Those years when I cooked big pot rice in the Qin Dynasty

Chapter 37 This person must be eliminated!
"General Aqina seems to have been captured alive."

The scout's voice was trembling: "We were almost winning, but out of nowhere, many people rushed out, much stronger than us, we couldn't beat us at all..."

"Why are there other people?!" The priest's eyes were fierce, and he glanced at the old man next to him, "Master Patriarch, can you explain to me where he came from? Could it be that he, Gu Jingzhao, was in your patriarch's house?" You have trained a strong soldier under your nose?"

The patriarch shook his head in panic, "My lord priest is very aware of the details, and this old man doesn't know anything about it."

"I dispatched the township soldiers from the entire Quan County, a total of 300 people, not a few of them, and no one defected to Gu Jingzhao!"

"Gu Jingzhao is just a foreigner, and it is impossible for him to conjure up soldiers stronger than the local soldiers with his extraordinary ability, unless he saw a ghost..."

The priest cast a ruthless gaze over him, and the patriarch immediately shut up.

Another scout ran into the ancestral hall covered in blood: "My lord priest, patriarch, something is wrong... Gu Jingzhao, Gu Jingzhao and the others have already reached the gate of the ancestral hall!"

"What!" The patriarch's face turned pale instantly, his lips trembled uncontrollably, and even his beard trembled.

"Master Priest, why don't we retreat..."

Out of the [-] township soldiers, more than [-] were dispatched, and the remaining dozens were simply unbearable to fight against.The priest didn't know, but the patriarch knew it very well!
Plague and famine made his so-called strongest local soldiers only exist in name only, and many of them were forcibly brought to join the war while sick.

He originally thought that Gu Jingzhao was only surrounded by Shandan and his group of old, weak and sick people, and 300 people were more than enough for dozens of people, but Gu Jingzhao's group were like mad dogs, biting whoever they saw.

If they really wanted them to go to the ancestral hall to meet themselves and the priest, they would have to be cut alive by him to sacrifice to heaven!

The priest remained silent, looking at the continuous rain and fog outside. The heavy rain would stop at some point, but everything was exactly as Gu Jingzhao predicted. The rain really fell after seven hours.

Since this kid can calculate the time of rain so accurately, he can't allow such a person to exist in the world.

This person must be eliminated!
The patriarch didn't know what the priest was thinking, he was worried about his own safety, and continued to persuade the priest:

"Master Priest, this Gu Jingzhao is like a mad dog right now. When this mad dog goes mad, it doesn't matter whether it is a man or a god, whoever catches and bites whoever it catches. Let's retreat to Xiaxi first, and come back to wipe out this group of people after we reorganize our troops. Traitors, we won't be consumed by them here."

The priest thought for a moment, then waved an order to let the remaining [-] civilian soldiers protect them and retreat, and the rest went out to support, and they must block Gu Jingzhao's attack, and they must not be allowed to step into the ancestral hall.

As early as the beginning of the construction of this ancestral hall, there was a secret road leading directly to the foot of Gaojing Mountain.Only the patriarch and priests knew where the secret passage was. After they got down the tunnel, the entrance was sealed to prevent Gu Jingzhao from chasing them.

The torrential rain showed no signs of stopping at all, Jing Zhao and the others became more and more courageous as they fought, and broke into the ancestral hall in an instant.

But among them there were only a dozen or so village soldiers who had already fought and tried their best to tremble, but there were no patriarchs and priests.

Jing Zhao raised his short sword and placed it across the neck of a village soldier, "Where are the priests and patriarchs?"

His voice was hoarse, and his body was bloody like a ghost that just crawled out of a bloody cave. His hair soaked in rain was sticking to his cheeks in strands, and what dripped down were not drops of water, but drops of blood!
"I, I don't know..." His eyes were full of fear, he stepped back step by step, until he reached the steps, sat down, and dropped the weapon in his hand.

"Please, please let me go... I really don't know anything, I was arrested, I didn't volunteer to serve as a soldier, I still have a wife and children to take care of at home, please... ..." He cried out, hugging Jing Zhao's thigh and crying endlessly.

Jing Zhao withdrew his dagger indifferently, and stepped into the ancestral hall to look for it.

But at this moment, the man suddenly became greedy. The priest said that Gu Jingzhao's head was worth a hundred gold, a hundred stones of grain, and the position of Xiaxi Township Chief!

Now, Gu Jingzhao is half a step away from him, and he can cut off his head with a wave of his arm!

With a thought in his heart, he suddenly picked up the dagger at his feet, screamed and stabbed towards Jing Zhao.

moment!Blood surged, and a severed hand holding a sword flew twice in the air and fell to the ground in a hurry.

The soldier's eyes widened unwillingly, and a mouthful of blood gushed out. He slowly lowered his eyes, looked at the dagger stuck in his chest, and looked at the young man in front of him in disbelief. In the end, his life was frozen forever This moment.

When Jing Zhao turned his head, Aning had already got up and pulled out his dagger, and the young man looked calm.

"Run away," he said.

"The ancestral hall has no back door." Jing Zhao said.

The objects they are talking about at this moment will only be priests and patriarchs.

Aning is more sensitive to the environment than anyone else. He knew from the moment he entered the door that the patriarch and priest must have left.

"They walked through the secret path." A familiar voice came.

An Zhiping came out from the ear room, he waved his hands and asked a few people to tie up those peasant soldiers.

He went straight to Jing Zhao: "Gu Jingzhao, you are still alive now because I helped you, but I am not free, there are conditions for my help."

Jing Zhao glanced at An Nanhuai who was standing beside him, he had a calm face, he should have known it a long time ago.

Jing Zhao said, "What condition?"

"I want you to save my father." An Zhiping said: "The lightning that day killed my fifth uncle and scared my father. He lost his soul; I want you to help me get his soul back, I know You have it."

An Zhiping paused for a moment, then continued: "As long as you help me this time, if you have troubles in the future, I will continue to help you."

Jing Zhaodao: "An Feng doesn't like me, and has always wanted to get rid of me first. I saved him, but he wants to kill me again. What should I do?"

An Zhiping frowned, thinking about how to answer.

However, An Nanhuai suddenly walked across to Jing Zhao, and he bowed to him first, "Mr. Gu, you don't worry too much about this matter. After this battle, everyone in Xiaxi is now with you. We will not betray you, and we will not betray you." Wouldn't want to kill you.

It is his father Anfeng that Zhiping wants to ask you to save today, not the township chief Anfeng who was ordered by the great witch to take charge of Xiaxi. I hope you will help him out of his kindness. "

Other villagers in the ancestral hall also responded together: "Mr. Gu, please help the child."

Jing Zhao was silent, and he cast his eyes on Aning again, but Aning was leaning on the railing, his eyes drifted far away, as if he was wandering in the sky.

Jing Zhao nodded after thinking for a while, "I'll visit your house tomorrow."

(End of this chapter)