Chapter 237 - Song Jingchen Is Injured. Jiajia Is Worried
Chapter 237: Song Jingchen Is Injured. Jiajia Is Worried
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Song Jingchen reached out and stopped him. “Uncle Yang, you’re an old man in the residence. There’s no need to be like this.”
Even though he had guessed it when he heard that Song Jingchen had come personally, Uncle Yang was so excited that tears welled up in his eyes when he saw that Song Jingchen was standing in front of him.
“Eldest Young Master, have your legs really recovered?” He wanted to ask why he hadn’t told him about the letter before, but he remembered that he had to hide it. The letter wasn’t foolproof, so he didn’t ask.
Song Jingchen sat down at the table and gestured for Uncle Yang to sit down before saying, “Let’s not talk about this for now. Let’s talk about the situation in the city first.”
Uncle Yang was no easier to deal with than Shangguan Han. He did not want to expose Shen Yijia’s abilities. After all, these things could not withstand scrutiny.
If he didn’t know that it was impossible to hide some things from her, Song Jingchen even hoped that she didn’t know anything.
Uncle Yang saw that Song Jingchen was unwilling to tell him, so he didn’t ask further. It was fine as long as the results were good.
He then explained everything in the city to Song Jingchen in detail.
Towards the end, he sighed. “There are no more medicinal herbs in the city. In order to save food, the soldiers and strong men only eat one meal a day. The women and children are given a bowl of clear porridge every day. Even so, they won’t be able to last more than three days.”
If Song Jingchen didn’t come, he was prepared to fight a bloody battle with the 50,000 private troops on the Qilin Mountain to send Lord An Le away safely.
The private army was their final trump card. They could not use it unless they had no other choice. Once they used it, it would be equivalent to exposing themselves to Emperor Chong’an.
Song Jingchen’s index finger tapped on the table rhythmically. He suddenly stopped and asked, “When will the Hun army throw stones next?”
“If there are no accidents, it will be tomorrow.”
“How many catapults are in the city?”
“This…” Uncle Yang pondered for a moment and said,” There were originally a lot of them, but the Huns came suddenly and most of them were destroyed. There are still about ten of them that can be used now. ”
“Is there a trustworthy general?” Song Jingchen asked again.
“Yes, Meng Jiang and Zuo Fei are trustworthy people.”
Although he had been on the Qilin Mountain most of the time since he came here, someone would write to him every day about Xunyang City to ensure Lord An Le’s safety.
“Find these two people and ask them to gather the citizens in the city overnight to weave the cloth in their houses into a net. After they’re done…” Song Jingchen picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea.
As he drew on the table, he continued, “Everyone on the city wall, retreat. Let half of Meng Jiang’s men guard the east gate, and the rest follow Zuo Fei to guard the west gate. When the Hun army throws stones…”
Uncle Yang’s eyes lit up as he listened. The net could cushion the speed of the falling boulders. Not only could it reduce the damage, but it could also catch the Huns off guard with the rocks thrown in.
Especially after so many days, when the Hun army realized that they had run out of food in the city, they had long become complacent and off-guard.
When he heard that Song Jingchen wanted to personally lead the troops out of the city, he was shocked. “No, Young Master, you don’t know. The Hun army has 200,000 soldiers, but we only have 50,000 people.”
“Moreover, most of the soldiers in the city are ordinary citizens who came here at the last minute. They don’t know how to fight at all.”
It turned out that there weren’t many people left. After being harassed by the Huns several times, they were either dead or injured.
The commoners spontaneously put on the armor of the sacrificed soldiers.
“It’s fine. Just choose fifty smart people to follow me out of the city.”
The remaining 50,000 soldiers had almost no chance of winning against the 200,000-strong Hun army. What he had to do now was to stall for time.
If he wanted the Huns to retreat, he could only take drastic measures. This key lay in the little prince.
Since there was not enough food in the city, he brought people to ‘borrow’ food.
His original plan was to save Shangguan Han and leave, but Emperor Chong’an’s decision and what he heard when infiltrating the Hun army camp had changed his mind.
Moreover, didn’t the person behind this scheme want to kill three birds with one stone? Song Jingchen wanted him to lose more than he gained.
A hint of mockery flashed across Song Jingchen’s eyes.
After carefully instructing Uncle Yang, he put on his mask and boarded the city tower.
When the city guards saw him, they surrounded him with weapons. Song Jingchen took out a token.
When the soldiers saw the words on the token, they knelt down and bowed.
That was a token that represented Lord An Le. Since the prince could give it to this person, he must be trustworthy.
Song Jingchen frowned at their rapid change in attitude, but he didn’t say anything.
Standing on the city wall, he held the pouch in his hand and looked at the south in deep thought. Soon, he would be able to return.
There was a moment of silence.
On the mountain path, Song Jingchen led a small group of people on horses and moved quickly. The people behind him were pulling carts filled with food.
Other than the sound of hooves and wheels rolling, there was nothing else.
After passing through a mountain pass, something unexpected happened.
Huge rocks rolled down the hills on both sides. The horses were so frightened that they raised their front hooves and refused to take another step forward. The team was instantly disrupted.
While avoiding the falling rocks, Song Jingchen looked around the hill coldly.
He could avoid it, but the people he brought with him could not. Soon, they were dead or injured, and dazzling blood splattered all over the ground.
“Young Master, be careful…”
A terrified voice sounded behind him.
Song Jingchen turned around and saw a soldier using his body as a shield to block an arrow for him. A trace of blood flowed from the corner of that person’s mouth, and his body fell uncontrollably in Song Jingchen’s direction.
Song Jingchen subconsciously reached out to help him up, but he didn’t notice that the man had lowered his head. A look of triumph flashed across his eyes.
Just as his hand touched that person’s shoulder, he felt a chill in his abdomen, mixed with the sound of sharp blades piercing through flesh.
Song Jingchen paused and removed the man’s arm. He used his hand as a claw and grabbed the man’s neck. With a crack, the man died.
A pouch dyed red with blood fell from his arms and rolled to the side. Song Jingchen’s heart tightened. He covered his abdomen with one hand and reached out to pick up the pouch with the other.
Suddenly, the sound of air being torn apart sounded again. An arrow shot straight at his heart.
“Hubby!” Shen Yijia woke up from her nightmare. She took deep breaths and touched her heart with trembling hands. It hurt badly.
Her voice woke the others up. Furball rushed to Shen Yijia’s side. The others surrounded her and looked at her worriedly.
“Master, what’s wrong?”
“Brother, what’s wrong?”
Ah Xun and Rooster spoke at the same time.
He naturally heard Shen Yijia call for her husband, but if Shen Yijia did not tell him that she was a woman, he would pretend not to know.
After all, innocent children weren’t too sensitive.
Mo Yuan suddenly grabbed his collar and placed him behind her. She moved closer to Shen Yijia and looked at her expressionlessly.
Shen Yijia pursed her lips and remained silent. She suddenly stood up and ran out. It was already bright outside, and the rain had stopped.
Shen Yijia ran to the house where they had placed the horses. She brought the horses out and rode them out alone.
The others looked at each other and quickly chased after her.
A few horses galloped along the official road in the direction of Xunyang City. The puddles on the ground were trampled, with water splashing everywhere.