Longevity Martial Arts: Grinding Experience in the Chaotic World

Chapter 229: Chapter 135 Ambush, Rout_3

”Gang Leader, retreat quickly!”

”It’s a trap! This is Liu Yuanhu’s trap! Mo Chen is here too!”

Niu Zidong hadn’t even reached the city gate when he shouted out in warning.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Honglie’s face darkened.

Seeing the dense mass of shadows behind Niu Zidong, Zhao Honglie immediately ordered the gang’s archers to provide cover for him.

”Archers, cover him! Quickly!”

After all, Niu Zidong was a master of the Blood Refining Realm at the Perfect stage. Losing such a high-level combatant would be a tremendous loss for the Black Sand Gang.

Until the very last moment, Zhao Honglie was unwilling to abandon Niu Zidong.

Under the cover of the archers, the speed of those pursuing was impeded, leaving only Liu Yuanhu and Mo Chen to charge through the hail of arrows in pursuit.

Upon seeing that it was Han Lu who had escaped, Zhao Honglie immediately changed direction.

”Retreat!”

This time, Zhao Honglie had anticipated that with Zhang Guangqun coordinating from within, capturing Canghe County would be easy. As a result, he hadn’t brought out his full forces, leaving many behind to guard their base.

Liu Yuanhu had thought differently. He assumed that the immense bait would lure Zhao Honglie to lead his main forces directly into the city, allowing him and Mo Chen to take them down in one decisive move.

But who would have guessed that Liu Honglie had been so cautious, sending only a vanguard unit inside?

”Haha, Liu Gang Leader, we’re old acquaintances, aren’t we? You’ve already come this far—why rush off in such a hurry? Why not sit down for a cup of wine before leaving?”

Liu Yuanhu stood at the city gate, shouting at Zhao Honglie.

Zhao Honglie didn’t turn his head, but his mouth was far from idle.

”Liu Yuanhu, don’t get too cocky. Go ahead and wash your neck clean—I’ll be coming for your head soon to avenge Brother Lu!”

Even as he spoke, Zhao Honglie’s whip lashed fiercely against his steed, urging the fast horse into full retreat.

”Milord, the horses!”

Liu Yuanhu’s subordinates rushed up with two fine steeds in tow.

The horses came fully equipped with sabers and bows.

Liu Yuanhu and Mo Chen mounted their horses in a single leap.

”Pursue them! Kill the bandits at all costs!”

”Kill!”

At Liu Yuanhu’s command, his subordinates surged with morale, their bloodlust radiant. Wielding their broadswords, they chased after the Black Sand Gang and the local clansmen.

Mo Chen grabbed the sturdy longbow hanging from his saddle, pulled out an arrow, nocked it, and drew it into a full arc. He aimed at the fleeing enemies and laughed.

”Brother Liu, it’s been years since we competed in archery, hasn’t it? How about we settle it today? Let’s say the wager will be the Hundred Flowers Brew you buried a decade ago!”

A decade ago, Liu Yuanhu, overjoyed at the birth of his daughter, had spent a fortune securing the finest Hundred Flowers Brew from the capital, burying it to save for her wedding day.

The Hundred Flowers Brew was a renowned liquor from the capital, made from premium ingredients and priced extravagantly. Not only was its flavor exquisite, but it also benefited martial artists in their cultivation.

The brew was so famous, even in the capital, that Mo Chen, a known wine lover, had coveted it for years.

Liu Yuanhu, well aware of his friend’s nature, burst into hearty laughter.

”Haha! Agreed, agreed! But let’s settle this in advance—if I win, you’d better lend me a few more days of your Red Cloud Guard when the time comes!”

Though the Red Cloud Guard wasn’t Mo Chen’s personal unit, as long as Liu Yuanhu issued the official order, he could request reinforcements for Canghe County.

And once they arrived, well, as for the duration of their stay—there was always room for negotiation.

”No problem! Let’s see whose targets turn out to be more valuable!”

Mo Chen zeroed in on a martial artist who had just entered the Blood Refining Realm. His gaze sharpened, and the bloodlust honed on countless battlefields flared from his being.

”Buzz!”

”Whoosh!”

As the bowstring released, the arrow streaked through the night sky, tracing a dazzling white line!