Zhou Sui spurred his horse forward for another distance; by this time, they were basically safe.
Even if the people from the military camp arrived, not knowing the situation inside the city, they would inevitably enter the city first to assess the situation before deciding whether to hunt them down.
Zhou Sui couldn't help but look back towards Liang City. From afar, he could see torches inside the city moving towards the outside.
A hint of a smile finally appeared in his eyes. It seemed that many commoners had listened to his shouts and were fleeing out of the city.
At the same time, his admiration for Jiang Jin deepened.
Burning the granary scattered the city's military forces and caused all sorts of suspicions and panic within the Governor's Manor.
Killing Jiao Liang and Guan Jin caused even greater panic. Most importantly, it left Liang City leaderless, instantly turning all the soldiers in the city into scattered sand.
Burning down the Governor's Manor further dispersed the troops in the city and the manor, making it easier for them to rescue people and kill their targets.
It was also a wake-up call for the city's civilians. The Han people in the city, living under the control of the Jiao people, were already in a state of constant anxiety.
With the Governor's Manor burned, it was likely that few commoners would be able to sleep tonight.
Some farsighted individuals might have already guessed that a change was coming to the city and prepared their luggage, which was why they could escape so quickly.
It could be said that she had calculated every step, even the time it would take for the city soldiers to call for reinforcements, giving the commoners time to leave the city.
Jiang Jin drove the two-horse carriage very smoothly. She also shouted along the way. Unfortunately, she ran into a squad of Jiao soldiers on the road.
Since she was wearing night vision goggles, she spotted them from afar and quickly dispatched them with her crossbow.
The guards at the East Gate had already been taken out by her earlier, and their replacements hadn't arrived yet. They probably hadn't even been discovered, considering how chaotic Liang City was tonight.
Therefore, her exit from the city was also considered very smooth.
Unlike her smooth journey, Yao Ji's side encountered a small squad of cavalry, led by none other than Big Beard, who had previously gone to support the firefighting at the granary.
After seeing the Governor's Manor on fire, he realized something was wrong and brought a small cavalry squad back to check the situation, just in time to run into Yao Ji and Xie Nanxiao.
Yao Ji didn't waste any words. Holding the Mo Lin lance, he charged forward. At this moment, there was only battle!
A carriage could not outrun a single rider!
Even if it could, without taking care of this squad, they would face a pincer attack from the gate guards and this cavalry once they reached the city gates.
Therefore, defeating them one by one was their best choice right now.
The Mo Lin lance was nearly five meters long. Before the enemy could get close, Yao Ji had already sent a man flying.
A cavalryman on the left tried to sneak attack, but before he could raise his saber, an arrow pierced his neck.
The one shooting the arrow was Xie Nanxiao. The carriage was heavy and hard to maneuver for dodging, so he chose to provide ranged support.
Yao Ji had already sent a second cavalryman flying. His collarbones felt numb and painful, his eyelids were burning, and his trembling hands were becoming somewhat disobedient.
He knew he couldn't hold on for much longer; he had to end the battle quickly.
His eyes were bloodshot, full of determination and ruthlessness. The hatred for his ruined country and broken family, along with his strong will, kept him from falling.
The night was pitch black, and the moonlight was dim. Big Beard didn't recognize Yao Ji, but he recognized that horse lance!
In Liang City, the only person with such masterful horse lance skills was Yao Ji.
It dawned on him. It seemed the chaos tonight was inevitably connected to Yao Ji, and might even have been orchestrated by him.
Watching his subordinates being sent flying one after another by Yao Ji, his eyes widened in disbelief.
As far as he knew, Yao Ji's collarbones had been pierced. How could he still wield a horse lance?!
His thoughts were chaotic, but his movements were not slow. He spurred his horse toward Yao Ji, slashing his long saber diagonally at him.
Yao Ji had just sent a Jiao soldier flying and couldn't defend in time. However, he didn't panic. Gripping the reins tightly with one hand and squeezing the horse's belly with his legs, he leaned his entire body to the right.
Big Beard's long saber barely grazed past Yao Ji's waist, stirring up a startling gust of wind.
Just as he retracted his blade to strike again, an arrow flew toward him.
He had to pull back to defend, using his long saber to deflect the arrow. However, arrows shot toward him one after another.
At this moment, Xie Nanxiao didn't care about shooting accurately; his main focus was speed. His goal was simple: to create an opportunity for Yao Ji.
Yao Ji had already sat up straight. With a squeeze of the horse's belly and a pull of the reins, the horse quickly turned around and charged straight at Big Beard.
Feeling the hoofbeats approaching from behind, Big Beard hurriedly tried to turn his horse around to face him.
However, Yao Ji's speed was too fast, and the distance between them wasn't far. He had only turned halfway when the gleaming cold blade of the lance pierced his skin.
Entering through the left waist and exiting through the right!
It only stopped when the crossguard at the base of the lance blade caught against him.
Yao Ji exerted force with his hand, and Big Beard was sent flying, crashing to the ground.
The lance shaft's incredible bending and rebounding force instantly snapped it back into place. The blade, still dripping with crimson blood, aimed at the remaining two cavalrymen and charged.
The arrows in Xie Nanxiao's hands also flew out.
After sending another cavalryman flying, Yao Ji suddenly felt the world spinning. His body swayed, and he gripped the reins tightly, his knuckles turning white.
Xie Nanxiao hurriedly asked, Are you alright? Why don't you get in the carriage, I'll handle the city gate.
Yao Ji took two deep breaths, steadying his breathing. Only after feeling the dizziness subside a bit did he reach out a trembling hand to press against his chest. When he lifted his hand, it was covered in thick, sticky liquid.
At this moment, he could hardly feel any pain all over his body; he only felt cold, very cold. He silently lowered his hand and spat out a single word: Go!
After saying that, he rode his horse and led the way, galloping madly toward the North Gate.
Although Xie Nanxiao was worried, he could only grit his teeth and drive the carriage to keep up. They needed to leave the city as soon as possible, or they wouldn't be able to leave at all.
North Gate.
Several gate-guarding soldiers stood on the city wall, looking at the billowing thick smoke from the Governor's Manor and the granary, their expressions all very grim.
The squad leader sighed, Perhaps we were wrong back then.
This small squad of theirs were all Han people.
The soldiers standing beside him all looked terrified. Someone couldn't help but ask, Captain, are you saying this was really done by Han people? The Yan Kingdom is gone; who else could do this?
The squad leader shook his head, I don't know exactly who it is, but it's definitely related to Yao Ji and his two companions.
Speaking of this, the few men fell silent again. They had all heard about Yao Ji and the other two being rescued that morning.
Let's flee. We have weapons and surplus grain at home. We're definitely better off than those commoners; there has to be a way to survive, a soldier with thick lips suggested with a trembling voice.
Yes, the Jiao people won't let us go. Now is the best time to escape, another soldier echoed.
The squad leader glanced at them. Just as he was about to speak, he heard the sound of hoofbeats in the distance. His heart tightened: Ready your bows and arrows, it might be the enemy.
The men hurriedly drew their bows and nocked their arrows, aiming the gleaming arrowheads at the pitch-black source of the sound.
The hoofbeats grew closer and closer.
The squad leader shouted loudly, Who goes there?
Many readers said they don't know what a horse lance looks like, so here is a picture of a horse lance.
