roccoschili Chapter 207 Rescue
Chapter 207 Rescue
After dealing with these people, Song Chunlin left quickly. When the Turkic soldiers rushed over, they could only see corpses all over the ground.
"Chase! He won't be able to run far!" The man with a wounded shoulder gave the order with a grim look on his face. The Turkic soldiers behind him widened their eyes in horror, because among the pile of corpses was their king's favorite prince.
Before coming here, many people speculated that based on how much the king loved him, he would most likely become the next king. However, he died tragically in the Han city today. It was such a great shame and humiliation. If they did not catch the culprit, they would not be much better off.
At this moment, Song Chunlin had already arrived at their rear base, which was their warehouse. All the looted gold, silver, jewelry, antiques, calligraphy and paintings were here. These were things that had not been transported away in time. Song Chunlin's eyes lit up, and with a slight wave of his excited little hand, all the things were in his pocket.
Dabao was very calm about the sudden drop of jewels in the space, but the thing that made him the most uncalm was probably the thick golden light of merit.
"Wow wow wow, so much merit, just a little more, just a little more, and Dabao will be able to get out la la la la ~"
Humming a tuneless song, Dabao's cotton doll jumped on a pile of gold and silver.
Song Chunlin ignored him and prepared to go to another warehouse, which was their granary. The granary in the government office was empty, which meant that they had another large granary to ensure food and drink for all their soldiers in the city.
Such a large batch of grain must be heavily guarded. Song Chunlin quickly found the place. He shot the enemy leader with a single shot, then tied him up with the mutated vines. Song Chunlin walked over briskly with a knife in his hand, and reaped the lives of these people with a single blow of the knife.
When he opened the warehouse door, he found it was full of food. Song Chunlin put it all into the space without any hesitation.
The city was in chaos because of the death of the commander, the prince, and a group of Turkic high-ranking officials. When they found that the warehouse was emptied, they were furious. Someone had a quick mind and immediately thought of the food, but it was too late. The granary was empty. Not to mention rice, there was not even a grain of chaff left.
Not only that, Song Chunlin also killed a lot of their elite troops, which made the Turks angry and frightened. Since the other party was able to transport so many supplies away quietly, it was obvious that they must have an insider in the city.
"Search! They are carrying so much stuff, it's impossible for them to disappear out of thin air. Dig deep into the ground! I don't believe these people can get out of the city gate when we are surrounding them so tightly!"
Of course Song Chunlin did not leave the city. He came to a cell and quickly took care of the guard. Then he walked in with a cart of steamed buns, dumplings and mineral water.
All the prisoners here were young and strong men, all of them had injuries to varying degrees, and some of them were even in shackles. When they saw the child Song Chunlin appear, they thought he was also captured at first. But after seeing the cart full of steamed buns behind him, they all looked puzzled.
Song Chunlin opened the cell door and walked in with a bottle of mineral water. He unscrewed the cap of the bottle and handed it to the man closest to him.
"Here, drink water."
The man took it in confusion and drank a sip unconsciously. The person next to him was about to remind him that it might be poisonous, but he ignored it. During the days of detention, he didn't eat enough every day, drank little water, and was dragged out to do hard labor during the day. Now there was a bottle of clean spring water in front of him, he couldn't help it and gulped down half of the bottle.
The sweet mineral water slid down his throat, soothing his throat which was dry and painful due to hunger and thirst. Song Chunlin also added spiritual spring water to the water. After drinking it, he felt refreshed.
The man wiped his mouth and couldn't help shouting, "Great!"
Song Chunlin then told everyone: "I think all the people in this cell should be from Dajing. I have dealt with the guards outside. If you don't believe me, you can go and have a look. There are steamed buns and water in the car. If there are no Dajing people in other cells, please release them as well."
When everyone heard him say that all the guards were dead, they found it unbelievable. Several people ran out to take a look, and hey, they were all dead. Their deaths were quick and clean, basically all killed by one blow.
