The red sun had just risen, and Jiang's face was as red as fire.
The Han River was very developed. Although it was early in the morning, there were many people waiting there. There was no lack of Jianghu people among them.
Not far from the ferry, there was a lonely grave with lush grass.
A beautiful green figure was kneeling in front of the grave with a sad expression. Tears rolled down her face.
"Father, Zhiruo is here to see you.”
"Zhiruo, the dead are already dead. Don't be too sad.”
Zhou Zhiruo's eyes were brimming with tears. She knelt in front of the stone tablet and kowtowed to her deceased father in grief.
Han Chen stood beside her and patted her shoulder, comforting her gently.
In the brazier, the stack of paper money was burning fiercely. Zhou Zhiruo's tears were streaming down her face. The autumn wind blew on her body, making her look even more pitiful.
" Father, I really miss you…Don't worry, Master is very good to me. And Young Sect Master has always taught me well…"
In front of the stone tablet, Zhou Zhiruo whispered with tears in her eyes.
She lost her father when she was young and had a rough life. Later, she joined the Emei Sect and was often bullied by her fellow disciples. Fortunately, Han Chen helped her, so she could have today.
Han Chen stood next to Zhou Zhiruo with a pot of sake in his hand. He stood in front of the stone tablet and slowly removed the stopper, tilting the pot.
Hualala ~~~
The morning sun reflected the red river surface. Clear wine flowed out from the mouth of the pot and sprinkled in front of the stone tablet to pay homage to the ancestors of the Zhou family. The clear sound resounded across the river.
"A jug of turbid wine for the ancestors to drink."
"The dead rest in peace, the living are like this."
……
At that moment, there was a river bend not far from Han Chen.
A large group of soldiers wearing red headscarves, wielding long sabers and wearing light armor, lined up neatly and prepared to set off. Each and every one of them was filled with killing intent.
"Milord, this subordinate has already verified that the boy is right ahead. There is also a woman beside him who seems to be visiting the grave.”
"Very good!"
"I've finally found him!"
A bearded general wearing an iron helmet and riding a tall horse heard the report from the front and revealed a satisfied smile. Then, his eyes revealed a fierce light.
"He dared to kill my deputy general. He's dead today!”
Hearing the conversation between the scout and the general, the five hundred Red Scarves soldiers discussed in private.
"He even dared to kill Deputy General Liu. That kid really has the guts of a bear or a leopard.”
"These so-called Jianghu people think that they know a little martial arts and don't put the general in their eyes. This time, we can kill the chicken to warn the monkeys.”
"We have 500 elite soldiers here. Even if he has great ability, he will die here today.”
"Avenge Vice General Liu and kill him!”
It turned out that a few days ago, Han Chen had encountered bandits blocking his way and had killed them all. One of them was General Liu, Zhao Junyong's deputy general.
Zhao Junyong was indeed a person in history.
He was born a bandit, and ever since he joined Guo Zixing, his power had gradually grown. His deputy general had been killed, so he naturally could not let it go. He immediately found traces of Han Chen and personally led 500 elite soldiers to kill him.
At this moment, General Zhao Junyong waved his hand and ordered,""All troops, listen up! Charge over now and dismember that brat with your blades to avenge General Liu and prove the might of the Red Turban Army!”
"Understood!"
"Understood!"
In an instant, the five hundred elite soldiers rushed out of the river bank like a flood. Their hooves shook and their sabers shone as they charged forward.
……
At the ferry.
"Listen, what is this sound?"
"Do you feel it? The ground seems to be shaking!”
The Jianghu people who were standing at the ferry and waiting quietly to hire boats to cross the river, as well as the peddlers, suddenly felt the ground under their feet tremble violently. They were instantly shocked.
"Not good, it's the Red Scarves Army. They're coming!”
"That rider is Zhao Junyong, I know him!”
Zhao Jun had committed all kinds of crimes, burning, killing, and looting. He was already infamous for his viciousness. For a moment, everyone's faces turned pale as they felt uneasy.
The Jianghu people and merchants were afraid of being killed by these soldiers and bandits, so they fled in panic.
However, they soon discovered to their surprise that the other party was only passing by them and did not come up to harm them. Clearly, he had another goal.
"Fortunately, they weren't coming for us. I was scared to death just now.”
"Who are they going to deal with?”
"Look, they're heading towards the graveyard.”
Everyone heaved a sigh of relief. Their gazes followed the movements of the army, and they were shocked to find that the army was actually charging towards a tomb.
Rumble…
Hundreds of people marched quickly at the same time, their footsteps stomping on the ground. It was as if an earthquake had occurred, and their momentum was earth-shaking. They were unstoppable, and they were getting closer and closer to the lonely grave.
"Hmm?"
Han Chen stood in front of Zhou Zhiruo in front of the lone grave. He suddenly raised his head and stared at the soldiers who were rushing over with his sharp eyes.
"Red Scarves Revolutionary Army!"
Han Chen could tell at a glance that the people charging towards them were the famous Red Scarves Revolutionary Army.
Zhou Zhiruo was worshiping her ancestors by the river and reminiscing about her ancestors. She was in a sad mood. Han Chen was by her side. The atmosphere was originally solemn, but it was completely broken by these people.
"Young Sect Leader, there are many of them and we only have two people. What should we do now?”
Zhou Zhiruo was intelligent and could tell that the other party had come with ill intentions. The enemy had a large number of people and they were well-trained soldiers. She had a gentle personality and had never encountered such a thing before. She could not help but frown.
Han Chen's gaze was cold as he stared at these soldiers and said coldly,""No matter how many ants there are, it's all in vain!"
Zhou Zhiruo saw that the enemy was getting closer and closer, and she knew that a fight was inevitable. She knew that the enemy had bad intentions, so she reached out to draw her sword, planning to kill a bloody path with Han Chen.
However…
She only managed to pull out a small part of her sword before Han Chen stopped her.
Han Chen's eyes flickered as he said indifferently,""There's no need to make a move. I'll take care of everything."
As soon as he finished speaking, Han Chen strode forward to meet the 500-strong army. His face was as cold as ice, and his killing intent was surging. He quickly left the tomb.
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