Return of the Pearl

The next day, the morning light shone through the window lattice, casting strands of golden light on the ground, as if covering the earth with a layer of golden gauze. The bright sunshine was like a group of lively elves, jumping happily on the ground, flashing dazzling light.

After breakfast, Fu Heng stood in the middle of the room. He stood as tall and straight as a pine tree, with a look of determination and resoluteness between his brows. He slowly turned around and looked at Erkang and Yan Xishen, his eyes full of expectation and encouragement.

Erkang and Yan Xishen were already prepared. They straightened their backs, their eyes gleaming with a glint of exploration. Fu Heng took a deep breath and said in a steady voice, "Let's go and explore the underground water source and solve the urgent needs of the people." With that, he took a step and led Erkang and Yan Xishen out the door. His steps were firm and powerful, and each step was filled with a sense of mission. In his heart, he was filled with a sense of responsibility for the mission and concern for the people.

At this moment, Fu Heng, who was about to leave, suddenly stopped as if he was cast under a spell. For a moment, the air around him seemed to be stagnant.

Qianlong's expression became extremely solemn, his brows were tightly furrowed, as if twisted into an unsolvable knot, and there seemed to be endless worry surging between his brows. His eyes were fixed on Fuheng, and his eyes were full of deep concern and worry, like a deep lake that made people sink into it.

Immediately afterwards, Qianlong gave Fuheng another order. His voice was low and powerful, as if every word contained a thousand pounds of force. "Fuheng, among the two thousand soldiers and horses left behind at the county government office, you must immediately separate one thousand soldiers and horses to go and support the team escorting the relief grain." There was unquestionable determination in his words.

When Fu Heng heard the order, his heart trembled. He could feel the heavy responsibility behind Qianlong's words. He raised his head slightly and looked at Qianlong, with a determined light in his eyes. He thought to himself and knew the importance of this mission. After a moment, he responded solemnly: "I obey your order." After that, his eyes revealed determination, and he turned around and prepared to carry out Qianlong's order.

Fu Heng moved extremely agilely, sending out a thousand men as quickly as the wind. His eyes were determined, and his brows showed courage and perseverance.

Immediately afterwards, he took the lead and led the team personally. His posture was as straight as a pine tree, his steps were firm and powerful, and his heart was full of a sense of mission. Together with Erkang and Yan Xishen, he embarked on the arduous journey to find water.

On the way forward, Fu Heng looked back from time to time, paying attention to the situation of the team. His face was full of concern and concentration, and he secretly prayed in his heart that this operation could be completed smoothly.

At the same time, the team transporting relief grain also successfully arrived near Jinan Prefecture, Shandong. However, what was shocking was that the group of vicious bandits had already secretly planned on this land, and everything had been arranged properly, making foolproof preparations for ambush and killing.

They had set up sinister ambushes here in advance, stealthily like ghosts. The traps were dug so deep that they looked like bloody mouths waiting for their prey.

The rows of bows and arrows flashing with cold light have been arranged neatly, with arrows on the strings, ready to be fired, just waiting for those people to enter their carefully designed encirclement, and then they will launch a brutal and bloody massacre.

All these arrangements reveal the bandits' insidious cunning and cruelty, as if a horrible nightmare is about to come, making people shudder and feel fear.

On the winding road, the team transporting relief grains moved forward with difficulty. They were already exhausted, but after receiving the emperor's edict, they had only one belief in their hearts, that is, to deliver the relief grains to Jinan Prefecture, Shandong as soon as possible to save those suffering people. They traveled almost day and night, and everyone's face was full of determination and perseverance, and no one complained about the hard work.

However, they did not know that a huge danger was quietly approaching. When the team stepped into the forest, suddenly, the trap on the ground was triggered. Some people fell into the deep trap unexpectedly and shouted in fear. Then, the bandits' hideous laughter and shouts of killing were heard all around.

The bandits came like a tide, and arrows shot at the team like locusts. People took up weapons to resist, but under the fierce attack of the bandits, they gradually fell into trouble. Some soldiers were pierced by the sharp spikes in the trap and struggled in pain; some were hit by arrows, and the arrows penetrated deeply into their bodies, staining their clothes with blood, and their expressions were full of pain and despair.

In that fierce battle, the soldiers burst out with an extremely tenacious will, as indomitable as a burning flame. They gripped their swords tightly, danced, and fought a desperate battle with the vicious bandits. Even though their bodies were covered with scars and blood, they had no intention of retreating.

Some soldiers roared angrily, fighting the bandits to the death with all their might, each swing of their swords filled with endless anger and determination; others, their eyes as firm as a rock, still stood firm at their posts at the last moment of their lives, like an unshakable monument.

The clanging of swords clashing was endless, and the shouts and roars were intertwined, forming a chaotic and tragic battlefield. The figures of soldiers shuttled through the swords and shadows, and they used their blood and lives to compose a tragic heroic song.

On the battlefield, the deafening shouts and cries, the piercing sounds of swords clashing, and the shrill screams, like a horrific piece of music, intertwined together, playing the melody of death and forming an incomparably tragic picture. This picture was filled with endless blood and killing, which made people terrified.

In the end, although the soldiers tried their best and fought a desperate battle with the bandits with tenacious will and fearless courage, the bandits were too ferocious and they were unable to withstand the surging attack like a tide. The entire team transporting relief food was wiped out and no one survived.

On the battlefield, the bodies of soldiers were lying all over the place. Some died in extremely tragic ways, their bodies mutilated by swords and knives, and their flesh and blood were blurred; some had faces distorted by pain, as if they were still telling of their struggle and unwillingness in life.

These tragic scenes are unbearable to watch, and the heart is filled with grief and sorrow. The blood all over the ground seems as if the earth is crying, mourning for these heroic lives.

The forest seemed to be immersed in deep sorrow, silently shedding tears for the tragedy. The leaves rustled in the wind, and the sound seemed like the forest humming, expressing the grandeur and cruelty of the battle. The wind was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the pungent smell made people feel extremely depressed and sad, as if even the air was mourning for the tragedy.

And those soldiers who sacrificed their lives heroically interpreted the true meaning of loyalty and the connotation of responsibility at the cost of their own lives. They used their blood and lives to create an immortal heroic legend and became the greatest heroes in this disaster.

Their names will be forever engraved in people's hearts; their deeds will be passed down through the ages; their spirit will always inspire future generations to forge ahead in the face of difficulties, never retreat, and never give up.