Chapter 1: The Awakening of Shin Wang...

  It was not until the wee hours of the morning that the Golden Army marched into a dark forest to rest. After a long period of plundering and fighting, the Golden Soldiers could no longer hold on and set up camp on the spot. Having been on the run for a whole day, whether it was the excited Golden People or the terrified captured Han people, their physical strength had reached its limit, and one by one they fell to the ground, soon entering the land of dreams.

  Only a few golden soldiers were still alert and observing their surroundings, but after several days of looting and killing, they had also consumed a lot of physical strength. At this time, the golden guards were also very sleepy, and from time to time, they dozed off.

  Zhao Zhu and Wang Jin were both thinking about escaping, trying to keep their eyes wide open to drive away the thick sleepiness. The two of them patiently waited for a while, seeing that the patrolling Golden Soldier was leaning against the tree trunk, drowsy and asleep. They immediately began to take action.

  Although Wang Jin was a sturdy middle-aged man, he had a sickly look on his face due to the blood all over his head. As a result, the knots that Jin Bing tied on him were not very fine. At this time, although Wang Jin could hardly move at all, Jin Bing had tied him up rather casually, and the knots were quite large and easy to untie. This was exactly why Wang Jin felt confident about escaping.

  As for Zhao Xuan, with his hands reversed behind him, Pisuo had tied them up tightly, but all ten fingers could still move. As long as he could untie the rope that bound Wang Jing, everything else would be easy. Although Zhao Xuan's body was not in good shape at the moment, he still possessed a strong mind. Under his brain's command, his fingers moved nimbly and quickly managed to untie the knot that ordinary people found difficult to untie even without being tied up.

  But when it was Wang Jin's turn to untie the knot for Zhao Chen, he had trouble. He didn't have Zhao Chen's ability, and in order to untie the rope that bound Zhao Chen, he needed not only his two hands but also the help of his teeth. Moreover, even with the help of his teeth, it took half a day and still couldn't be untied. As for Xiang Wangfei, she directly collapsed onto Zhao Chen's side and couldn't help at all.

  At this time, Zhao Zhuo was lying on the ground, with his ear stuck to the ground listening to the abnormal sound. Suddenly, an unusual sound came into his ears. The sound seemed like footsteps, and it was a group of people's footsteps. Although the footsteps were slow and light, Zhao Zhuo relied on his extraordinary ability to hear very clearly in the dark night.

  The moon is dark and the wind is strong. At this moment, anyone who appears in the old forest is either a thief or a bandit, or else they are deserters from the Song army. Since the righteous army is not active in this area, it can be said that no good people come here. If they do come, they will also hinder their own escape. Even if they manage to kill these Jin soldiers, they might still end up being killed by them. It's better to wake up the Jin soldiers and let them fight each other, while we take advantage of the opportunity to escape with Wang Jing.

  "Ah………" A shrill and mournful cry suddenly pierced the air, shattering the silence of the night. Upon hearing Zhao Chen's shout, Wang Jin was shocked and frightened, cold sweat breaking out in an instant. He lay on Zhao Chen's back, as still as a clay statue. He had no idea what was happening, nor did he know why Zhao Chen had suddenly let out such a loud and mournful cry.

  A dozen golden soldiers woke up with a start from their dreams, each jumping up and grabbing their weapons to rush towards the war horses. The war horse was the second life of the Golden People, advancing to attack and retreating quickly.

  "Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh......" Suddenly, countless long arrows came whizzing in from all directions, the dense and piercing whistling sound making one's soul fly away.

  Cries of despair rose and fell, several Jin soldiers were caught off guard, shot down by arrows, then war horses whinnied in fright, soldiers shouted curses, prisoners wailed, the forest was like a boiling cauldron, chaotic beyond measure.

  "Kill!" "Kill!" The sound of killing suddenly rose. A group of dark shadows rushed out from the depths of the forest, like ghosts in the black night, surrounding the Jin soldiers and swarming up, wantonly chopping and killing these dozen or so Jin soldiers.

  A heaven-sent opportunity, hurry and escape. At this time, Wang Jin suddenly woke up to the fact that Zhao Xun let out a mournful cry, originally wanting to alert the Golden Army, letting both sides fight each other, in order to take advantage of the chaos to escape.

  Although Wang Jin felt a little strange in his heart, Zhao Xun had somehow heard that something was wrong and why he hadn't noticed anything. But at this critical moment, he didn't have time to think about it and immediately continued to untie the rope behind Zhao Xun's back.

