Pick up a princess to be your wife

After taking control of the situation, the White Horse Army remained silent and motionless.

Sima Gang whispered, "Big sister, the... army you brought?"

Sima Xiangyue shook his head.

"They weren't brought by me, but they are our people. You're lucky you escaped danger."

Fortunately, Li Mu had a backup plan and sent someone to protect her secretly.

Sima Gang was now somewhat bewildered and at a loss.

"What should we do now?" Sima Gang asked.

Things had gone beyond Sima Xiangyue's expectations, but she quickly came up with an idea.

"Let's take Sima Hong into custody first. There are many things we don't know, but he definitely does," Sima Xiangyue said.

We should be able to extract a lot of useful information from Sima Hong.

Sima Xiangyue walked up to Sima Hong and was about to press him down when a cold light flashed from Sima Hong's sleeve.

Sima Xiangyue was startled. She tried to dodge, but it was too late.

Oops!

The guards around him all took their eyes on Sima Hong.

However, Sima Hong's movements were too fast. Even if their muskets could kill Sima Hong, they could not kill him completely before he could draw his sword.

Sima Xiangyue is in danger!

At the critical moment, a loud "Bang!" rang out.

Sima Hong's hand, which was drawing the knife, had just extended the knife.

A bullet entered Sima Hong's back shoulder and exited from his front shoulder.

A burst of brilliant blood erupted from his shoulder, and in the blink of an eye, a wound the size of the bottom of a small bowl appeared, a bloody mess.

Sima Hong was jolted awake. Under the immense impact, he suddenly collapsed to the ground, the short blade in his hand falling limply to the ground.

Just now, Sima Hong felt as if a huge boulder had hit his shoulder.

The force of that impact was something he, a martial arts master at the fourth rank, simply couldn't withstand.

In fact, Sima Hong knew that the situation had reversed and that he was in a crisis.

But he never intended to kill Sima Xiangyue, otherwise he would have been riddled with bullets by hundreds of muskets.

He only wanted to use the short blade to subdue Sima Xiangyue and take her hostage so that he could successfully escape the trap.

Unexpectedly, his speed in striking the blade was so fast that Sima Xiangyue couldn't react in time, yet he still took a hit from the gun.

The impact of that shot was so great that it caused him to fail at the last moment.

Sima Xiangyue's eyes were wide open; she was still in a state of panic.

Before she could even react, Sima Hong had already fallen to the ground.

Just then, a familiar figure darted in.

"Mom, I'm here."

"Mo'er..."

Sima Xiangyue breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he immediately became even more nervous.

"Why did your Uncle Xingzhou send you here? Bohai is enemy territory!" Sima Xiangyue said urgently.

"It's alright, I brought over a hundred people with me. If anything happens, we can fight our way out," Xiong Mo said confidently.

This boy is now eighteen years old.

It was only then that Sima Xiangyue realized that her stepson, whom she had always protected, had grown into a real man at some point.

He was as tall and strong as his father, and his face was exactly the same as his father's.

Most importantly, Xiong Mo doesn't have squinty eyes; he's a handsome man.

"Xiong Mo?" Sima Gang asked Xiong Mo.

"It is indeed I, the general. Who are you?"

"He is your third maternal uncle, Sima Hong."

"Oh……"

Xiong Mo scratched his head.

He almost forgot that the Sima family of Donghai was Sima Xiangyue's maternal family.

Then Xiong Mo looked at the man he had just injured and asked, "Then, could this one also be my uncle?"

"Your second uncle."

"Uh, it really is... They say that if you shave your head in the first month of the lunar calendar, your uncle will die. I didn't shave my head this year, so I'm not going to have to kill my uncle, am I?" Xiong Mo scratched his head, looking somewhat embarrassed.

Sima Hong breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Sima Xiangyue still treated him like a younger brother.

But the next instant, Sima Hong was struck on the back by the butt of a gun.

"You damned bastard, you attacked your own brothers and sisters? I'll show you the righteousness by killing you first!"

Sima Hong was so frightened that his face turned as red as a pig's liver.

Do you recognize this thing?

Xiong Mo turned the gun around and pressed it against Sima Hong's forehead.

“I was standing three thousand paces away just now, and my aim wasn’t very good. I missed several shots. But now, I’ll fire one shot and your head will be blown apart.”

Three, three thousand paces away?

Just kidding?

Sima Hong was extremely shocked.

It is said that the White Horse Army's muskets are deadly weapons within a hundred or two paces, capable of killing anyone who gets in their way.

Three thousand steps away?

The White Horse Army's Starry Sky Cannon and Dragon Pattern Cannon can also shoot this far.

I've never heard of a musket shooting that far.

Xiong Mo was obviously trying to scare Sima Hong. He had led his troops out independently and needed to gather some intelligence.

He wasn't afraid of being exposed, even with over a hundred people around. But if he were exposed, breaking through the encirclement wouldn't be so easy.

After all, he wasn't Zhao Cuo; he didn't have that ability.

"Tell me, how many rebels are there in Bohai County? Besides you, where is the leader of the rebels?" Xiong Mo asked.

Sima Hong's eyes widened as he stared intently at Xiong Mo.

He was indeed somewhat frightened, but that didn't mean he would betray his own people.

“Elder sister, we stand on different grounds and walk different paths, so we cannot work together. Even if I fall into your hands, I will not confess anything. Even if I die here today, you still cannot change the situation,” Sima Hong said.

"Now it's me talking to you. Judging from what you just said, you know quite a lot. You wouldn't happen to be the leader of the bandits, would you?" Xiong Mo said coldly.

Before Sima Hong could answer, Xiong Mo asked and answered himself.

"But since you say that, it means there must be someone more powerful than you behind you."

Xiong Mo put the gun away, tucked it into his pocket, and began pacing back and forth.

"This also shows that you are just a vanguard in your organization. Furthermore, with such poor abilities, the Bohai Sea has been infiltrated to the point of being riddled with holes, and you were completely unaware. This means that you are not even as good as a vanguard. At best, you are just someone who goes to the front lines, and you are one of the first to die."

As Xiong Mo spoke, he glanced at Sima Hong.

"Judging from your appearance, you're quite ugly, and you only have a few hundred men with you. You're probably just a pawn at best. But now, no one's coming to save you, so you've definitely been discarded."

Xiong Mo felt that his analysis made a lot of sense.

He squatted down and asked Sima Hong.

“You’ve already been abandoned, and you still won’t honestly tell us who’s behind you? You’re risking your life for a bunch of enemy traitors, and no one’s coming to save you. It’s not worth it. I think you should just confess. If you don’t, Uncle Zhao will charge in and you won’t even have a chance to confess.”