Rebirth: Phoenix Riding the Ninth Heaven

The tall, thin man stealthily led Zhao Si and his group towards the mysterious place where the Huns were discovered. All around them was silence, with only the sound of their footsteps and breathing echoing in the air.

When they finally arrived at their destination, the sight before them stunned everyone. Amidst a blazing fire, several people sat gathered together, intently roasting food. Chunks of meat were skewered on dry branches, crackling under the flames and emitting a tempting, charred aroma.

Zhao Si and the others couldn't help but gulp at the sight. "Damn it! I'm almost starving, and you guys are still here leisurely barbecuing!" Zhao Si muttered indignantly to his companions, his voice low.

A fierce look flashed in his eyes, and then he whispered: "Brothers, today is a great opportunity for us to stand out and make great achievements! As long as we can capture these three beasts, no matter they are dead or alive, we will have made great achievements this time! We will definitely be rewarded handsomely when we return. Everyone, find a secluded corner to hide first, and when they relax their vigilance a little, we will rush up and capture them in one fell swoop!" After that, Zhao Si took the lead, crouching down and tiptoed towards a bush not far away. The others followed suit and quickly disappeared into the night.

Amidst the blazing fire, several Huns expertly flipped the grill. The meat sizzled as the flames licked it, and a tantalizing aroma filled the air. Soon, the meat was golden brown, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. The Huns eagerly removed it and began to chew it with big mouthfuls. Their faces were greasy, their mouths stained with gravy, but they didn't care. They laughed heartily as they ate, as if this place was their world.

Zhao Si hid in the shadows, his eyes fixed on the Xiongnu's every move, his fury rising. He clenched his fists, his teeth chattering as he cursed, "Damn these little bastards! How dare they brazenly feast on our territory? They don't even take us seriously!" However, despite his immense anger and resentment, Zhao Si knew he couldn't act rashly. He suppressed his impulses, suppressing all his emotions, and continued to observe these men quietly.

If the Xiongnu showed any sign of slacking off or revealing a flaw, Zhao Si would rush forward without hesitation, crushing them with a thunderous force, absolutely not allowing these despicable beasts a chance to escape. With this unwavering conviction, Zhao Si, like a cheetah lurking in the darkness, quietly and patiently hid to the side, silently waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

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Not long after, the men, having sated themselves with wine and food, sat leisurely on their horses. One of them pulled a thick sheepskin from his pack and carefully spread it out at the foot of the northern valley. They then whispered to each other, seemingly discussing their next move. One of them remained behind to keep watch, while the other two, yawning, walked off to a nearby spot, found a relatively flat and comfortable spot, and lay down to sleep.

Zhao Si, observing all this from the shadows, waited until the two men had fallen asleep for about half an hour before deciding the time was right. He gently gestured to his men. Following their plan, three nimble and agile men quietly moved toward the guard, while the rest, like hungry wolves, pounced on the two sleeping men. Zhao Si had only one thought in mind—no matter what, he had to put these men to death first!

The three nimble men kept their eyes fixed on their target. As they watched him rise and walk to a tree to relieve himself, they crept in behind him. Meanwhile, the fourth man, also closely watching the situation, saw his men already in position, crouched down and tiptoed slowly toward the two sleeping figures. Just as Zhao Si and his men were about to strike, a piercing cry of "Ah!" Without hesitation, Zhao Si and his men swiftly raised their sharp machetes and, like a torrential downpour, attacked the two men.

The two Xiongnu, still deep in sleep, were startled awake by the sudden shout. They instinctively reached for their nearby machetes, but were too late. Zhao Si led his men in a merciless attack, their swords slashing and slashing. In a flurry of blows, the two Xiongnu were instantly reduced to a bloody mess, ultimately becoming a gruesome pile of flesh.

The Hun man on night watch was tall and imposing, but under the fierce attack of the three men, he gradually lost the upper hand. At this moment, one of the detectives suddenly used an unexpected knife technique, stabbing the Hun man with lightning speed. With a flash of cold light, the Hun man was caught off guard, and a vicious gash was opened in the abdomen, and blood gushed out instantly.

