Chapter 128 - 118: I’m Going Too
"This weapon called a handgun is truly amazing! With it, I can definitely protect Miss Han and the Prince."
Han Lei looked at him with an excited expression, speechless as she gazed at the sky.
"Don’t just be happy, throw away your armor and saber, they’re useless now."
"Hehe. Yes, with a handgun, those are just junk."
This set of cold weapons had accompanied him for many years, and although Ping Chuan was somewhat reluctant, he resolutely threw the armor and saber by the roadside.
Wearing a bulletproof vest, holding a handgun and a baton, he felt invigorated, embodying the spirit of a modern soldier.
Indeed, guns and cannons are the ultimate tools for men.
With this new gear, Ping Chuan’s attention was instantly drawn to studying the new weapon, and Han Lei enjoyed the newfound peace and quiet.
The motorcycle roared to life again, the night wind still howling, but their hearts were filled with confidence and strength.
They passed through Pingyang County in Canzhou, through Yong’an City, and by midday, finally arrived at the Yong’an City military camp, covered in dust.
In the camp, soldiers were still busily transporting city defense materials to the walls to counter the Turkic army of two hundred thousand.
Box after box of arrows, large stones, and logs were continuously sent up the walls.
These supplies would be Yong’an City’s crucial barrier against the two hundred thousand Turkic army.
Ordinarily, chevaux de frise was placed at the camp’s entrance as a blockade and defense. But today, because soldiers needed to transport defensive materials, moving in and out, the gates were wide open.
Suddenly, a peculiar and terrifying roar sounded from afar, breaking the busy atmosphere of the camp.
Soon after, a strangely shaped monster, carrying two people, dashed directly into the camp like a wild horse, kicking up clouds of dust.
The monster was covered in steel armor, its three wheels rotating rapidly, trailing a long exhaust, looking both mighty and eerie.
The soldiers were startled by the sudden appearance of this monster, dropping their supplies in shock, retreating or picking up weapons to stand guard.
"What is that? Is it a new Turkic cavalry?"
"No, the person on it looks like Mr. Ping, the Deputy Commander of Mr. Zhao."
"Isn’t that Mr. Han?"
Indeed, the monster stopped, and two people jumped down—it was Ping Chuan and Han Lei.
Having spent quite some time in the Yong’an City camp, nearly everyone had seen Han Lei’s emergency vehicle, the supplies she managed to gather for emergencies, and her extraordinary medical skills; everyone knew she meant no harm.
Moreover, accompanying Han Lei was Ping Chuan, Zhao Zun’s trusted aide Deputy Commander.
So, recognizing them, the surrounding soldiers all relaxed and no longer felt afraid.
"Mr. Ping, is it really you?" a soldier asked in surprise.
"Miss Han, so it was you." Another soldier’s voice held a tinge of delight.
Ping Chuan and Han Lei had no time to attend to the soldiers’ astonishment. They looked around and urgently asked, "Where is Mr. Zhao now?"
"Mr. Zhao?"
The soldiers hesitated, looking at each other, reluctant to mention Zhao Zun’s awkwardness as a Marshal taking the vanguard position.
Finally, under Ping Chuan’s urgent gaze, a soldier stammered, "General Li Gang ordered Mr. Zhao to lead the Vanguard Camp for an ambush at Niuwei Slope."
Ping Chuan furrowed his brow and pressed further, "How many went?"
"Two thousand from the Vanguard Camp," the soldier answered.
Upon hearing that Zhao Zun went to Niuwei Slope with only two thousand men, Han Lei’s face immediately darkened.
"Get in, let’s go to Niuwei Slope."
Ping Chuan remained silent, his face grave as he climbed into the sidecar.
Han Lei nodded, and with a roar, the motorcycle started again.
With a beautiful drift, the motorcycle shot forward like an arrow, and the soldiers around quickly stepped back to make way.
At that moment, Hua Tianyou, worried about Zhao Zun’s safety, happened to run over.
Upon seeing Ping Chuan and Han Lei, his previously carefree eyes were filled with surprise and joy.
"Miss Han, you’re finally here. Where are you going?" Hua Tianyou shouted.
Han Lei braked abruptly and answered briefly over her shoulder, "To save someone."
Save someone?
Surely they were going to save Zhao Zun!
"I want to go too," Hua Tianyou said without hesitation.
In the morning, when Zhao Zun came to the camp, he hadn’t had a chance to speak to Zhao Zun properly before hearing that he had already taken the Vanguard Camp to Niuwei Slope.
Two thousand men ambushing two hundred thousand strong troops—Hua Tianyou was alarmed at the thought.