The Flower Of War

Chapter 57: Treasure

Wu Xiao pulled out his sword, fending off the arrows that were targeting him. He approached the car.

"Liying, you guys don't come out! Leave it to us!"

The three became vigilant. Xiao Ce immediately hugged Yiu and embraced Huang. "Compose! Huang, pull out this wooden chair and make it a shield!"

Ming Zijing also took out his arrows and started aiming.

The arrows that came were too many, they were difficult to control the situation due to the existence of an enemy that was hard to see in the thick of the bamboo forest.

Almost half the incense stick of Wu Xiao's troops could only fend off the attack without a reply. Meanwhile, the opponent's attacks continued to cause casualties.

"We can't keep fending! We have to fight back!" said one soldier.

"Prince, give us orders!"

Wu Xiao shouted at Ming Zijing, "Ming Zijing, bring some troops and run away with Prince Wang Xiao Ce and his sister. I'll hold them off for a while."

Ming Zijing who was still busy throwing blind arrows glanced at Wu Xiao dislike.

"I'm not a loser who only knows how to escape."

"You carry arrows, you can protect them. Hurry on! Don't waste your arrows!"

Ming Zijing screeched before running backwards towards the carriage and breaking down the door.

"Go away from here!"

Ming Zijing brought the six warriors and the three brothers back into the heart of the forest.

Yiu ran dragged by Prince Huang, he then turned his head all over. "Why are we running? Where's Wu Xiao?"

Ming Zijing, "He's distracting. We have to hide."

Yiu immediately stopped his steps. "You left him alone?! ...."

Yiu snatched the nearby warrior sword and was about to return following Wu Xiao. However, his intentions were hindered by his brother

"Ge...?!"

"You can't go. Dangerous."

Yiu burst into rage, "If Gege himself knew it was dangerous why still let Wu Xiao fight alone?!"

"A-Ying, listen du-"

Booms!!

There was the sound of an explosion from a distance accompanied by a strong vibration on the ground. It seemed like his voice was coming from the carriageway where Wu Xiao was.

Yiu and the others were sculpting. All the worst thoughts came to Yiu's mind.

Xiao Ce was the first to react. He pulled Yiu's hand and handed it to Ming Zijing as he said, "Get my sister. I went to help."

Huang immediately chimed in, "I'm coming."

Yiu did not accept. "You're not leaving me, are you? Ge... I can help!"

Xiao Ce shook his head and slowly damaged his sister's hair. Afterwards, Xiao Ce and Huang ran along with the sword in their hands and headed back towards the forest path.

Yiu wanted to catch up. However, his hand was pulled by Ming Zijing. The pull meant little to Yiu so he quickly let loose.

Yiu took advantage of the opportunity to run but this time only a few steps ran his body like it was lifted against gravity.

Apparently Ming Zijing was without permission carrying him on the shoulder. Yiu thrashed as he lashed at Ming Zijing's back which looked unshakable in his steps.

Ming Zijing walked quickly before gradually increasing his speed to running.

When it felt far enough and safe, Ming Zijing lowered Yiu from his shoulders. The new Yiu retraced the ground immediately pushed Ming Zijing's shoulders strong until he took a few steps back.

"Coward!"

Just one word. However, it made Ming Zijing lower his head.

"Your brother told you to run."

"Then you just follow it? Are you willing to leave your friend to fight alone? Do you think I'm a weak woman who needs protection, huh?!"

Yiu's face turned red, either from anger or from crying. A small sparkle was seen in the corner of his eye, an expression clearly drawn a feeling of worry and unwillingness. However, the words he put out were too spicy and passionate.

Ming Zijing could only lower his eyes. Not daring to look at the dark bead Yiu who was now blushing it.

"Sorry." That was all he could say among the millions of words that could be said.

"Wu Xiao was there, my two brothers were there as well. The existence of the enemy is undetected and you chose to flee alone?! Is that what you call a friend?"

Ming Zijing had exhausted his patience to calm Yiu down so he snapped involuntarily, "However you are a woman! You are entitled and must be protected! Especially you're his sister! Which brother wants his sister to be wretched?!"

Yiu instantly fell silent into a thousand languages. His mouth was open but there was not the slightest sound he could make.

"Listen to my words, we hide and wait for them for a moment. If they do not come we immediately set the attacking strategy. How's it?"

Not yet Yiu replied with a nod, sounding rustling of broken leaves and twigs from behind Yiu.

The two turned their heads in alarm, with one move of Ming Zijing standing in front of Yiu. His eyes pinched and realized there was the silhouette of several people dressed all in black in front of him.

They are outnumbered.

Ming Zijing immediately withdrew Yiu's hand and ran away as fast as they could. However, in front of him appeared a few men who were dressed the same as they saw.

Ming Zijing and Yiu turned their backs on each other. There were ten people dressed in black as well as face coverings, ten shiny swords surrounding them.

From the beginning they were surrounded.

Ming Zijing whispered, "Stay behind me, I will handle them."

Yiu smiled a cynical smile. "You underestimated me?"

"All are opponents together!"

The inevitable fight. Ming Zijing threw away his bow, both of them fighting empty-handed.

The plotters were quite well-trained, what else their attacking technique was very similar to Yiu's attacking technique even though it was not limited and as effective as he taught. It was certain they were Bai Qing's soldiers.

Both of them were a little overwhelmed with ten swordsmen.

Yiu took a deep movement and struck the strong joints in the hands of the enemy until there was the sound of broken bones and the sound of deafening screams.

The man's sword fell down and Yiu did not have time to catch it. He turned around and dodged to the side from the sword that was about to pierce his artery, taking the opportunity to kick his head unconscious.

Bugh...

One more fell in Yiu's hands. Meanwhile, Ming Zijing grabbed one of the opponents legs and kicked his head that was on the ground.

