charging towards the oncoming horse and the swinging sword, displaying an awe-inspiring and imposing presence...

"Squeak..." The ear-piercing sound of clashing swords rang out.

Blood splattered everywhere, and people and horses fell to the ground...

A terrifying battle erupted in an instant, with no one knowing who would live or die, or when it would end!

a long time!

A fast horse gallops through the rain, with a person lying on its back, their eyes slightly dimmed, yet still gazing firmly ahead.

Rainwater soaked his body, fell to the ground, leaving streaks of bright red, which then spread out with the rain.

Soon, several more riders galloped off, accompanied by a furious shout: "Leave one behind to clean up the mess, the rest of you, follow me!"

The horses galloped wildly, and soon the place became very quiet.

The road they traveled was the same road that the Ming King's caravan had traveled.

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Since the conflict between the National Dynasty and Tianjin, and the subsequent promulgation of the Tianjin Agreement, which allowed the Nationalist government to lease a territory in Tianjin, the order in Tianjin has been in chaos.

National humiliation is of paramount importance. Whether heroes or commoners, there are always some people whose blood boils and who travel thousands of miles to Tianjin. Their purpose is simple: to fight to the death and wash away the unbearable national shame with their heads.

In this era, those people lived through unimaginable hardships and darkness, yet they never forgot their country and never bent their backs. Their spirit is truly awe-inspiring!

In just a few short years, countless lives have been lost in Tianjin, yet countless others continue to flock here.

However, heroes swore an oath of blood, using their unparalleled courage to retaliate against enemy nations and to enhance the prestige of our country!

Ultimately, they could only wield temporary power; they could not withstand the overwhelming tide of events. They could only hide in the shadows, waiting for their chance.

Located about 30 miles from Jinhai, this place has a unique geography, surrounded by mountains and cliffs, and was originally rarely visited by people.

But after the Tianjin-Haikou Agreement, this place became lively, and you could often see tough, heroic men appearing here!

Of course, those fierce-looking Russians also gather here.

The reason is simple: this section of the road has become a no-man's-land. Both Tianjin and Beijing have large numbers of troops stationed here, but in the end, in order to avoid friction, they have used this thirty-mile stretch as a buffer zone. Neither the National Dynasty nor the Banner State dares to easily venture into this area, lest a sudden conflict break out if they are not prepared.

It was already evening, and several people had already hidden themselves in a low hill.

Despite the torrential rain, they remained motionless, hidden among the muddy paths. Silent and clad in black, their faces covered, they were clearly no ordinary people, but the unwavering determination in their eyes revealed them to be extraordinary individuals.

If you were to look down from a high altitude, you would probably see no fewer than several dozen people.

Suddenly, a soft rustling sound came from the grass and trees. A figure was moving swiftly among them, and in no time, he was near the ambushing group. No one made a sound upon his arrival, but a voice rang out: "You've come?"

"They're here!" The newcomer also bent down and whispered.

"Ready!" The voice asked, without the slightest hesitation or unnecessary words, just two simple words.

Unbeknownst to them, less than a hundred meters away, five other people lay even more quietly on the trees, motionless, their breathing concealed, also staring at the path…

Before long, a convoy of carriages and horses appeared in the distance in the sight of both groups of people, moving slowly.

A flag is flying high; that is the imperial flag of the nation.

"Sixth Master..." A low shout rang out softly beside the carriage in the convoy.

Inside the carriage, Mo Bai sat cross-legged on the carriage floor, his hands forming a mudra, and opened his eyes upon hearing the sound.

Before him lay darkness and gloom, and he realized that it was already late.

With a slight shift of his gaze, he lifted the curtain of the carriage. The rain was still heavy, and he saw Tie Xiong walking closely against the side of the carriage. The sky was dim, and he could not see his expression, but a quick glance revealed that his hand holding the reins was actually close to the hilt of the sword at his waist.

The leg on the stirrup also lowered its toes slightly, and Mo Bai could tell that it was ready to act at any moment.

"Sixth Master, the car has slowed down!" Tie Xiong lowered his head and said softly.

Mo Bai's expression remained relatively calm as he nodded slightly, indicating that he understood Tie Xiong's meaning.

Did the car slow down?

Zhang Bangli vowed to reach Jinhai that very night, but upon arriving here, still thirty li away from Jinhai, he slowed down instead. Was this his intention to get to Jinhai?