  However, the frightened captives also wanted to take advantage of the chaos to escape, but everyone except for their hands being tied up was strung together with a long rope, more than 20 people were like headless flies pulling and tugging in all directions, unable to move. More people struggled for a while before giving up on escaping, huddled on the ground with their heads in their hands, resigned to their fate.

  The confusion increased Wang Jin's difficulty in untying the knot, and the more anxious he became, the more chaotic it was, and the more he couldn't untie it. Zhao Chen saw that there were too many ambushing soldiers in the forest, several people surrounded and killed a Jin soldier, and several Jin soldiers had been shot at the beginning, even if they were very powerful, they were not opponents of the incoming soldiers. Looking at the situation, it won't take long for these Jin soldiers to die out, and he couldn't help but feel anxious in his heart.

  For Wang Jin, who has always taken care of him, Zhao Xun is still very grateful. In this chaotic world, there are too few people like Wang Jin. Such a true hero cannot die here and must not implicate Wang Jin. He repeatedly urged: "Wang Jin, don't worry about me, escape quickly."

  The opportunity for escape in front of him was fleeting, and he couldn't afford to hesitate for a moment. Zhao Ke was also a decisive person when it came to killing or chopping, but now he didn't want to drag down Wang Jin, who had always taken good care of him. One who could escape was one.

  At this time, Wang Jin became more anxious. He didn't have Zhao Chen's skillful hands, and with the painful wound on his head, it was indeed difficult to do such delicate work. However, time waits for no man, so the best solution is still to find a knife as soon as possible and cut off the rope.

  As he thought of this, Wang Jin suddenly dropped Zhao Zhu and rushed into the fighting crowd, colliding head-on with a gray-clothed big man. The big man was wounded by the Golden Army and was stumbling backward, still holding a long gun in his hand. Wang Jin was after all a royal guard who had entered the palace to protect the king through martial arts selection, he was tall and strong, and fast, this collision made the gray-clothed big man unbearable, and he fell to the ground immediately.

  Wang Jin was indeed the strongest martial artist among the Imperial Guards of the Great Song Dynasty. Even when injured, he still had two true moves left in him. With his quick eyes and hands, he snatched the long spear from the gray-clad big man and charged into the battle circle like a fierce tiger. The Golden Army soldier was surrounded by the two of them, but relying on his strong combat power, he had already gained the upper hand. Who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, another person rushed in, and it was that big man from the village who had been slashed on the back by himself. Did this captive dare to come over? Looking for death?

  Seeing that it was a captive under his hand, the Jin soldier couldn't help but be slightly careless, but with just a slight lapse in attention, he lost his life. In an instant, a long spear whizzed by, leaving behind a residual shadow, and had already pierced the chest of the Jin soldier who was unable to dodge.

  Wang Jin's spear pierced the golden armor, then he dropped his spear and snatched a sword. He turned around and ran away. Zhao Xun stood still, staring blankly at Wang Jin who didn't run away but instead fought with the enemy, he knew that Wang Jin was killing people to save him, and his heart felt grateful beyond measure.

  Wang Jin quickly rushed to Zhao Chen's front, Zhao Chen turned his back, Wang Jin cut off the long rope with one knife, and then took a knife to cut the thong on his wrist. At this moment, Zhao Chen used all his strength to rush into him, shouting: "Dodge!"

  A long spear flew through the air, brushing past his shoulder. Wang Jin turned around in shock and saw a Golden Army leader rushing towards him, still shouting wildly.

  "Run, run fast..." Wang Jin pushed Zhao Zhen away and raised his knife to meet him. If he didn't kill this Golden Army leader who was chasing him today, it seemed like he wouldn't be able to escape.

  Zhao Xun dragged the paralyzed Xin Wangfei and ran back a few steps, then turned around to observe the situation, in case something unexpected happened to Wang Jing. He knew that his slender body with little strength had limited combat power, so it was better for him to assist secretly rather than confronting the enemy directly.

  The leader of the Golden Soldiers who came after him was exceptionally brave, sacrificing his life to attack. It seemed that he would not rest until Wang Jin was killed. He appeared to have an extraordinary relationship with the deceased Golden Soldier, whether it was brotherly or friendly was unknown. At this time, Wang Jin had no intention of continuing to fight, Zhao Ze had already escaped a few steps, and he could also leave, but the more he wanted to leave, the more he was entangled by his opponent and couldn't escape.

  At this time, two ambushers rushed up to help Wang Jin fight against the leader of the Golden Army. However, the two people who surrounded and killed the leader of the Golden Army with him had mediocre martial arts skills and found it difficult to find an opportunity to escape. Just as he was anxious, one of them fell backwards, his neck's main artery spraying blood, having been beheaded by the leader of the Golden Army.

