Fu Tinghan encountered the separated Fu’an midway. He wanted to go against the flow to find Zhao Hanzhang. Fu’an also wanted to go against the flow to find him. So the two people going against the flow were pushed aside by the refugees. As they were pushed, they came together.

Suddenly meeting, Fu’an was extremely delighted. He threw his arms around Fu Tinghan and began to cry. Because of his crying, Fu Tinghan suddenly understood.

This section of official road was narrow and crowded. Finding someone was very difficult. Going against the flow was even more difficult. It would be better to first exit, then seek an opportunity to search again.

So even though his heart was burning with anxiety, he temporarily restrained himself, barely comforting Fu’an, then pulled him along to follow the surging crowd forward.

Halfway through, the refugees turned onto another road, not taking the road to Wu’an County. Fu Tinghan and Fu’an were sandwiched in the middle, unable to squeeze out, and were carried along as they turned. He comforted himself—it was alright, it was alright. Once the entire group came out, he would turn back.

So they entered the wilderness. Seeing the space was large and the crowd had dispersed, he immediately pulled Fu’an out of the middle, wanting to walk back.

But he had only taken a few steps when he was blocked.

It was a group of people. When Fu’an blocked in front of him, a group of people sitting or lying around immediately stood up. Fu Tinghan swept his gaze roughly and estimated there were at least seventy or eighty people. So he sensibly pulled Fu’an back, then took off his armor and handed it to him.

Fu’an’s eyes turned red. When had their young master ever suffered such grievance?

If only the troops hadn’t been scattered…

Under their coercion, Fu’an also took off his armor.

But they still didn’t stop, staring at Fu Tinghan’s purse, the jade crown on his head, and his clothes…

Now Fu’an was unwilling. Taking the purse was one thing, but demanding the jade crown and clothes—what was that about? So he blocked in front of Fu Tinghan.

The young man opposite swept his gaze over Fu Tinghan’s face and delicate skin. He most detested this kind of pampered scholar. So he patted his hand with a blade and said, “Unwilling? Or is this young master pampered and doesn’t know how to remove clothes and crown? No matter. We’ll help you.”

The commotion here was too great. Fu’an’s rebuking voice carried extremely loudly across the wilderness. Zhao Hanzhang heard it. She immediately followed the sound and ran over.

Shi Hongtu and the others also hurriedly dragged Shi Lei along. As soon as they ran, Shi Lei felt both wounds tear open. He had a strong intuition he wouldn’t live much longer, so he repeatedly called for them to stop.

But Zhao Hanzhang had already run away. Shi Hongtu was also worried about Fu Tinghan. How could he attend to him?

Zhao Hanzhang’s situation wasn’t much better. The wound on her right shoulder from that blade strike had been bleeding continuously. Earlier it seemed to have clotted with bleeding reduced, but just now when capturing Shi Lei, the wound seemed to have torn open again. Plus being constantly jostled by people while traveling, she was now just barely holding on, unable to collapse before Shi Lei and these wolf-like, tiger-like, and uncontrollable refugees.

Along the way, she accidentally bumped into several people. Zhao Hanzhang finally followed the sound to find them. She saw Fu Tinghan and Fu’an fighting with people. Fu Tinghan, bare-handed, punched a person in the face. Fu’an broke free from someone hugging his waist and lifted his foot to deliver another kick to that person’s waist. That person fell straight to the ground.

Fu Tinghan then turned and grabbed someone who wanted to pummel Fu’an, delivering an elbow strike to the opponent’s abdomen. That person covered his belly and fell to the ground.

Counting the two newly fallen, five people were already lying on the ground.

The master and servant coordinated quite well.

Zhao Hanzhang couldn’t help but smile. Her steps didn’t stop as she moved forward. Suddenly, a person who had been standing quietly behind Fu Tinghan all along picked up a sickle and swung it toward Fu Tinghan’s neck.

