Huang Daha suddenly let out a fierce roar, his steel saber cleaving open an assassin's chest. Blood spurted like a geyser, staining half of his ferocious face red. But the next second, three spears pierced straight through his abdomen! The tower-like man merely grinned, revealing his blood-stained teeth, and gripped the enemies' weapons with both hands like iron pincers. With his last remaining ounce of strength, he shouted a few words flecked with blood: "Take the political commissar and go!"
The remaining Xiangyong Army soldiers had eyes red as blood, low growls like wild beasts rumbling in their throats. Trembling, Li Erniu ignited the signal smoke bound to an arrow, his veins bulging as he shot the arrow high into the sky. His battle cry tore through the open air. Zhang Daishan unfastened a gunpowder package and charged toward the incoming assassins. Just as he struck the flint, a stray arrow pierced his palm, yet he bit down on the flint with his teeth and twisted his face in agony to ignite the fuse!
The Lame Scholar was carried by two men toward the paddy fields as deafening explosions echoed behind them. The shockwave flipped three burning donkey carts, splashing burning oil into a wall of fire. Through the leaping flames, he saw a Xiangyong Army soldier pinned to a willow tree by a spear, grinning savagely as he released the safety of a live hand grenade, an expression of utter resolve flashing in his eyes.
Chapter 143