Chapter Ten: The Devil-Subduing Pestle

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  Arrows shot onto the vehicle, ringing out everywhere. The large man suddenly appeared and disappeared like a ghost, immediately making the Song army dare not to slack off, starting to disperse and surround the entire vehicle.

  Wen Fei's eyes were sharp, and he suddenly saw a black shadow jumping out, surprisingly pouncing on Zhang Shu Ye. It seemed that Wen Fei had been aware of the situation for some time and had come up with the idea of capturing the thief to capture the king.

  He was called Wubury, but didn't even have a surname. He was originally also a member of the Western Xia aristocracy, only to lose in the power struggle within his clan. The entire clan, young and old, were either killed or demoted to slaves. So although Wubury was fierce, he still couldn't escape this fate as a slave. This time, to wash away his identity as a slave, he used 125% of his strength.

  One leap, a long arm stretched out, and he grabbed Zhang Shuye. Who knew that Zhang Shuye's generation, starting from his grandfather, relied on military power to rise to prominence, not just any ordinary scholar-official. Unexpectedly, he dodged with a sliding step, the precious sword at his waist popped out, and he stabbed towards Wuchen.

  Although Zhang Shu Ye knew a little of the Three-legged Cat's kung fu, how could he be a match for such a fierce man as Wu Mai? He was disarmed in just a few moves and his neck was grabbed by one hand. With just a twist...

  The other Song soldiers only reacted at this time, and seeing such a situation were shocked and lost their color. However, they also feared to use their weapons, as the proportion of archers in the Song army was extremely high. Half of these Song soldiers used bows and crossbows, but fearing injury to Zhang Shuye, they did not dare to take action. The Western Xia soldiers in the distance saw an opportunity and pressed forward.

  But at this critical moment, a loud crash was heard. A blood flower suddenly burst forth on the big man's shoulder, and his whole body shook with tremendous force as he stared incredulously at his own shoulder. Then another blood flower splashed onto his arm.

  Wen Fei fired two shots in a row, fortunately, the distance between them was close enough, only a few meters away. At such a close range, it's like shooting with the muzzle directly on the target, there's no reason to miss. Just like that, Wen Fei also feared accidentally hurting someone, so he intentionally aimed his gun to one side, shooting at Wu Mai's shoulder and arm.

  Zhang Shuye was also a vegetarian, so he took the opportunity to place one knee on Wu Mai's legs. Any man would not be able to withstand such an attack. When Wu Mai rolled into a ball in pain, Zhang Shuye took advantage of the situation and escaped from Wu Mai's grasp, without saying a word, and hid among the Song army troops.

  Other Song soldiers took this opportunity and didn't show any courtesy, with a whooshing sound, they shot the buried ones like hedgehogs.

  Looking from afar at this scene, Ye Lixuan didn't explode in anger. It seemed as if he was completely indifferent to the death of this slave, and only appeared to be deep in thought, saying to someone beside him: "Look at that sorcerer's thing, doesn't it seem like those Buddhist monks' demon-suppressing staffs from our Great Xia country?"

  The man behind him, surprisingly dressed as a Han scholar, frowned and said: "Those Buddhist monks' demon-subduing pestles are several feet long, and it's very troublesome to use them. The power is not as great as this one. However, they can all fly out with a loud noise and spew out flames..."

  Ye Li nodded and said: "Not bad, it's much more powerful than the demon-suppressing mallets of our Dashu. Let's retreat, today doesn't seem to be a good day for us!"

  As the Western Xia army retreated, Wen Fei was escorted by this small team of over a hundred people all the way into the main camp. As soon as he entered, he saw that the rear of the camp was bustling with activity. Countless laborers had begun digging foundations on the ground, apparently starting to build fortifications!

  The truck driven by Wen Fei was carrying dozens of tons of cement, and overloading is a common occurrence in China. It can be said that if they didn't overload, the drivers in China would all go bankrupt.

  The common people worked together to unload the cement. The grade of this cement was not high, and there were no good sand and gravel for mixing, so the effect was very ordinary. Moreover, it lacked steel bars and could not be made into reinforced concrete. At that time in Northern Song Dynasty, with such a small amount of steel production, if it was said that building a protective wall would require burying so much steel inside, even the current emperor would vomit three liters of blood upon hearing it!

  However, with cement, the progress of this project has accelerated a lot.

  "Thank you, Master Xian, for your great kindness in helping me! I will thank the imperial court on your behalf and ask them to grant you a noble title!" Zhang Shuye thanked him sincerely, not only for saving his life but also for helping them build their stronghold.

  The text translates to: "What's the point of this broken title? It can't be eaten or drunk. He casually said, 'That, my title doesn't matter, mainly because it sounds awkward when True Martial Ancestor hears it, why do you officials give titles like True Martial Great Emperor?'"

  Zhang Shu Ye patted his chest heavily and said, "The Zhang family has some influence in the imperial court, don't worry, Master Xian. We will do our best to make this happen. Besides, my whole family has already converted to the True Martial Sect..."

  Wen Fei nodded in satisfaction after hearing this. In his heart, he secretly prayed: Great Emperor, bless me! I've gained a lot of benefits from you. Now I'm also working hard to help you spread the teachings!

  "This time, those Xixia bandits actually crossed the river with hundreds of horses and colluded with those Qiang tribes to ambush the Iron Chariot of Master Xian. We have been worried about your safety all along... Unfortunately, our Song Dynasty army is not good at field battles and can only defend here. We cannot take the initiative to attack the bandits..."

  Wen Fei was shocked: "What? Those Western Xia people mobilized a large army, not to attack Tiandu Castle, but to capture me?"

  Zhang Shu nodded heavily and said, "The captives we caught told us that the people of Shi Bi Department told Zhuo Luo and Nan Jun Si on the north bank of the Yellow River that you, Xian Shi, can conjure up fine wine, cloth, iron pots and other things. As a result, Western Xia sent people to capture you and Tie Che together!"

  Wen Fei's cold sweat flowed down at that moment, fortunately the Xia people didn't know about this truck's defect. Otherwise, if they had dug a few holes on the ground, he would have fallen into them and been captured by others.

  But how did they know I would reappear in the same place? Could it be... Wen Fei remembered that every time he traveled back to Maiji, he would reappear in the same location. It seemed that if someone had been paying attention, they might have already discovered this pattern and set a trap for him. However, those Western Xia people were too naive and didn't know that the off-road capabilities of this vehicle were limited. If it weren't for the pit, even if the road was just a bit bumpier, the car wouldn't be able to move at all.

  What a close call, what a scare. Wen Fei wiped the sweat from his brow and thought to himself that this time-space of Northern Song was too dangerous now. This time when he goes back, he plans on not coming again for a while. He'll just let them finish their war first.

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