newbobooks Chapter 358 Li Yuanji, who is not very shrewd
Chapter 358 Li Yuanji, who is not very shrewd
Take care!
Cheng Yaojin stood at the city gate, waving his hand vigorously.
Li Yuanji had been on the city wall the whole time and had seen clearly the scene of Jiang Songli overpowering Cheng Yaojin.
I thought I had gained another powerful ally, but the other party didn't even bother to register him before turning around and leaving.
"General Cheng, didn't he come to join the army? Why did he leave?"
Li Yuanji came down from the city wall, his face full of confusion.
"Ugh."
Cheng Yaojin shook his head, seemingly wanting to say something but then stopping himself.
"Speak your mind!"
Li Yuanji was most annoyed by people who dawdled around in front of him.
"Third Young Master, this matter... is hard to say."
Cheng Yaojin rubbed his hands together, looking troubled, but secretly glanced at Li Yuanji, observing the other's expression.
"Just say it!"
Li Yuanji's voice rose a few decibels, carrying obvious impatience.
"Yes, yes, yes."
Cheng Yaojin seemed to be forced into a corner, and with a sigh, he told the truth.
He heard that the Second Young Master was courteous to scholars and eager to recruit talent, so he came here specifically to seek refuge with him.
They didn't take us seriously at all; from beginning to end, they only asked about the Second Young Master.
You Junda chimed in at the opportune moment, his tone carrying a hint of indignation that he also felt sorry for the Third Young Master.
Li Yuanji's expression froze.
I was having a pretty good day.
Upon hearing the words "Second Young Master," his face immediately darkened.
Li Shimin.
It was Li Shimin again.
Why do all the good things seem to go to Li Shimin?
Why do all sorts of talented people flock to Li Shimin?
Is Li Shimin the only one who is respectful to the virtuous and eager to recruit talent?
What is wrong with Li Yuanji?
Thinking of this, Li Yuanji hardened his heart, and a cold killing intent flashed in his eyes.
Those who cannot be used by him are only a source of trouble if kept around.
"Go, gather fifty cavalry."
"Yes."
Without asking why, the general turned and left.
Having followed Li Yuanji for many years, he knew the Third Young Master's temperament all too well.
Don't ask what you shouldn't ask; asking is tantamount to courting death.
"Third Young Master, are you going hunting again?"
Cheng Yaojin asked indirectly, a smile on his face, but he had already guessed seven or eight parts of the truth.
Having followed Li Yuanji for so long, he understood the man's character all too well.
Li Yuanji is a vengeful and ruthless man.
He would rather destroy what he cannot have than let someone else have it.
"What use is it if it cannot be used by me?"
Li Yuanji said coldly, his gaze fixed on the direction where Jiang Song had disappeared.
Weeds and roots.
"The Third Young Master is truly wise."
Cheng Yaojin gave a thumbs up, his face full of admiration, but inwardly he was secretly feeling sorry for Jiang Song.
I wonder if Jiang Song will be able to leave alive this time.
In a short while, the general arrived at the city gate with fifty carefully selected cavalrymen.
"Catch up with that man who just joined the army and bring him his head."
Li Yuanji waved his hand dismissively.
"yes!"
The general clasped his hands in greeting and accepted the order.
He was also on the city wall just now, so he naturally saw the scene at the city gate and remembered Jiang Song's figure and clothes.
"Third Young Master, I'll go check out the excitement too."
Cheng Yaojin rubbed his hands together, looking eager to try.
"That man is not easy to deal with, I'll just help the Third Young Master vent his anger."
His words were vague, and Li Yuanji didn't think much of it. He simply nodded, turned around, and returned to the city.
Once Cheng Yaojin saw Li Yuanji walk away, he dropped his fawning smile and gave You Junda a wink.
The two men took the horses and quietly followed.
At this moment, Jiang Song was riding his horse, slowly making his way along the official road.
He couldn't go to the Li family, but where else could he go?
A rapid sound of hooves came from behind, growing louder and louder as it approached.
Jiang Song looked back and saw dust billowing at the end of the official road, where a dark mass of cavalry was galloping toward him.
He instinctively moved to the side of the road, trying to make way.
But the cavalry suddenly dispersed a few dozen paces away from him, forming a fan shape to surround him from all sides, blocking him completely.
Without saying a word, the general drew his sword and began to slash.
At the same time, the cavalry on both sides also attacked simultaneously, with spears and lances coming from all directions.
Fifty riders surrounded one man, showing no mercy whatsoever; every move was a deadly strike.
Even a clay figure has a temper, and Jiang Song, who considers himself to have a good temper, also has a bellyful of anger that needs to be vented.
He was harassed by Cheng Yaojin at the city gate.
Now he's been ambushed halfway without even a reason. Do they really think Jiang Song is easy to bully?
The silver spear thrust out, its tip drawing a dazzling, cold light in the sunlight, like a silver dragon rising from the abyss.
Jiang Song tumbled and leaped on horseback, his silver spear thrusting left and right, each strike hitting a vital point with pinpoint accuracy.
"puff!"
A spear pierced the throat of the charging cavalryman, and blood gushed out.
Jiang Song flicked his wrist, sending the man's corpse flying and crashing into another charging cavalryman. The two rolled together, screaming in agony.
"puff!"
Another spear thrust into a cavalryman's armpit from the side, the tip piercing his chest and exiting through his body.
The man's eyes widened; he couldn't believe until his death that he had lost his life without even touching the other person's clothes.
One shot after another.
Every shot was clean and precise, without the slightest unnecessary movement.
There are no fancy spear maneuvers, no dazzling moves, just the simplest thrusts, parries, sweeps, and deflections.
Yet these simplest moves seemed to come alive in his hands, as fast as lightning, as accurate as a ruler, and as ruthless as a snake.
Within a dozen or so breaths, more than a dozen cavalrymen lay dead in pools of blood.
The remaining cavalrymen instinctively pulled on the reins, and their horses neighed and retreated.
They stared at the young man, covered in blood yet unfazed, their eyes filled with fear.
Is this even human?
One man, with a gun, killed more than a dozen of them in a short time, without even getting a scratch on himself.
After killing more than a dozen people, Jiang Song saw that the enemy had stopped attacking, so he put away his spear and left down the path.
"What are you all standing there for? Charge! All of you, charge!"
The general roared hoarsely, his voice trembling.
He knew Li Yuanji's temper well; if he couldn't bring Jiang Song's head back, he himself would lose his head.
The cavalrymen gritted their teeth and charged forward again.
Another fierce battle ensued.
Screams, the clang of metal on metal, and the neighing of warhorses mingled together, echoing across the empty official road.
Blood stained the yellow earth, and weapons lay scattered on the ground.
When the last cavalryman fell from his horse, when the battlefield finally fell silent.
Jiang Song stood in the center of the pile of corpses, his silver spear resting on the ground.
Dozens of corpses lay scattered at his feet.
The general was still alive, lying in a pool of blood, stabbed in the chest, barely clinging to life.
Jiang Song took out a piece of white cloth from his pocket and silently wiped the bloodstains off the silver spear.