  Wang Jin cried out in distress, the idea of escaping grew stronger, just then, he caught a glimpse of Zhao Chen out of the corner of his eye. Zhao Chen had actually come back, at this time Zhao Chen's hands were still dragging a long gun, apparently it was the same one that had been thrown away earlier.

  Wang Jin knew that Zhao Chen was powerless, and he himself risked his life to save him. This Wang Ye actually returned again. Seeing Zhao Chen return, Wang Jin was both anxious and angry, fearing that the king he had risked his life to rescue would die here, rendering all his efforts in vain. Thinking of this, his mind racing with anxiety, his hands slowed down slightly, revealing an opening.

  That Jinbing leader was quick-eyed and quick-handed, his right hand bent knife blocked the opponent's ambush knife, and his left hand round shield hit his chest. At this time, Wang Jin dodged and was hit by the shield, flying out horizontally. The remaining person was not an opponent of that Jinbing leader at all, and he was in a precarious situation, in danger every moment.

  "King Jin......" Zhao Chen ran to King Jin's side, shouting repeatedly. King Jin struggled to lift his upper body and said to Zhao Chen with great effort: "Master! You quickly run away, quickly..." But he felt unbearable pain in his chest, then fell down powerlessly again.

  Zhao Zhuo bent down to grab his arm, wanting to help him up and leave together, when a miserable cry was heard. Zhao Zhuo suddenly raised his head, only to see that the Jin soldier had already knocked down his opponent and was about to behead him with his knife, while several of his companions rushed over but were too late to rescue him.

  Zhao Zhu did not hesitate, grabbed the long spear and threw it out. Unfortunately, although the aim was accurate, there was not much strength in it. The leader of the Golden Army reacted extremely quickly, chopping the spear with one knife, then letting out a loud roar, dropping the man, and raising his knife to kill him.

  Zhao Zhuang saw that the other party had actually run over, and suddenly some anger surged to the sky. "Damn it, you wait for me to practice my body well, your hundredth self is not my opponent." The strength of the previous life, the weakness of this life, made Zhao Zhuang feel sad.

  Although Zhao Zhuan was annoyed and helpless towards the golden armored commander who had arrived, he still picked up Wang Jin's knife to prepare for resistance.

  "When... " Mars shot out. In an instant, Zhao Chen used all his strength to use the clever trick of "four ounces moving a thousand pounds" to block this knife. Immediately afterwards, Zhao Chen's mind went blank, and the huge sound in his ear made him numb all over, and the great power of the Golden Soldier leader made him unable to support himself, and he fell to the ground with a crash.

  The Jin army leader looked at Zhao Chen in surprise, he was a famous master among the Jin army, with incredible strength. The fact that such great strength could be countered by a small child's single knife was simply unbelievable.

  The Jin army leader didn't think much and thought he had lost his strength, so he was about to chop again. At this time, Zhao Chen's upper body was numb, and the four ounces moving a thousand pounds also required four ounces of strength, but now he didn't even have one ounce of strength, and his arm was numb and couldn't be lifted.

  Zhao Xun was about to meet his end once again after crossing over, when suddenly the Golden Army leader's roar came to an abrupt halt. His rapidly moving figure froze in place, the war knife he held aloft paused in mid-air before slowly lowering itself. The night wind blew by, lifting up the hem of his clothes, and a pained wail escaped from the Golden Army leader's mouth, after which the curved knife and round shield in his hand both fell to the ground, and he collapsed straight down, dead.

  At this time, Wang Jin lay on the ground with wide eyes, staring incredulously at the corpse on the ground. Zhao Xun also felt suffocated and panted heavily.

  After a moment, the two of them looked up and saw a tall, robust man in a green robe with a red cloak approaching hastily. He had a thick beard, tiger-like eyes that were not angry but powerful, and inverted eyebrows that gave him an air of grandeur.

  A burly man in a green robe and red cloak held a bloody battle knife in his right hand and a Song army military crossbow in his left. It was clear that the ferocious leader of the Golden Army had been shot dead by him.

  "How are you? Are you hurt?" The red-robed burly man hastily helped up the person who had just been knocked to the ground by the Golden Army, asking repeatedly.

  "I'm fine..." The man struggled to get up, looked around and found that the battle had ended. There was not a single golden soldier standing in the forest. "It's over? They were killed so quickly?" Then he saw the bodies of his dead comrades, and his voice immediately became dull again, saying: "Unfortunately, many brothers have died."