The person who went out to investigate came back soon and shouted excitedly to everyone: "It's true, what he said is true, the barbarians outside are all dead, come on brothers, let's go out and collect those barbarian bodies, don't let their people find them."
Almost everyone in the prison responded to the call and ran out to clean up the mess for Song Chunlin. Some people even took off the barbarian's clothes and put them on themselves, then stood at the door pretending to be the barbarian's soldiers.
Song Chunlin was shocked by their quick actions. While he was stunned, all the Dajing people in the cell were released, and those who were still in shackles were helped out of the cell.
Song Chunlin was still standing in the first cell. The people outside had already begun to distribute the food consciously. They asked Song Chunlin for help with the mineral water bottles, opened them, drank a sip with great care, and then passed it to the next person.
Seeing how well-trained they were, Song Chunlin asked in confusion, "Are you soldiers from Dajing?"
As soon as he said this, there was complete silence around him.
After a while, the man in shackles walked to Song Chunlin with the help of the people next to him, and Song Chunlin stood up and made room for him.
"Thank you, young master. My surname is Dou. I am the garrison general of Yuexi City. Most of those around you are indeed garrison troops, and only a few are Yuexi citizens. They are all locals. For the safety of their families, they had to endure humiliation and were willing to be captured. Young master, no matter who sent you, I hope you can say a few good words for them for the sake of their families."
Song Chunlin didn't quite understand: "Why do you have to say a few nice words? You didn't want to be captured. Besides, a real man can bend and stretch. It's understandable that he endures temporary insults for his family. If the emperor can't even tolerate this, who would dare to work for him?"
General Dou smiled bitterly: "The kid still thinks too simply. For a soldier, being captured is a great shame and humiliation. No matter what the reason, he will be despised by others."
Song Chunlin didn't quite agree with his opinion, but now was not the time to discuss this. He rolled his eyes and said, "Since you think this is a great shame, why not make up for your crime and do meritorious service? Now there is an opportunity in front of you. It depends on whether you can seize it."
General Dou's eyes lit up, and despite being seriously injured, he insisted on kneeling down to Song Chunlin.
"I just want you to show me a clear way!"
The rest of the soldiers also knelt down and said, "We only ask the young master to show us a clear way."
Song Chunlin was so frightened by their actions that he jumped up and quickly asked someone to get up first.
"Speak properly and don't kneel down all the time. I'm not used to it."
General Dou was helped to sit down again. Seeing that his face was as pale as paper, Song Chunlin quickly took out a small bottle of spiritual spring water from his arms.
"Here, drink some water first."
"Thank you, young master." The attendant beside General Dou got some water, opened it and gave him a sip.
After drinking the water, General Dou clearly felt that something was different in his body, especially the wound, which gave him a warm feeling and even the pain was reduced a lot.
After just one sip of water, General Dou changed his opinion of the young man in front of him. If he was only half sure about the young man's suggestion just now, now he was 100% sure. He believed that the person who could come up with so much food and magical water at once must not be an ordinary person.
Thinking of the changes that the water had brought to his body, General Dou couldn't help but wonder, if there really was such magical water in the world, it must be the nectar that immortals drink. Could it be that the young man was an immortal who had descended to the earth?
I have to say that General Dou has a great imagination and his guesses are very accurate. If Song Chunlin had the ability to read minds, he would definitely praise him.
Look at his brain, isn't it hundreds of times better than that stupid General Qi?
"Young Master, what do you want us to do next?"
Song Chunlin said "Oh" and said, "How do you know what I need you to do?"
General Dou smiled and said, "You wouldn't come to us for no reason. You must need us to do something, so you come to let us out. I guess, maybe the city is already surrounded by Dajing's army, waiting for us to cooperate with them and catch them all in one fell swoop."
Song Chunlin couldn't help but give him a thumbs up after hearing this: "General Dou is indeed a smart guy. However, the troops outside haven't arrived yet. What I need you to do now is to defeat them one by one and fight a guerrilla war with those Turks."
General Dou asked with a question mark on his face: "Young Master, what is guerrilla warfare?"
