Chapter 45: Jianghu Is Not Just About High Spirits, Fine Clothes and Gallant Horses

Seeing this scene, the men in black who followed the man were all frightened.

"Fortress Master!"

"Master of the Village!"

Amidst the screams, these people's offensive could not help but slow down.

Only then did the executioners, who had been beaten steadily, get a chance to breathe.

At the same time, Zhao Ya rushed over with a long knife in hand.

The violent wind sword technique was activated instantly, and the light of the sword rolled towards these men in black like a sword.

These people still want to fight back, but they are helpless, both in terms of their own strength and the weapons in their hands.

In just one encounter, three men in black were killed by Zhao Ya.

"The wind is tight, pull!"

When the remaining people saw that the situation was over, they turned around and ran away.

Of course Zhao Ya would not let them go.

Zhao Ya touched the ground with his toes and used the Swallow Three Water Movement Technique. In the blink of an eye, he rushed behind a man in black. With a flip of his wrist, the meteorite iron knife struck straight past him.

Then Zhao Ya didn't even look at the man, and speeded up again, chasing the men in black who had already run into the woods.

The man in black ran forward two more steps, and a bloody streak suddenly appeared on his neck, and then his head flew out.

This sight also shocked these gangsters.

They all knew that Zhao Ya was quite strong, but they didn't expect that his sword skills were so powerful.

How fast is this knife so that people can't feel anything after death, and only after running two steps forward can the body be separated.

In the blink of an eye, Zhao Ya had returned from the woods, with blood still hot on his body.

"How is the situation?" Zhao Ya asked in a deep voice.

"Boomerang division, three brothers are injured, one is more seriously injured, other than that there is no loss of goods." A boomer hurriedly reported, his expression full of awe.

Zhao Ya nodded and walked quickly to the three injured people.

Two of them had only superficial wounds, which were not a problem. Only one of them had his stomach pierced by the tip of the spear, and his squirming intestines could even be seen through the wound.

Zhao Ya felt heavy.

He knew that in this world where medical treatment was scarce, such an injury was tantamount to a death sentence for this person.

But as the escort leader, he must cheer up at this moment.

So he immediately ordered someone to bring the stabbing ointment and other supplies he had brought with him, and treated all three injured people.

Then he asked someone to clear a place in the escort car and place the seriously injured escort on it.

Regardless of whether this person can survive or not, Zhao Ya has to take him back.

Zhao Ya then ordered others to quickly clean up the escort vehicle while he dealt with the corpses.

The arrows nailed to the carriages had to be removed, and the dead mules, horses and livestock had to be disposed of.

The key is these bodies.

Zhao Ya dragged the bodies of the men in black to the woods beside the road, and then began to touch the bodies one by one.

The first person to bear the brunt was naturally the man called the village leader.

Zhao Ya first pulled out the crossbow arrow nailed to his neck and put it away, and then began to touch the body.

But after searching, Zhao Ya couldn't help but be disappointed.

Because Zhao Ya only found a waist card from this person, and nothing else of value at all.

"Bah, what a poor guy."

Zhao Ya spat and was about to stand up when he suddenly noticed something unusual about this man's collar. The collar on the left was obviously thicker than the collar on the right.

Zhao Ya immediately pulled off the left collar.

as expected.

There is a piece of paper hidden in the collar.

Zhao Ya opened it and felt happy in his heart.

This is actually a prescription, called Buxue Powder, which is a medicine used to replenish qi and blood.

And this is exactly what Zhao Ya needs urgently now.

He calmly put the piece of paper into his arms, and then searched for others.

The harvest of these people is even more mediocre, except for some scattered silver coins, there is no other harvest.

So Zhao Ya piled the bodies of these people together, poured kerosene on them, and set them on fire.

Raging flames rose up, and within a moment these corpses were reduced to charcoal.

After making sure that no one could find any clues about himself from these corpses, Zhao Ya turned around and left the woods.

At this time, the battlefield has been cleaned and the escort vehicle has been repaired.

But without the animals pulling the cart, how to move forward became a problem.

"Except for the three injured people, the others are divided into two teams, four people per team, and they take turns pulling the carts. We have to get away from here as quickly as possible." Zhao Ya said.

In fact, there was no need for him to emphasize it at all. Everyone knew the pros and cons, so they had no objection to Zhao Ya's decision.

Soon everyone divided into two groups according to Zhao Ya's instructions, pulled up the escort carriage and rushed towards the direction of Wuxiang City.

"Master Zhao, let me pull the cart for you. You must be tired after fighting those thieves for such a long time. It's better to rest." A guard came forward and said.

"Yeah, just leave the pulling of the cart to us." Someone next to him agreed.

Zhao Ya shook his head, "No need, I'm fine. You guys should eat something quickly to regain your strength. We can change shifts later."

All the executioners were very moved when they saw this.

Today's experience completely convinced them.

After all, if Zhao Ya hadn't taken action to eliminate the group of thieves, they would have been dead a long time ago.

If it were said that their respect for Zhao Ya before coming here was only due to his strength and status.

Now this respect comes completely from the heart.

Although the carts were pulled by manpower, these riders were all masters of bone refining. In addition, today's events stimulated them, so they arrived at the inn where they stayed as soon as the sun set.

The shopkeeper was also shocked when he saw this, and hurried out to greet him.

Zhao Ya told him to prepare a place to stay and food, and to prepare another clean room for the wounded to recuperate.

The shopkeeper hurried to do it.

Zhao Ya came to the escort car, and saw that the porter lying on the escort car was as pale as paper. Although the wound on his abdomen was bandaged with cotton cloth, it was still bleeding.

Zhao Ya's heart sank, knowing that he might not survive tonight.

"Zhao... Brother Zhao!" The porter called out in a weak voice when he saw Zhao Ya coming.

Zhao Ya came forward, "Wang He, say whatever you want to say."

The porter smiled miserably.

"Nothing, I just want you to tell my unmarried daughter-in-law when you go back, and tell her not to wait for me, and find a good family to marry."

Zhao Ya was silent.

Not long after he joined the escort agency, he heard that Wang He was engaged, and he had planned to get married this year, but he didn't expect that he would never have the chance again.

"Okay, you rest and recover, maybe you can hold on until you get back."

Wang He smiled, closed his eyes and said nothing.

Unfortunately, the miracle did not happen. Not long after dinner, Wang He died of his injuries.

All the escorts cried.

Especially Tan Dong cried the loudest.

This escort experience ruthlessly shattered all his fantasies about the world.

He finally realized that the world was not as high-spirited and full of fine clothes and horses as the storyteller in the teahouse said.

The world was more about dangerous killings and silent deaths.