From the Dragon and Tiger Cavalry to Hunting Sins and Becoming Saints

Chapter 41 Attack

Although Yun Ke's expression was not good, he still handed the brief description of the task in his hand to Fu Que.

Fu Que is an obedient kid, quite capable, and most importantly, he treats people to meals every now and then. He's good at handling things and doesn't fail to get things done. Yun Ke has a pretty good impression of him.

Fu Que took it and saw that, literally speaking, the task was unremarkable: to check the population along a section of the river, the number of Qingtian people thereafter, and to record in detail which people in the population were laborers and which were respectable people.

At first glance, it looks like a very ordinary census conducted by local officials, nothing special.

But who is Fu Que? He's an alien.

I was in an unfamiliar place.

A sense of crisis compelled Fu Que to gain a basic understanding of all the areas surrounding Gaoyang County. Furthermore, after awakening as a different painter and needing to hunt down criminals, he intensified his efforts in acquiring and strengthening this information.

This makes it easier for him to ambush and kill, or to escape if he can't win a fight.

The dock was demolished.

Combining the mission location with the map in his mind, four words popped into Fu Que's head.

"Boss, we can't be the only ones getting these tedious and thankless tasks, can we?"

Fu Que handed back a brief description of the task, then complained casually.

If it's one of their groups, it might be a coincidence. Perhaps the Tiger Cavalry has some plans for this place, like building a new training ground or opening up a dock and warehouse.

"Of course not. Even Lao Sun and his team, the entire Tiger Rider squad, are doing the same kind of crappy missions. I estimate that the entire area of ​​Gaoyang County is basically covered by our group."

At this point, Yun Ke, who had been looking rather gloomy, immediately became excited. He said gleefully, "Hahaha, you didn't see Old Sun's face. It was so dark and gloomy that you could wring water out of it."

Cheng Du and Fu Que chuckled in agreement.

But Fu Que felt a sudden unease, a slightly ominous premonition.

A simple population census and land census is fine, but deploying top-secret agents and henchmen is problematic.

Moreover, prior to this, the Dragon Tiger Cavalry had been forced to remain silent.

Could I have really jinxed myself and someone else have been sent to another world?

Despite the complaints, Yun Ke was still very responsible. After leaving Gaoyang County, the group rode for an hour before arriving at the designated area.

Then, Yun Ke assigned Fu Que and Cheng Du their respective task areas, and then, carrying his brush and ink, disappeared into a lush green area.

I hope it's not what I'm thinking.

Looking at the lush greenery before him, Fu Que felt a pang of worry. It would be nice to have a fellow countryman in another world, but he was afraid that what would appear would not be a fellow countryman, but a fellow countryman turned into a cannon machine.

Because no normal person would reveal their origins to people from another world without reservation.

But if things really go according to this script, it means that the ideas in the villagers' minds have been noticed by the upper echelons of Da Zhao and have gained some recognition, and they have begun to select people to develop experimental fields.

The most terrifying thing is that Emperor Wu Hong, whose combat power had broken through to the peak and ended the chaos, already knows that aliens have come to his little territory. That's terrible.

Fu Que didn't think this was a good thing.

I hope it's not what I'm thinking, but rather that this fellow villager arrived earlier than me and has already firmly established himself in the treacherous court, where every step is fraught with danger, and is beginning to demonstrate his abilities to gain a higher position.

As he rode his horse to explore, Fu Que prayed silently.

Ok?

Suddenly, Fu Que frowned, and his hand holding the reins paused slightly.

As the swordsman in the painting became more and more spiritual, Fu Que himself also took meat and medicinal supplements every day to train. His five senses were no less sharp than those of ordinary Qi Refining martial artists. At this moment, he felt a dangerous feeling as if needles were pricking his brow.

Although within the Great Zhao territory, few people who are not outlaws or bandits carrying arrest warrants would take the initiative to attack the Dragon Tiger Cavalry.

But it's not that there aren't any; otherwise, there wouldn't be so many Radish Hills within the Imperial Guard.

Just then, a gentle breeze blew across the plump wheat stalks, scattering awns as a farmer straightened up, still holding freshly cut wheat stalks in his arms.

murderous look!

No sooner said than done.

A streak of light pierced through the farmer's chest, exploding into a large cloud of blood mist. It continued its swift, thunderous attack, its fierce wind aimed directly at his brow.

With Fu Que's keen eyesight, he could even see the warm, slippery blood splattered from the farmers' homes.

The farmer fell to his knees with a thud, a bloody hole the size of a skull bursting open in his chest. As the ruptured blood vessels twitched, blood splattered everywhere.

The sudden turn of events stunned Fu Que for a moment. When he came to his senses, the arrow was already in front of him. His black and white vision then unfolded, amidst the stagnation of all things.

Fu Que tilted his head back, a deep bloodstain slashed between his eyebrows by an arrow, creating a ripple of blood, but he narrowly avoided the horrific fate of being pierced through the brain by an arrow.

Fu Que straightened up and looked up to see the black and white lines on the farmer's body rapidly and chaotically dissipate, turning into a blurry black and white mass lying on the ground.

"...."

Fu Que, who had been silent, drew his knife, wiped the blood from his cheek with the back of his hand, and muttered something under his breath.

The wind howled, and the wheat stalks drooped.

"Tsk, you're not good either. You couldn't even kill a trainee tiger rider with one arrow."

From a distance of about 150 horse lengths away, a thin man sneered.

"Shut up. Now that we've been exposed, let's kill him quickly, or we'll be in trouble when the other Tiger Cavalry arrive to provide support."

The man with the large bow and turban shouted coldly.

"What kind of support is there? There are only so many Tiger Cavalry in Gaoyang County. They have to keep an eye on the Green Gang and patrol the mountains and forests. Now they've sent out most of their manpower to do some kind of census. Where are they going to find any more manpower?"

The gaunt man said this, but even as he did so, before the arrows had even struck, he immediately ducked and charged toward Fu Que.

In the black and white world, the lines that make up the two characters are no worse than those of Crane, and are even richer and fuller.

Upon seeing the farmers' miserable state, Fu Que's first thought was to dismount and fight the two men, but as if remembering something, he held back.

He tapped the horse's belly, signaling the steed to run away, and at the same time took out the Great Zhao version of Ares's rallying order to call for reinforcements.

The brilliant fireworks rose straight into the sky, but nothing happened.

The fireworks pattern, which should have been a dazzling display, didn't even produce a wisp of smoke.

"Did you come prepared?"

Fu Que felt a chill in his heart. Damn it, he was actually banned from speaking on his own turf. Who was this person?

"Kid, just accept your death. Since we dared to attack you so openly, how could we not be prepared?"

The gaunt man rushed in, laughing strangely.

Fu Que remained silent, simply urging his fine steed to gallop at full speed.