Chapter 231: Lost the Son as Well as the Grain (VII)

Translator:Nyoi-Bo StudioEditor:Nyoi-Bo Studio

Bang!

The head of the entourage stormed out and punched a tree trunk. He held two more coarse cloths in his other hand.

Meng Hun pushes too far! He gnashed his teeth in anger. He was so sure that they were going to catch Meng Hun, but it turned out otherwise. Meng Hun was still playing with him and taunting him. Meng Huns only instruction was to make them go in circles and they seemed just like the monkeys in the zoo. I will definitely shred you to pieces when I catch you!

The hunter guide stood aside, shivering. His back was covered with sweat. He felt remarkably chilly when the night breeze blew on him.

So Sergeant, are we still going? he asked the head of the entourage with caution after he was done punching the tree.

No, we are going back. He is just playing tricks to lure me away from our base. He plotted to transfer the grain while I was gone, but he would never imagine that I left our partial force to guard the grain. He really should have evaluated his capabilities before he eats grain, just in case he chokes. His eyes darkened and there was a creepy sense of malice in them.

He knew without using his brain that if he were to keep following the instructions, then he would only find more and more of the irritating cloths.

It was an obvious trick to pull him away from the grain. The point was to stall for more time so that they could move the grain.

Lets get back and outflank Meng Hun! The head of the entourage gave the order. The exhausted soldiers had to put themselves together and continue on their way with their sore and aching legs.

The hunter felt like he was in a haze. He was only hired to lead, and there was no way to understand what had happened to these people.

He knew his job was just to lead the way and get paid, but he was not going to sign up for any missions like that anymore. It was a strenuous, but unappreciated, job.

The hunter whinged in his mind and kept going through the woods at a steady pace. He was not weaker than any twenty-year-olds.

As a veteran who had been hunting in the area for over thirty years, he could move back and forth freely even with his eyes blindfolded. He was clear about when and where he should put his feet and which methods would save him the most energy, but it didnt go that smoothly for the soldiers.

The route Jiang Pengji picked seemed flat and with zero traps. There were some setups along the road, and it was an extremely tiring route.

The hunter was used to it, and he didnt have a hard time with it. The soldiers pushed on with their journey during the night, and it was a dreadful terrain for people to walk on. They were worn out.

The head of the entourage was flustered and exasperated in his desire to kill Meng Hun for payback, so he kept hastening his soldiers to catch up.

A soldier panted and talked to the head of the entourage while he was jogging. No rush, sir. Meng Hun wouldnt predict that we are wheeling around and about to hit his back.

No kidding. It would take at least about an hour for four hundred people to carry the amount of grain away, and they will be encumbered and not able to march fast. Even if we dont catch them red handed, we can still catch up with them. There is no need to be in such a hurry. We can take a small break.

The head of the entourages face turned dark when he heard this, and he whipped that soldier.

The soldier screeched. There was a long string of blood running from one side of his forehead to the other side of his chin. He took a blank step and fell backwards onto his back and rolled off the slope. There were only some deep sounds afterwards when he hit something, and it went silent instantly.

The head of the entourage had no mercy for him. Instead, he spoke in a spooky tone. Speed is a soldiers asset. How could we miss this perfect chance because of some lame reasons? Meng Hun is as slippery as an eel. Who knows what setups he has? Whoever asks for rest will end up like him!

The other soldiers all went mute, and no one dared to say a word. They lowered their heads and held their breath just in case they would get whipped if they made any noise by breathing too heavily.

The head of the entourage said arrogantly, Since no one disapproves of this, then we will continue on our way to capture Meng Hun alive. That will grant us honor as long as we catch Meng Hun. I will ask for a reward from the County Chief, and you wont need to worry about your career. You guys will only have a prosperous career, life, and money. Wealth, pretty girls, and an elevated social status will chase after you.

With that motivation, the soldiers cast their fear behind. A feeling of pride rose in their hearts.

Not long after, the bandits stockade was within a reachable distance. There was light in the stockade as well. The head of the entourage couldnt stop from laughing.

He pointed at the beam of light and said to his soldiers, That dumba** Meng Hun did plan to lure me out of my base to stall for more time. He just didnt expect me to keep some of our own force here to protect the grain. He seriously believed the grain is just like take out food. He has to exchange the grain for his life

They were getting closer and closer, and he felt a surge in his heart when he sniffed blood in the air. He was full of excitement because he was convinced that it was the proof that Meng Hun was there and had tried a sneak raid. It was very likely that they were severely wounded and they fled.

They were only one hundred meters away from the gate of the stockade when the hunter suddenly had a bad feeling; he felt like he was being targeted by some horrendous animals. His hunch had saved his life multiple times from danger, but it had never been that intense before

He paused in his steps and quickly rolled over.

The hunter felt as though both his hands and legs fell asleep. It felt like he would have already lost his life if he had rolled over one second later.

His actions were out of blue, but it helped to wake up the head of the entourage from his self-satisfaction and extreme ecstasy. He put on his poker face. What the hell are you doing?

A weird piercing sound came from above before he finished his inquiry. Some miserable shrieks came from the back of the troops.

The exhausted soldiers went down one by one like harvesting rice, one sweep after another. The head of the entourage started to get frightened.

It was darkness wherever he looked, and there was not even a shadow of his enemies. It seemed like all the arrows were coming out of nowhere.

It was only three rounds of shooting and only around thirty out of the hundred of his soldiers that remained alive. The rest had all been shot like targets.

The entourage was just as timid as a hare. The previous Master of the Mengs really should feel shame about his descendants continuing to use the useless entourage leader.

Jiang Pengji sat on a branch. She was considering giving the head of the entourage some arrows for dessert, but she hadnt expected that he would be so heartless as to grab the dead bodies of his entourage and use them as a shield. All the random arrows slammed into the dead bodies instead of hurting him at all.

It was rare that someone could be so useless.

Qiguan Rang didnt have excellent night vision. He only understood that she was belittling her opponent.

Jiang Pengji slapped the tree trunk, and it made a loud, harsh sound.

Her troops heard the signal and cupped their hands on their mouths. They yelled, It is ridiculous that the previous Master of the Mengs was considered a hero!

Qiguan Rangs heart suddenly dropped. He was spooked by the thunderously loud shout.

It is a shame that his descendants are as timid as dogs.

Qiguan Rang almost dropped his fan out of surprise.

Was it really okay that they were mocking their enemies so obviously?

At that moment, Qiguan Rang remembered the last coarse cloth that Jiang Pengji had left for her enemies. It had a statement that said that the Mengs were dogs.

Qiguan Rang had nothing more to say about it. That could really make people mad, okay? He felt like his brain would explode for sure.

There was a bullet screen that jumped out of the streaming room, and Jiang Pengjis eyes glittered with light. Everyone shoutsMengs Master slaughtered enemies for the safety of the civilians. His descendants lost the son as well as the grain! One generation is worse than the next one. Shame on your ancestors!