Armed with a machete and a gun, armed with a system, they fled the famine.

Chapter 462 Killing Wutuhu

"Don't worry, Sister Tian. Don't you know what I'm capable of? Don't worry, I'll take good care of myself."

Tian Xiu'e naturally knew that Zhao Yan was quite capable, but she was still worried that she wasn't.

In the end, it was only after Chen An offered a few words of comfort that she calmed down for the time being.

After chatting for a while, Tian Xiu'e couldn't help but ask, "Yan'er, when do you plan to set off for the North?"

"Of course the sooner the better."

Zhao Yan thought for a moment, then said, "I'll leave this afternoon."

She couldn't wait until tomorrow to leave. If it weren't for the need to make arrangements for Xiaomi and the other two, she would have left last night.

Upon hearing that she was leaving that afternoon, Tian Xiu'e shoved Gou Dan into Chen An's arms and got up to leave.

"I'll make you some egg pancakes so you can eat them on the way."

Zhao Yan quickly grabbed her arm and shook her head, saying, "No need, Sister Tian. I still have some steamed buns. I'll just go back and get them later. Don't bother."

"While I'm away from the farm, please keep an eye on Xiaomi and the others with Brother Chen An. I've already spoken to Uncle Yuan and Master, and they're in charge of looking after Xiaomi and the others."

Tian Xiu'e waved her hand and said boldly, "That's easy. It's the same whether you watch a few or not. You can leave Xiaomi and the others here with me. Jiaojiao and I can keep an eye on them perfectly well."

Zhao Yan naturally preferred to leave Xiao Fu Niu and the others in Tian Xiu E's care, but she also needed to take care of Gou Dan at night, so it was fine to leave Xiao Fu Niu and the others in the care of Yuan Yu Tang and Su Yan Zhi.

Before leaving, Zhao Yan instructed Tian Xiu'e, "Sister Tian, ​​I can't wait for Xingyan to come back. When they return from town, please tell them."

Tian Xiu'e nodded quickly, "Yes, I will."

At noon, everyone had lunch together at Yuan Yutang's place. After putting Xiao Fu Niu and Xiao Fu Bao to sleep, Zhao Yan packed a bag of food and rode away from the farm.

She left so quietly that the villagers of Huaihua Village across the street didn't even notice.

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"Brother Yang, watch out behind you! There's a wolf!"

Yu Hao shouted these words with all his might, but could only watch helplessly as the wolf's sharp fangs bit into Yang Sanlang's fragile neck.

However, a magical scene happened.

The wolf's sharp fangs suddenly stopped moving when they were only half an inch away from Yang Sanlang's neck.

Then, with a loud "boom," the once ferocious wolf suddenly crashed to the ground as if it had been hacked to pieces.

Yang Sanlang quietly put away his PPK, calmly raised his broadsword and slashed the wolf several times until he was completely dead before stopping.

Yu Hao also arrived at this time, patting his chest and panting.

"Brother Yang, I'm so glad you're alright. You have no idea how scared I was just now."

His heart is still pounding.

Just now, the wolf's fangs almost bit Brother Yang's neck.

Yang Sanlang reached out and patted him on the shoulder twice to reassure him, "Don't worry, I'm fine now."

After surveying the scene, Hei Mou secretly exhaled a breath of stale air and said to the people behind him, "Rest here for a quarter of an hour. After a quarter of an hour, we will go after Wu Tu Hu and the others."

A faint light appeared on the horizon.

It will be dawn soon.

Meanwhile, Wutuhu was frantically galloping through the mountains and forests.

But the roads in the mountains were too difficult to travel, with thorns growing everywhere, and he almost fell off his horse several times.

He rode his horse through the mountains and forests for a full hour, until he could no longer hear any wolf howls behind him, before he stopped.

After dismounting, Wutuhu realized that the tens of thousands of troops he had brought into the deep mountains had long since scattered and fled, and those who had fled with him were less than five thousand.

He was so angry that he couldn't help but jump up and down on the spot.

"Where are the others? How come there are only a few people left?"

The lieutenant who had escaped with him stammered, "General, everyone else...everyone else ran away..."

Given how ferocious the wolves were and how horrific the scene was, it was impossible for anyone to just stand there and wait to be eaten.

Isn't running away normal?

He glanced furtively at Wutuhu's dark face and felt a pang of regret.

I should have known he ran away secretly too.

If they follow Wutuhu, who knows, one day he might get angry and behead them again to vent his anger.

Upon hearing this, Wutuhu's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.

His fists were clenched so hard they were as stiff as stone, and he almost lost control and twisted the head off the person in front of him.

But in the end, he held back.

He doesn't have many soldiers left, so he has to be careful with the ones who are left.

He slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, then said in a deep voice to the remaining five thousand people, "Rest where you are."

Upon realizing his life was spared, the man who had spoken slumped to the side and collapsed onto the ground.

so close.

He almost lost his life.

The remaining five thousand barbarian soldiers had been toiling in the mountains for days, not eating or sleeping well, and had just experienced a battle with wild wolves. They lay on the ground, looking dejected and sighing.

It's infuriating to see Wutuhu squander such a winning hand.

If they hadn't gone into the mountains and forests, but instead turned back to continue attacking Yuncheng, they might have already taken it.

After capturing Yuncheng, they will march south to take over the entire Jinzhou, and then head north to join forces with the Khan and other armies remaining in the north to launch a pincer attack on the Dou family army in the north.

Perhaps Bingzhou in the north will also be theirs.

Unfortunately it's too late to say anything now.

Yuncheng is gone, Jinzhou is gone, and even they themselves will probably lose their lives in this Yulin Mountain.

Good heavens.

Are their lives, as cannon fodder, really so insignificant?

Why are they so unwilling to accept this?

The barbarians below huddled together, whispering their grievances and expressing strong dissatisfaction with Wutuhu's actions.

The lieutenant's eyes darted around, and he whispered to the people around him, "You're right. If we don't do something soon, we'll all probably die here. If we want to survive, there's only one way now."

Someone asked impatiently, "Tell me quickly, what should we do now?"

The lieutenant narrowed his eyes, then suddenly looked at Wutuhu, who was fast asleep in the distance.

“Kill Wutuhu.”

Everyone was stunned by these words.

"Kill...kill Wutuhu? What...what do we mean by that? If we kill Wutuhu, and Wutuxiong and the Khan ask about it when we get back, won't we still be doomed?"

"Yes, nothing seems to work."

The man smirked and said in a low voice, "As long as you don't say anything and I don't say anything, and everyone keeps quiet, when the Khan and Wutuxiong ask, just say that the general was killed by the Great Nguyen Dynasty. They will have no choice but to believe it."

"Are you in or not? After tonight, you'll never have another chance."