Chapter 65: Chapter 59 Refugee ArmyZhao Hanzhang wiped the blood off her face, leaned against the tree, and said, "They went ahead; we’re here to stop the pursuers."

    Her gaze swept over the people behind him, seeing that the First Centurion, Third Centurion, and Fifth Centurion were all fine. However, a few familiar faces were missing.

    Qianli followed her gaze and said in a low voice, "We lost five people." Zhao Hanzhang nodded, her gaze swept to one side where there was a separate group, numbering around seventy or eighty.

    Qianli said, "This is our family’s troops, led by Zhao Dian."

    He shouted over, "Zhao Dian, come up."

    Zhao Dian immediately ran over. Evidently unaware that Qianli planned to part ways with them, he respectfully saluted, "Captain!"

    "This is the lady of the house, Third Lady," Qianli introduced.

    Zhao Dian immediately saluted Zhao Hanzhang, "Third Lady."

    Zhao Hanzhang nodded, eager to return to find Mrs. Wang and Zhao Erlang, she ordered, "Prepare, we’re going to catch up with Uncle Cheng and the others."

    Qianli captured five horses and several weapons.

    The weapons were evenly distributed among the troops below, while the horses, he hadn’t had time to arrange, Zhao Hanzhang waved her hand and evenly distributed them among the Third and Fifth Centurion’s people.

    Zhao Dian couldn’t help but look over, these people were obviously troops, though he had never seen them before. But the clothes they wore also had the Zhao Family insignia.

    He had wanted to ask a long time ago, but today had been spent either fleeing for his life or searching for people. Now with the master present, the opportunity couldn’t be better, "Third Lady, these people..."

    Zhao Hanzhang didn’t hide it, she straightforwardly said, "They are the troops my grandfather left me."

    Zhao Dian fell silent.

    Zhao Hanzhang’s horse was brought back, she watched as people buried the bodies of the guards, then mounted her horse, and said, "Let’s go. We must catch up with them before dark."

    They fought a battle here and lingered for quite some time. Most of the troops didn’t have horses and were rushing on foot, so she thought it would be good enough to find them before nightfall. Who would’ve thought, after less than an hour of running ahead, they heard earth-shattering cries and tumult from the other side of half a mountain distance.

    Zhao Hanzhang and Fu Tinghan exchanged a glance, immediately kicked their horses into a gallop and rushed ahead to see.

    Just after a turn, they saw chaos ahead, a group of ragged soldiers wielding clubs and swords were grabbing people and looting everywhere.

    The fleeing civilians screamed and scattered, but hadn’t run far before being caught up. A stick knocked them on the head, and the other side began looting the things on them; some even had their clothes stripped off.

    Qianli and Zhao Dian also rode up, their expressions changed seeing the people on the barren land, "It’s the refugee army."

    Zhao Hanzhang swept her gaze over the chaotic army in the wilderness, her eyes focused on distant, faint figures running her way. They seemed to be refugee army too.

    However, there weren’t many civilians being stopped, supposed to be the middle or rear sections cut off.

    She made a decisive decision, "Go scatter them, let the civilians continue to flee, we’ll make a quick move; just scatter them, don’t linger in battle."

    Fu Tinghan was a bit nervous, his eyes searched for the best route, he saw a few people hiding under a ridge and overturned wagons and horses.

    He froze, hurriedly reached out to grab Zhao Hanzhang from the nearby horse, "Hanzhang, do you think that’s Grandpa Zhao?" S~ea??h the n??el Fire.nёt website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    Zhao Hanzhang turned her head to look, saw the coffin overturned by the ridge, her pupils shrank. Seeing the people like Mrs. Wang hiding under the ridge, she was shocked.

    The refugee army noticed them too, and several people charged at them, their eyes lit up when they saw the young and beautiful Ting He, instantly reaching out to grab.

    Ting He screamed, reached out to push the hand coming towards her, accidentally exposing Mrs. Wang behind her.

    They saw the even more beautiful Mrs. Wang, immediately pushed Ting He aside and went for Mrs. Wang, "She can fetch a high price, a high price..."