  The man in the red robe squeezed out a few cold laughs from his nose and said with hatred, "Kid, the Jin people are all wolves, sharp noses, sharp claws, it's not bad to kill them off." Then he shouted loudly towards the distance, "Pack up, leave here immediately."

  Although Wang Jin was injured, his mind was still clear. Taking advantage of the fact that the battle had just ended and the bandits were still catching their breath, he could escape as far as possible. Now, no matter what kind of bandit, mountain thief, Jurchen soldier or other ethnic soldiers of the Jin Dynasty, they were all ruthless killers. If he didn't run away now, once the bandits came to their senses, they would probably not be able to escape.

  Wang Jin immediately said to Zhao Chen and Xin Wangfei, "Quickly run, quickly..." Zhao Chen and Xin Wangfei quickly used all their strength to lift up Wang Jin. The three of them tiptoed out for over a dozen steps when they heard the icy voice of a tall man in green clothes and red robe behind them, "Take another step, I'll kill you."

  Zhao Chen, Wang Fei and Wang Jin suddenly stopped in their tracks, the three of them staring at each other. In Wang Jin's heart, despair had reached its peak. Yesterday, he was accidentally caught by the Golden Army, and today, after finally getting a chance to escape, he missed it again - it was too hard to keep his head on his shoulders. Meanwhile, Zhao Chen was thinking about how to stay alive under the opponent's knife, deep in thought.

  The two men slowly turned around, the man in green clothes and red robe had a cold expression, with a fierce aura, shouting: "Tie them up for me and take them away." Several people rushed over, without saying a word, and tied them up with ropes.

  "Don't be like that. That big uncle just killed a golden dog, and the kid even saved my life." The person standing behind him, pointing at Zhao Chen and Wang Jin with one hand and pulling the red-robed strongman with the other, hastily dissuaded him, "If you want to recruit them as your subordinates, be more polite."

  "I saved them." The red-robed burly man snorted, saying angrily, "Hmph! But these three guys not only didn't thank me, they even wanted to sneak away quietly, clearly with guilty consciences. And although the little guy was weak, his flying dart skills were extremely accurate. The old man's martial arts weren't bad either, those two are definitely not ordinary people. It's possible they're spies from the Jin country, nowadays the world is in chaos and people's hearts are treacherous. I'm going to interrogate them thoroughly. Tie them all up!"

  After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked away. He took two steps and then turned back to shout: "What are you still dawdling for? Can't you hurry up?" The other person didn't dare to persuade him anymore and hastily followed after him.

  Zhao Xun and Wang Jin also breathed a sigh of relief. This group of bandits seemed to have some sense of justice, leaving two people alive. After all, the world was too chaotic now, with mountain bandits killing people as easily as crushing an ant, human life was worthless.

  At dawn, the bandit's troop arrived at a small valley and stopped to rest. At this time, Zhao Zhuo fell asleep as soon as he lay down, and he had a nightmare. In his dream, he was riding a horse on an endless grassland. Suddenly, the sky changed color, thunderstorm came, heavy rain poured down, and he fell into a swamp, sinking deeper and deeper, and was about to die. To save his life, Zhao Zhuo shouted frantically, but sank deeper and deeper...

  "Ah!" Zhao Xiang suddenly woke up. But saw the sunshine everywhere, green grass was lush, and in front of him was a smiling face as beautiful as a flower.

  Suddenly seeing a face, although it was a beautiful woman's face, but not Princess Xinxin, it was the face of an unfamiliar woman, so Zhao Chen was startled. "Who are you?" Zhao Chen asked.

  "My name is Zhao Qing'er." Followed by a pleasant laugh, "You saved my life last night, I came to thank you." Zhao Chen was still immersed in the terrible nightmare from earlier and didn't come back to his senses for a long time.

  Zhao Zhuang looked around, the princess was not by his side at this time. At this moment, his mind was a complete mess, and it wasn't until after a while that he remembered what had happened last night - the shot he had fired in a panic had actually saved her? Impossible! Although it was dark last night and he hadn't seen the person's face clearly, it couldn't have been a woman, could it? In this chaotic world, there were even female bandits?

  In this world, women are all appendages of men, and female bandits are as rare as giant pandas. How coincidental! Zhao Zhen looked at her with a mixture of trust and doubt, sizing her up and down, and said something very stupid: "You're a woman?"

  Zhao Qing'er was taken aback for a moment, thinking that the young man was very strange, and then couldn't help but burst out laughing. Zhao Zhen realized he had said something foolish and looked somewhat embarrassed.