After achieving his goal, the constable didn't hesitate, pursuing the enemy with his sword, wielding it like the wind and with unstoppable force. Seeing this, the other two also coordinated closely, not giving the Hun any chance to breathe. Although the Hun fought hard, he was ultimately no match for the three well-trained constables, and gradually became overwhelmed and vulnerable.

After a fierce fight, one of the constables finally seized the opportunity and swung his sword. With a crisp "crack," the Hun's right arm was severed. The pain of the severed arm made the Hun scream like a pig being slaughtered, and he fell to the ground, writhing in agony. The miserable sound echoed in the silent night.

Meanwhile, Zhao Si dispatched the other two Xiongnu with ease. Turning around, he saw another Xiongnu writhing in agony, and he was overjoyed. He raised his head high and shouted, "Come on! Knock this guy unconscious, tie him up, and take him back! Leave him alive so the adults can interrogate him thoroughly. As for these two dead guys, use horses to drag their bodies back to our territory. That way, we can show those thieves who dare to invade that we are not to be trifled with!"

When everyone heard Zhao Si's powerful order, they cheered in unison and responded excitedly: "That's it! Let these barbarians know how powerful we are. Let's see if they dare to sneak into our territory and act wildly and harass our people in the future!" For a moment, cheers and shouts resounded through the sky, as if to shatter the night sky.

Zhao Si led several of his trusted men, fiercely tying the two deceased Huns to the back of their horses. Then, they roughly tied up the still-living Hun, but with one arm missing, like a dumpling, so tightly that there was barely a sliver of space for him to break free. Furthermore, they gagged the Hun with rags to silence him. Finally, they collectively placed the captive on the horse and dragged him back home.

Along the way, the group was filled with jubilation, their hearts brimming with anticipation for the impending rewards. Thinking of their great achievements, and the lavish rewards and honors they would surely receive upon their return, everyone was filled with excitement. This joy seemed to become a powerful force, energizing their steps and unconsciously quickening their pace. Before they knew it, the journey didn't seem as far as they had imagined.

Soon, a majestic and solemn yamen appeared before their eyes. The yamen runners on duty at the gate saw Zhao Si and his companions from afar. They were riding on fine horses, dragging three disheveled figures behind them. When they got closer, the officer in charge of guarding the yamen finally saw clearly that the person being dragged on the horse's back was a bloodstained and horribly battered Xiongnu man, and behind the horse were two more men whose faces were completely disfigured. This scene instantly perked the officer up. He quickly walked up to Zhao Si, and said loudly with a smile on his face: "Oh my, Brother Zhao, judging by your posture, you must have successfully captured an important person! Congratulations!"

He waved his hands modestly and said repeatedly: "No, no, we just caught a few insignificant minions." After that, he glanced at the two subordinates behind him and continued: "It's a pity that we didn't leave any more people alive." Hearing this, we hurriedly asked: "I wonder if you are still in the yamen now? What should we do with the only survivor?" The yamen runner replied hurriedly: "Brother Zhao, you are in there! Today's incident has made the prince very angry. How could you dare to slack off? You stayed in the yamen all night waiting for news. The information you brought this time will surely make you very happy. You'd better go into the yamen quickly!" After that, he turned around and ran inside to report.

The yamen runner rushed into the hall, shouting as he walked, "My lord, my lord, good news!" The voice was like thunder, instantly perking up Lord Qian. He sat upright in his chair, eagerly waiting for the yamen runner to come and report. The yamen runner came before Lord Qian, panting, and said intermittently, "My lord, we have killed two Huns and brought them back alive! We are waiting for you to deal with them!" Lord Qian was so happy to hear this news that he almost flew into a rage. He said to the yamen runner, "Hurry and invite them in! Whoever handed the living man to the torture chamber must pry out their accomplices from him!" The yamen runner, having received the confirmation, rushed out like a gust of wind, found Zhao Si, and conveyed the yamen runner's instructions to him.