Zhao Hanzhang’s expression changed. She flew forward and with one blade strike severed his right arm at the shoulder. The arm and sickle fell together to the ground. The other party let out an “Ah—” scream, clutching his shoulder and falling to the ground. He touched the gushing blood and screamed repeatedly, looking pleadingly at the young man and calling loudly, “Seventh Young Master, Seventh Young Master, save me, save me!”

The young man called Seventh Young Master’s face darkened. He glowered at the approaching Zhao Hanzhang.

The firelight reflected on Zhao Hanzhang’s body. Fu’an, who had been blocking in front of Fu Tinghan, turned back to see and was overjoyed. “Lady!”

Fu Tinghan abandoned them and immediately walked back to Zhao Hanzhang’s side. His gaze swept over her shoulder as he asked in a low voice, “Are you alright?”

Zhao Hanzhang shook her head at him and pulled him behind her. She also looked toward the young man.

Fu’an scurried over and honestly stood behind Zhao Hanzhang and Fu Tinghan.

The scene became somewhat quiet for a moment, with only the screams of the person rolling on the ground. The red blood scattered everywhere due to his rolling. Zhao Hanzhang looked expressionlessly at it once, then raised her head to look at the young man.

For a time, neither spoke.

Under Zhao Hanzhang’s gaze, the young man slightly averted his eyes. After he noticed his own cowardice, he became very annoyed. So he immediately looked back, his face ugly as he stared at her. “Little lady, how bold you are!”

He sized up Zhao Hanzhang from top to bottom. Seeing she wore armor on her body and the blade in her hand was nearly curled at the edge, he couldn’t quite grasp her identity for a moment. So he signaled left and right with his eyes.

Immediately two people approached with blades, directly charging at Zhao Hanzhang to kill.

Zhao Hanzhang pushed Fu Tinghan behind her and met them head-on. Although she was injured and her movements were somewhat sluggish, killing two people was still achievable.

She knew that among refugees, the weak being devoured by the strong was most common. So she wanted to severely injure the two in one move to intimidate them, so they could better escape.

Unfortunately, she didn’t quite grasp the measure. Originally intending to slash the person’s shoulder, the opponent stepped on a clod of earth that slipped, sending him forward half an inch. Her blade struck the opponent’s neck…

If it were normally, she certainly could have pulled back the blade. But today she was injured, wasn’t she?

Looking at one dead and one injured—no, counting the one on the ground who lost an arm, that was one dead and two injured—Zhao Hanzhang raised her head expressionlessly to look at the young man.

Having killed someone seemed somewhat troublesome to handle.

The young man hadn’t expected the other party to be so formidable. For a moment his pride was injured. He couldn’t help but roar loudly. The people around who had been sitting also stood up from the ground.

Zhao Hanzhang’s eyebrows jumped. Her gaze couldn’t help but sweep around.

Fu Tinghan quietly moved closer to her and said in a low voice, “At the very least there must be three hundred people…”

Right at this moment, Shi Hongtu and the others, who had been falling behind, also came running while carrying Shi Lei. Shi Lei’s face was like gold paper, seeming about to die. The rope on his hands had already been untied. He was being carried by his two subordinates along with Shi Hongtu and Yu Fang.

The small soldier opened a path ahead. As soon as he found Zhao Hanzhang and Fu Tinghan, he couldn’t help being delighted. “Commander…”

The young man’s eyes lit up. He stared at Zhao Hanzhang, his gaze full of suspicion. “Commander?”

Zhao Hanzhang’s brow jumped. A sense of extreme danger suddenly enveloped her—something she hadn’t felt even when facing Shi Lei. So she spoke quickly, “Shi soldiers? You’re Shi soldiers?”

Zhao Hanzhang focused her gaze on the young man. She quickly recognized the armor on his body. This was the armor of a general named Shi Hui who was by Shi Lei’s side—the one with the tiger skin. That hole in the waist—she had stabbed it. At the time when she and Shi Lei were fighting indistinguishably on the battlefield, he was right beside them. Before the battlefield was breached, he was still alive.

Now his armor was worn on this young man’s body. So Shi Hui had… died?

Zhao Hanzhang couldn’t help but look toward Shi Lei.