Chapter Thirty-Seven: Extremely Critical Situation

  In his past life, Wu Ji had experienced life and death, and there were many dangers. However, compared to the current situation, it was far from being comparable.

  This is a bandit, openly killing and burning, wanting to plunder Xining City. If their conspiracy succeeds, how many people in Xining City can survive? Xining City may become a ruin.

  With such a heavy burden on his shoulders, Wu Ji couldn't help but sigh. His small body had to bear this load, and it was really exhausting!

  "Why don't you leave the city?"

  "Open the city gate quickly!"

  Just as Wu Ji was pondering, the noise of the crowd suddenly rose. Wu Ji looked around and found that they were approaching the city gate. The city gate was tightly closed, and more than a dozen tall and exceptionally fierce men, who should be the Liufeng thieves, were guarding the side of the city gate.

  It's really calculated thoroughly, and even the city gate is closed. This also shows that the Flying Wind Thief intends to plunder Xifu City clean, and the future of Xifu City is worrying.

  "We have two paths before us now, one is to save ourselves and the other is to rescue all the people in the city." Wu Ji looked at Huangfu Song and expressed his own thoughts.

  "What about being a recluse and what about saving the people?" Huangfu Song asked with some puzzlement.

  "If we just mind our own business, we'll stir up the common people, rush the city gate and then run away to hide. After the bandits have passed by, we can come back." Wu Jia said confidently: "At present, although the bandits have closed the city gate, it's not difficult at all to open it!"

  Wu Jia had a thunderbolt in his hand, and even if there were dozens more bandits guarding the city gate, they wouldn't be able to hold it. Wu Jia was 100% sure of this.

  "Is there a way to save the people?" Huangfu Song did not speak, but instead stared intently at Wu Ji.

  "This is going to be tough! With our current strength, we can't resist the Liufeng thieves. To save the people, we have no choice but to rely on external forces. If someone can rush to Xiongzhou to ask for reinforcements, it's worth a try." Wu Ji had little confidence in this matter either.

  Although Xiong Zhou's return letter is not too far away, it takes time to rush and report the news. The Song army needs time to arrive, and there are also official affairs that waste time, so the time needed is even longer. By the time the Xiong Zhou army arrives, Gui Xin City may have already been reduced to ruins.

  "Send reinforcements?" Huang Fu's eyebrows furrowed, and he said: "This matter, I can try to go! But what about the city, how will it be handled?"

  "In the city, there is only one force that can be used, and that is the good men of the Qiyun Society! Their archery skills are exquisite, if we get their help, maybe we can rescue Lord Zheng." Wu Ji thought to himself.

  "Magistrate Zheng was known for his astuteness, but this time he was unfortunately duped by the bandits. Alas! Who could have anticipated it?!" Huang Fu sighed: "Even if we rescue Magistrate Zheng, it would be too late to make a difference!"

  Even if Zheng Ta was rescued and became the county magistrate, without an army, he would still be unable to contend with the bandits, and the situation would not improve.

  "If all else fails, we'll seize the city gate and escape as much as we can. If the Xiongzhou army arrives in time, who knows, we might even have some gains!" Wu Ji's brow furrowed, his worried heart growing heavier.

  "In that case, I'll go to Xiongzhou for a trip. The affairs of the city will be handed over to Lord Wu!" Huangfu Shuang hesitated slightly and knew that Wu Ji's analysis was very reasonable: "Lord Wu, how many points can you guarantee to keep Guishen City safe?"

  "It's all in vain!" Wu Ji said with a heavy heart.

  "You'd better hold on until I get back!" Huang Fu sighed softly, patted Wu Ji's shoulder, shook his head regretfully and turned to leave.

  After walking a few steps, Huangfu Song suddenly stopped and turned his head to measure Wu Ji: "Lord Wu, aren't you afraid that I won't come back after I leave?"

  "You're not that kind of person! You'll definitely come back!" Wu Ji and Huang Fu Suo weren't close, but he trusted this person very much, despite him having many secrets.

  "Thanks for the praise, Lord Wu! It feels great to be praised by others!" Huang Fu was taken aback, and then felt thrilled, it's a great feeling to be trusted. With a gaze that seemed to bid farewell forever, he took another glance at Wu Ji, before hastily leaving.

  The situation in the city is so chaotic that leaving Wu Ji in the city means he has little chance of survival, and this separation might be a permanent farewell.

  "Alas!" Wu Jie sighed, rubbing his temples in distress, and hastily headed towards the Wu clan's military workshop.

  While rushing, he looked around and saw that the common people were still walking on the street, doing their own things, unaware that Xining County was about to become a ruin.

  "This shows that only a portion of the bandits have arrived, and most of them haven't caught up yet. Otherwise, they would have already raided Xingcheng! Hmm, although the chances are slim, there's still some hope!" Wu Ji felt slightly relieved.

  Before long, he returned to the Wu family's military factory. There, everything was as usual: the craftsmen were working diligently, busily rushing about with joyful faces.