    Mrs. Wang screamed, constantly retreating.

    Zhao Erlang was protected behind her, seeing them bully his mother, he shouted angrily, pushed his mother aside hard, and charged to fight.

    The refugee army didn’t take boy Zhao Erlang seriously, clenched a fist to match him, but upon impact, felt as if punching a boulder; cried out, his arm weakened.

    Zhao Erlang had already charged up, frantically hitting their faces and heads.

    Among the dozen men, whoever was touched by his punch felt a burning pain, enraged, they surrounded him to fight.

    Uncle Cheng, while protecting Mrs. Wang to retreat, commanded Zhao Cai and the coachman, "Quick, save Erlang, quick, save Erlang..."

    Zhao Cai and the coachman fought too, but were being beaten.

    Mrs. Wang saw her son surrounded and beaten, with no ability to fight back, both saddened and furious, she groped the ground randomly, picked up a stone and threw it over, didn’t care who it hit, aimed for the opponent’s head...

    Zhao Hanzhang, upon seeing them, immediately drew her sword and galloped down from the mountainside, Qianli and Zhao Dian also panicked, quickly led the cavalry to follow.

    Fu Tinghan, whose riding skills were average, fell back a couple of steps, saw Teacher Zhao’s horse swiftly dashed over, cutting one person down with a blade, then turned the horse around, and slashed another with a sword...

    Warm blood sprayed out, splattering over Mrs. Wang and the refugee army’s faces. The refugee army, indulged in beating Zhao Erlang, finally snapped back to reality, saw Zhao Hanzhang on the horse with the bloodstained sword, dropped Zhao Erlang and Mrs. Wang, and turned to flee.

    Not sparing a single one, Zhao Hanzhang chased after and killed them all with Qianli.

    The rest disturbed the remaining refugee army, driving them all out of the fleeing team. In the wide barren land, silence gradually returned; the continuously frightened civilians silently watched the bodies strewn across the fields, slowly knelt on the ground and cried bitterly.

    Zhao Hanzhang jumped off her horse, rushed forward to embrace Zhao Erlang, seeing he was bruised but not seriously hurt, she breathed a huge sigh of relief, "It’s alright, it’s alright."

    Mrs. Wang, sitting on the ground, suddenly burst into tears, rushed forward to hug Zhao Hanzhang, patting her back, crying breathlessly, "You’re so disobedient, didn’t you know we almost died? I said don’t go, your grandfather, your grandfather..."

    Her tear-filled eyes looked around and saw the fallen coffin nearby; she cried even louder, crawled to hug the coffin, cried bitterly, "Father-in-law, father-in-law, open your eyes and see, your heartless nephew abandoned us, and you gave him the title."

    Zhao Hanzhang’s eyes also turned red, knowing she was scared, hurriedly embraced her, "I won’t go again, I won’t go again, Mother, I’ll straighten the coffin."

    Mrs. Wang was terribly frightened, couldn’t stop crying, continued blubbering with eyes closed.

    Zhao Hanzhang helplessly looked towards Fu Tinghan.

    Fu Tinghan quickly approached, kneeled in front of her, calling, "Madam..."

    Mrs. Wang opened her eyes slightly, saw him, her crying instantly paused, then instinctively sobbed, didn’t cry anymore, "Son-in-law, oh dear, it’s son-in-law."

    She hurriedly wiped her tears, looked at Fu Tinghan, then Zhao Hanzhang, let out a huge sigh, immediately grabbed his hand asking, "Was it son-in-law who saved Third Lady?"

    Fu Tinghan wanted to say it wasn’t, Zhao Hanzhang already responded first, "Yes, it was Mr. Fu who saved me."

    Mrs. Wang looked at him with gratitude and said, "Good, good, son-in-law was thoughtful. Quick, quickly lift your grandfather."

    Mrs. Wang finally stopped crying, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, all together lifted the coffin upright and placed it properly.

    Only then did Zhao Hanzhang look around and ask, "Where’s Qing Gu?"