Song Chunlin thought for a while and explained to him what guerrilla warfare was. General Dou seemed to understand it, but he finally concluded:
"So they just fight in one place and then move to another place. No wonder it's called guerrilla warfare. It's really like that."
Song Chunlin thought, this is probably correct, right?
But General Dou soon had a new question: "If we do this, it will definitely alert the Turkic commander, who has many elite troops under his command."
Song Chunlin said nonchalantly: "There is no such thing as a commander. They are all dead."
"What?" General Dou widened his eyes, and the people around him stopped eating and looked towards Song Chunlin.
Song Chunlin scratched his head and said again: "Well, their coach is dead."
General Dou asked hesitantly, "Did you kill him?"
Song Chunlin nodded: "Yes, didn't I say that?"
General Dou roared in his heart: "Did you say that? You didn't say a word about such an important matter!"
He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths before he managed to calm down: "So, their coach is dead. Did you kill him?"
"Yes, I killed him, and also killed a few others who looked high-ranking."
"..."
General Dou was now unsure whether the person in front of him was a deity or a god of death. You made it sound so light-hearted as to kill the enemy commander. Is it really okay?
Seeing that everyone around him had almost finished eating and had replenished their energy after drinking water, their mental outlook was obviously different from when Song Chunlin first came in, and he expressed great satisfaction.
"Okay, now that everyone has eaten and drunk enough and rested enough, come on, let's go and do something. Those of the Dajing Garrison Army, please stand up. Let me see how many people there are?"
As he shouted, the garrison troops stood up unconsciously. Song Chunlin counted the number of people and found that there were less than two hundred people, which was enough.
Song Chunlin divided the people into two groups. One group followed him to the government office, and the other group took people to the warehouse. The guards there were all killed by him, and the things were cleared out. These barbarians would not think of guarding an empty warehouse for a while, so it would be best to let these people hide there temporarily.
General Dou was assigned to take charge of the warehouse, while the rest of the people followed Song Chunlin on a messy route, but this route miraculously avoided most of the patrolling soldiers. They only encountered some small groups of people who were alone, no more than three or five people, and they were quickly dealt with by everyone. They stripped these people of their weapons and rushed to the government office in a heroic and aggressive manner.
Because their immediate superiors were either dead or injured, the barbarians were leaderless and the entire government office was in chaos. Most of the people were sent out to search for Song Chunlin, leaving only a few people inside.
Song Chunlin didn't even need to do anything. The people around him rushed forward and took care of the gatekeepers. Song Chunlin walked all the way into the government office unhindered.
Now, in the lobby of the government office, there were more than a dozen corpses neatly arranged, and the person sitting at the top was the one who was shot in the shoulder by Song Chunlin.
He saw Song Chunlin being escorted in by others, his eyes blazing with anger, he glared fiercely at the young man standing in the front, and uttered a stiff sentence in Chinese: "It's you!"
"How dare you come back?"
Song Chunlin smiled and said, "Why should I be afraid? But you, with so many people dying at once, it will be hard to explain when you go back, right?"
The other party snorted coldly: "You people in the Central Plains have an old saying, there is no door to hell, you come by yourself."
Song Chunlin didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, so he raised his pistol and shot him. When the other party saw the gun in his hand, he immediately became alert and dodged, but he dodged it again.
Song Chunlin was quite regretful: "Another bullet wasted."
When the man saw that he missed, he felt relieved, but also a little lucky, because the strange weapon in the opponent's hand seemed unable to fire continuously, otherwise he would be finished.
However, before he could rejoice for long, the next bullet came towards him. He wanted to dodge it by the same trick, but he felt his feet tighten as if entangled by something. He could not dodge it, and the bullet hit him right between his eyebrows. He did not see until he died that his feet were firmly tied to a green vine and he could not move at all.
Song Chunlin put away his gun with satisfaction, stretched out his foot and kicked the corpse on the ground. Great, it can be dragged together with the other platoons, neatly arranged, without missing a single one.