Chapter Twenty: The Refugees (Part Two)

“They disguised themselves as refugees and followed us, which shows they have reservations—they won’t attack openly. Most likely, they’ll use the refugees as scouts, while the real assassins hide among them.”

A cold light flickered in Pei Qinghe’s eyes. “We must ascertain exactly how many real enemies there are and what their combat strength is.”

“The battlefield should not be chosen by them; it must be decided by us.”

“There’s a post station about ten miles ahead. We’ll stop there.”

The post station at least had a courtyard and walls, allowing for simple defenses. Inside, there were a station chief, assistants, and cooks—extra hands would be valuable in a critical moment.

Captain Gao nodded in approval. “Good, we’ll hurry to the post station.”

Captain Sun instinctively spoke up, “What if they don’t come?”

“The enemy may come; I can also move forward,” Pei Qinghe said coldly. “If they don’t come, we’ll take the initiative.”

Captain Gao, who had never endured humiliation, felt his blood boil at these words and responded without hesitation, “Exactly. Those scoundrels dare to scheme against us; we’ll kill them all.”

Without strong backing, Captain Sun was more cautious. “If the enemy has overwhelming numbers, we might not be able to win. Perhaps we should stay in the post station for a few days and wait for reinforcements.”

Pei Qinghe glanced at Captain Sun. “Reinforcements would be the best outcome. But if the county magistrate hides away and the Julu Army refuses to send troops, we can’t just keep hiding in the post station.”

They all suspected that the enemy was no ordinary force. Could the county magistrate or the generals of the Julu Army be unaware?

This was a struggle involving the Eastern Palace’s imperial power—a clear quagmire. Wise men would choose to stay out of it; who would dare wade into such murky waters?

Captain Sun’s expression darkened, and he remained silent.

Captain Gao was bolder, sneering, “No need to be afraid. We have over fifty men! We’re not soft targets to be trampled on!”

Pei Qinghe smirked slightly. “We have more than that who can fight and die for this cause. There should be over three hundred.”

Captain Gao was speechless.

Captain Sun was speechless as well.

Pei Qinghe was counting every member of the Pei family, young and old.

In recent days, Pei Qinghe had been drilling and training the Pei women with discipline, formation, and spirit—all visibly improving.

Whether they could truly fight when the time came remained uncertain.

Captain Sun cleared his throat and quietly asked, “Sixth Miss, are you really confident?”

Pei Qinghe said淡淡 (calmly), “We’ll know when we try.”

Captain Sun was left speechless.

Captain Gao’s confidence in Pei Qinghe was much stronger. As an Eastern Palace guard, he had witnessed Pei Boren’s wit and admired Pei Zhongde’s bold valor.

Pei Qinghe was Pei Zhongde’s daughter and the clan’s chosen leader, having trained the entire Pei family into a formidable force in just a month.

“How shall we proceed?” Captain Gao asked directly.

Pei Qinghe whispered a few words.

Captain Gao nodded in agreement.

Captain Sun took a deep breath and also nodded.

They set off again.

Two fine horses galloped swiftly away: one toward the county magistrate’s office, the other toward the Julu Army.

…

“We’ve been discovered!”

“What do we do now?”

Amid the dense forest beside the official road, urgent whispers could be heard.

A scornful laugh rang out. “What’s there to fear? So they found us—what then? We’re here to kill!”

The man laughing was about nine feet tall, strong and towering, his eyes fierce.

His surname was Wu, and he was the third son in his family. His cousin Wu Zhong was a trusted confidant of King Wei.

Wu San rarely appeared in public and dealt mostly in dark, secretive matters. Among King Wei’s secret guards, he was ranked within the top ten for skill—a true expert.

This time, Wu San brought a hundred secret guards with him. To conceal their identities and facilitate movement, they captured a couple hundred refugees.

“Third Brother, I’ve been watching from afar for two days. The Pei family women and children aren’t like ordinary women,” a sharp-eyed man said softly. “Not to mention anything else, their marching speed is practically that of an army…”

Clang!

Wu San casually drew his long blade, its gleaming edge flashing with cold light. “Zhao Da, you’re becoming more timid by the day. A bunch of women and children, and you’re scared? Fine, don’t follow me anymore—go back on horseback. And from now on, stay home with your wife and kids whenever there’s work.”

The secret guards all grinned.

Zhao Da smiled awkwardly and fell silent.

Wu San licked his lips, a lecherous gleam in his eyes. “The Pei family is a nest of beauties. That Sixth Miss Pei—don’t touch her. Bring her back intact to present to the master. As for the other beauties… heh heh!”

The secret guards cheered excitedly, their eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Wu San stood up and glanced arrogantly at everyone. “Since they’ve discovered our trail, no more hiding. We’ll catch up now! When night falls, we strike!”

“Enjoy tonight; tomorrow we return.”

The secret guards echoed in agreement.

The captured refugees, over a hundred in number, were all emaciated and gaunt, their yellowed faces and thin bodies swaying as they walked. One suddenly collapsed on the path.

Wu San grew impatient and swung his long blade.

Swoosh!

A flash of steel.

Blood splattered.

A head fell to the ground, rolling over leaves and dirt, its eyes staring in hopeless despair.

This brutal, bloody scene terrified the refugees, who trembled and dared not look. They quickly turned their heads and silently moved forward.

For Wu San, killing was routine. These numb refugees were like pigs and dogs to him—not even human.

He cut down another staggering refugee. “Listen carefully! Follow us obediently. When this is over, each of you will get a bag of grain. Anyone who dares shout or run will be cut down immediately.”

The refugees dared not breathe heavily, summoning all their strength to keep moving.

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