The blow came from behind, Ming Zijing shifted slightly and held the tightly clenched hand and slammed the hand and owner onto the ground violently.

Ming Zijing does not like to waste time. Armed with his archery training, he could see the enemy's movements as quickly as it could.

His right hand clenched tightly, all of his strength gathered in his hand and with full force he punched the other opponent's face unconscious and his nose was broken.

Srieett's...

Before the soldier fainted, his sword-wielding hand managed to scratch the left shoulder of Ming Zijing.

Ming Zijing stared at his wound for a moment. There was no time to care about it now so he resumed the fight.

Yiu was now surrounded by four people at once. Yiu could only keep an eye on three out of four as it was at a blind spot.

Yiu was busy fighting the three warriors until he was unaware a sword was coming from behind him.

"Be careful!"

Yiu turned his head and found Ming Zijing had already blocked the sword by hand!

Ming Zijing's right hand grasped the sword without hesitation. Drop by drop a thick red colored liquid fell to the ground.

Ming Zijing's expression was still solemn, his teeth grinding violently. He kicked the owner of the sword until the blood-stained sword slipped out of its grip.

In the same second, Yiu immediately snatched one of the swords and slashed all the remaining opponents in a split second.

Yiu turned around and looked at Ming Zijing's hand that was bathed in his own blood.

"Are you okay?" ming Zijing asked with a face that was slowly starting to lose its color.

"Stupid! I should have asked like that!" Yiu grabbed the injured wrist of Ming Zijing and placed it on a large rock not far from where they were standing.

"Do you have a cloth that can be used as a bandage?"

Ming Zijing simply fell silent then shook his head. Yiu let out a rough breath before looking down and tearing off the outer layer of his clothes.

Ming Zijing could not help but open his eyes wide in shock. He opened his mouth but did not know what to say and chose to throw away his face to maintain courtesy.

Understanding Ming Zijing's thoughts, Yiu said as he opened his fragrance bag, "It's an emergency."

After tearing his clothes he patted the cloth briefly, before wrapping the cloth into Ming Zijing's hand he pounded some dried leaves that could stop the bleeding and smeared it onto the wound.

"It's gonna hurt a little, hold it for a second."

Finished smearing the medicine, Yiu began to tie the cloth and gently bandage the wound of Ming Zijing who was still flat-faced despite looking very pale like an undead.

"A-yin! Beijing!"

"Liying! Ice Stone!!"

From a distance they heard faintly the sound of someone shouting.

The two looked at each other for a moment before recognizing who the owner of the voice was.

"Gee! We're here!"

Before long a group of men were seen from a distance and their silhouettes grew clearer as the distance between them was close.

Wu Xiao was in front of the group. He who realized Yiu's existence first and immediately ran towards her followed by the others.

Wu Xiao crouched down in front of Yiu who was still clad in Ming Zijing's hands, holding both shoulders and watching every inch of Yiu's body from top to bottom.

"Liying, you're not hurt, are you? Your clothes are torn! Do they dare touch you? Where was it touched? Where?!"

Yiu rolled a lazy eyeball looking at Wu Xiao's attitude which he thought was always excessive. "I tore it myself."

Wu Xiao furrowed his brows. Yiu motioned his eyes toward Ming Zijing's hand wrapped in a cloth that had already been stained with blood while returning to finish the final dressing.

Wu Xiao understood the situation, his hand then patted Ming Zijing's left shoulder with an unwilling expression. "The injury is not severe .... You should wait for us for a while, I'll treat him later."

Ming Zijing's face paled even more, his left hand moving roughly against Wu Xiao's hand from his shoulder.

Not yet had Wu Xiao looked at Ming Zijing, he saw his right palm that was already covered in blood. Wu Xiao broke up instantly.

Yiu who saw him was in the pattern. "Where have you been hurt?"

Ming Zijing simply shook his head expressionlessly. The guilt-ridden Wu Xiao immediately took Yiu's hand and continued the bond in Ming Zijing's hand while pushing Yiu away from Ming Zijing.

"I feel guilty so I'll treat you, okay? Liying, you just sit down and rest. It's inappropriate for a princess to treat another man."

Yiu snorted."Not shameless."

Ming Zijing's expression darkened, turning his back to Wu Xiao who was busy with his injuries.

His two older brothers who had just finished examining the black-clothed corpse finally walked over to Yiu.

"A-Ying, are you okay?"

"I'm good, Ge."

Xiao Ce complained softly, "We can't continue the journey by train. Too risky."

Yiu pondered for a moment, a flash of survival strategy loomed in his mind.

"We're looking for the nearest village or town around here. I have a strategy that's supposed to be quite potent with a bit of an army."

Both her brothers nodded. Yiu's attention was suddenly fixed on a large black box that two guards were carrying behind Prince Huang.

"Huang Gege, what's in that box?"

Huang followed Yiu's line of sight and then exclaimed lowly, "Oh this box contains strange items, but judging from the shape maybe it's terrible kitchen ingredients or whatever it is I don't know it's clearly yours."

Yiu frowned feeling like he had seen the box before, he approached the box then asked for approval to open the box to his brother through an eye gesture.

Huang nodded small. "The box was given by one of your personal servants who managed to escape at that time. He said he didn't know what the point of this stuff was but it's obviously very important to you."

The box was lowered to the ground and one of the soldiers opened the box cover. Yiu's bead sparkled, her sweet face color shining brightly in the lush bamboo forest.

Hwang who saw him felt a little strange and asked, "A-Ying .. Are you okay? Are these spices good to eat?"

Yiu smiled widely while shaking his head. "It's not a spice, Ge .... Why can I forget something so important! Huh, ... Ge, ... we will soon take over Qiu Wang."

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