"After the chaos breaks out, Sixth Master, please take good care of yourself." Tie Xiong knew that Mo Bai was aware of the situation, but seeing Mo Bai's overly calm expression, he couldn't help but remind him.

He could already sense the heavy atmosphere. Although he had made some preparations, to be honest, he had no confidence at all in facing the royal family with only his fellow disciples.

Mo Bai raised his eyes and glanced at Tie Xiong. His lips moved slightly, and his voice was very low: "Do as I say. If all this is still not enough, then protect yourself and retreat. Hide yourself, change your appearance, and never appear in the capital again. Once they make their move, they will definitely not hold back against you and will take your life."

Tie Xiong paused slightly and looked at Mo Bai, only to see that Mo Bai's eyes were incredibly clear. To be honest, he had come to repay a debt of gratitude, but if there was really no way to turn the tide, he would not die with Mo Bai, but would only do his best. However, when he heard Mo Bai bring it up, he fell silent.

Mo Bai said no more, and drew the curtains.

But, for some reason, unlike in his previous life, a strange feeling arose in his heart at this moment: a sense of powerlessness from having nothing!

"Perhaps, in my past life I was powerless to change my fate, but in this life I can fight, though my strength is insufficient..." A sentence echoed in Mo Bai's heart, a mixture of indifference and resentment...

I closed my eyes again, trying to calm myself.

Outside the carriage, Tie Xiong removed his straw hat and gazed at the mountains on both sides of the ancient road, his eyes seemingly searching for something.

He didn't know if he had found it or not, but after a while he looked away and fixed his gaze on Zhang Bangli on horseback in front of him, without moving.

At this point, without Mo Bai's reminder, he could easily guess that any movement would start with Zhang Bangli.

Meanwhile, Zhang Bangli's horse was slowing down little by little, and his hand holding the reins was clenched tightly due to tension.

His eyes flickered intermittently. After walking for another ten minutes, they were at a steep cliff.

The sky grew even darker, but then he suddenly raised his riding whip, as if about to strike it down hard.

Tie Xiong, standing behind him, also tensed up in an instant. His eyes shone with a divine light, just like Zhang Bangli's, and he raised his whip high, as if he were about to strike it down heavily.

"Smack..."

Mo Bai was sitting inside the carriage when the crisp sound made him suddenly open his eyes. His arms stretched out abruptly, then froze in front of his chest. After several hand seals changed, his face suddenly became rosy, and his eyes shone brightly, dispelling the darkness inside the carriage.

At the same time, the men in black who had been lying prone suddenly turned and leaped up, shooting towards the carriage like arrows released from a bow.

The rain poured down, clothes fluttered in the wind, the wind howled, the air was thick with the scent of blood, and the slaughter came so suddenly…

With a premeditated attack, the enemy was caught off guard. In an instant, blood flashed, and two or three of the twelve cavalrymen fell to the ground, not even having time to scream.

"Enemy attack..." Finally, a soldier shouted, breaking the tranquility of the gloomy evening.

As if only just realizing what was happening, Zhang Bangli immediately shouted, "Enemy attack! Protect His Highness!"

In fact, no order was needed. The Royal Guards reacted exceptionally well. Although it was sudden, it was still a matter of moments. Several guards had already divided their tasks and worked together. Some held bows and surrounded the carriage, protecting it tightly, while at the same time, they drew their bows and fired rapidly!

With a knife in hand, he bravely charged at the formidable black-clad troops.

The sounds of slaughter erupted instantly, shattering the tranquility of the place.

"Who dares to plot against His Highness Prince Ming of the Great Xia Dynasty? This is a heinous crime of treason..." Zhang Bangli looked around and spoke in a loud and majestic voice!

Unexpectedly, after he finished speaking, the man in black fell silent, but from a distance behind him came the sound of rushing horses, accompanied by a shout: "Junior Brother Tie, hurry, kill that Ming King..."

This response was truly astonishing.

Mo Bai sat inside the carriage, suddenly turning his head to look at the curtains, his eyes gleaming.

Zhang Bangli's stern face suddenly paled in shock, and he turned to look at Tie Xiong.

The group of people in the tree who were watching intently were ready to strike, but suddenly their figures jolted!