  "Wu Lang, you're back?" Yang Xiuxiu's face lit up with joy as soon as she saw Wu Jizhou, and she quickly walked up to him.

  "Wu Jian, and San Shu?" Wu Ji did not show his usual affection towards Yang Xiuxiu, but instead asked anxiously.

  Yang Xiuxiu felt slightly disappointed, but still replied: "They are busy."

  "Hurry! Hurry and call them over! I have something to say!" Wu Ji was very urgent.

  Yang Xiuxiu's eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, but she said without hesitation: "Wu Lang, take a break and have a cup of tea! I'll go call now." Yang Xiuxiu handed Wu Ji a bowl of hot tea before hurrying off.

  "Call everyone over!" Wu Ji reminded, smelling the tea fragrance, only then did he feel parched. Today's events were too big, Wu Ji was anxious and had a dry mouth, but hadn't noticed it until now. He picked up his tea and drank several mouthfuls, feeling slightly better.

  "Brother Qian, you're back?" Wu Jian and Wu Xing walked side by side, and as soon as they saw Wu Qian's face, they were overjoyed.

  "Ji'er, what brings you here? We're busy right now." Wu Qing's expression was a mix of delight and reproach as he saw Wu Ji. In his heart, he felt that for the sake of his nephew Wu Ji, he should exert himself to the fullest and not be lazy.

  "Be quiet and listen to me!" Wu Ji's expression was unusually solemn, interrupting everyone's greetings: "The situation is critical at the moment, don't interrupt. Liu Feng has sneaked into the city..."

  "Has the bandit Liú Fēng entered the city?"

  "Oh my god!"

  "Let's get out of here quickly!"

  Liu Feng's notorious name was well-known, and as soon as Wu Ji spoke up, he was drowned out by the crowd's screams. Everyone's face was filled with terror, and those who were timid were trembling with fear, their faces pale.

  "The bandits have captured Zheng Gong and all the officials and clerks in the county government, except for me and Huang Fu, are taken alive." Wu Ji's next words made them even more shocked.

  “……”

  Wu Jian, Wu Xing, Wu Qing, Zhang Da Niu, Duan Da Peng, Qiao Da Yuan, Yang Xiuxiu, each of them opened their mouths wide, and their throats made strange noises for half a day, but they couldn't utter a single word.

  This is really too shocking, compared to the wind and rain sneaking into the city, it can shock people's hearts.

  Qiao Dajun's elderly father has recovered from his illness and returned to work half a month ago.

  "Brother, what shall we do? Hurry up and escape, back to Wu's village!" Wu Qing was the first to come to his senses, and he quickly gave Wu Jue an idea. His face was pale, and his words were stuttered, with the sound of his teeth chattering clearly audible.

  "Yes! Run now and you can still make it!" The voices of assent rose up in unison.

  "The city gate has been closed by the bandits!" Wu Jie's words made them feel desperate.

  If the city gate is still there, there is still hope for escape. Without the city gate, it's equivalent to losing the last hope. Wu Qing and others were all stunned, at a loss for what to do.

  Wu Jie had a thunderbolt in his hand, and he wanted to take the road out. He was sure to succeed. Of course, it couldn't be now, because there were too few people, and the Wu family village would suffer heavy casualties. The thunderbolt was powerful, but after all, Wu Qing and the others were farmers who had never killed or set fires before. Once they confronted the ruthless bandits like Liu Feng, casualties were inevitable.

  Wu Jia felt emotional towards the people of Wu Family Village and was reluctant to let them take risks: "Although the city gate is closed, it doesn't mean there's no way out, as long as you listen to me."

  "Qiji, we'll listen to you! We'll listen to you!" Wu Qing agreed unconditionally.

  "You are a scholar, a big shot in our Wujiacun!" Several young people from Wujiacun hastened to echo.

  "Alright, boss, we're listening!" said Qiao Dajun and the others, hastily expressing their obedience.

  "That's great!" Wu Jia nodded with relief: "You bring as many thunderbolt shells as possible, the more the better. Thunderbolt shells, you all know how to use them, that makes things easier. Wu Jian, how many crossbows do we have?"

  The person who makes the thunderbolt will not use the thunderbolt, it becomes a joke.

  "There are fourteen." Wu Jian replied hastily.

  This crossbow was originally made by Wu Ji for the expansion of the Wu army, and now it can be put to good use.

  "Bring everything up!" Wu Ji waved his hand, telling them to bring things over.

  Wu Ji brought a few thunderbolt bombs and took a hand crossbow. Yang Xiuxiu also brought a few thunderbolt bombs and took a hand crossbow.

  Everyone was busy fetching thunderbolts and slingshots, and it was all over soon.

  "Kill! Kill!"

  Suddenly, shouts of killing came from outside. Wu Ji's head tightened, the Flowing Wind Thief had completely controlled the county government office and began to take action against the civilians, an unprecedented crisis was coming.

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