AWB Chapter 222 There are no rules on the battlefield
Chapter 222 There are no rules on the battlefield
General's Mansion.
In the central room, two assassins in black crept in, slowly approaching the bed, each clutching a sharp dagger.
Apart from the snoring coming from the bed, there was no other sound in the room; it was eerily quiet.
Or perhaps they were on an assassination mission, and with success seemingly within reach, both assassins had beads of sweat forming on their foreheads.
On the bed, a figure was fast asleep, covered by the blankets, while a sword and armor hung on the other side of the bed.
The two finally reached the edge of the bed, then exchanged a glance, and almost simultaneously swung their daggers at the figure lying unconscious in the quilt!
But just as they made their move, the snoring suddenly stopped! Then, the person on the bed sat up abruptly and almost instantly grabbed their wrists!
Faced with this sudden turn of events, the two assassins were clearly taken aback. Then, they simultaneously struck out with their palms, aiming directly at the face of the person on the bed!
But before they could straighten their arms, the figure sitting on the bed threw a punch that struck them directly in the chest!
An immense force sent the two flying backward, spitting out blood before they even hit the ground! They then both collapsed to their knees.
Fell into a trap!
The two men instantly realized that such skill could not possibly belong to the garrison commander of Xiangyang!
The person who originally lived in this room should have been Lü Wenhuan, the garrison commander of Xiangyang!
Before the two could understand what was happening, the person on the bed rushed over like lightning. Upon seeing this, one of the assassins disregarded his companion, desperately scrambled to his feet, and turned to run away!
But before he could rush out the door, a gust of wind came from behind him, and the companion he had abandoned was kicked away and slammed heavily onto his back. He and the door flew out of the house and landed in the yard!
Several pieces of the bluestone floorboards on the ground were smashed!
When he struggled to his senses, he suddenly realized that the courtyard was filled with soldiers in full armor, holding torches high, and almost everyone was looking at him!
An overwhelming fear instantly filled his heart, causing him to tremble uncontrollably!
A soft, yet almost unmistakable, sound of footsteps echoed from behind the assassin, and a figure slowly emerged from Lü Wenhuan's room.
The assassin turned around in terror, and his heart sank the moment he saw the face of his "target".
The person hiding in the room impersonating Lü Wenhuan was none other than Duan Zhengchun!
Duan Zhengchun's existence was always a nightmare for the martial arts practitioners under Kublai Khan, because everyone knew that the Lingxiao Sword Demon was not just a name!
And they're ruthless! They often resort to annihilation!
In the martial arts world of the Central Plains, there is only one master who stands on the side of the righteous faction!
Duan Zhengchun walked slowly down the stone steps with a gloomy expression, staring intently at the assassin lying on the ground, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
The assassin who was kicked out the door by him had already died on the spot.
He never considered himself upright; if anyone made things difficult for him, he would retaliate tenfold or a hundredfold!
"Brother Yin, your method is indeed interesting! Fun! Fun!"
At this moment, Zhou Botong also came out from another room, carrying a panicked assassin in each hand.
On the other side, Huang Yaoshi opened the door and threw the two already unconscious assassins into the courtyard with two loud bangs.
Lu Wenhuan and two generals, dressed in plain clothes, stood surrounded by government soldiers. Looking at the assassins on the ground, they couldn't help but exchange glances, their expressions somewhat solemn.
At first, when Duan Zhengchun found them, they didn't take it seriously. But now they couldn't help but feel a chill run down their spines. If they hadn't been prepared, they might have really let the enemy succeed.
As Zhou Botong threw the two men to the ground, the five assassins who were still alive panicked, their faces already pale as they looked at the menacing eyes around them.
What is the distribution of the Mongol army forces entrenched outside Xiangyang?
Duan Zhengchun stared at one of the assassins and asked a cold question.
Scouts had already discovered that, in order to prevent any unforeseen circumstances, the Mongol army did not camp together during the ceasefire, but rather deployed separately to form a mutually supportive force, with their positions and troop strength changing daily.
The three sober assassins exchanged furtive glances, all keeping their mouths shut and refusing to answer.
Duan Zhengchun didn't say anything. He walked straight to one of the soldiers, drew the soldier's sword, and swung it at the assassin that Zhou Botong had just thrown out!
"Uh..."
With a spurt of blood, the man died instantly! He didn't even have a chance to struggle!
Seeing this scene, not only were the other assassins sitting on the ground dumbfounded, but Zhou Botong, Huang Yaoshi, Lü Wenhuan and others were also stunned.
Surrendered soldiers and prisoners of war are not to be killed; this is the rule on the battlefield!
But Duan Zhengchun didn't care about any of that. In his eyes, these assassins were just a matter of whether they would die sooner or later.
What is the distribution of the Mongol army forces entrenched outside Xiangyang?
Immediately afterwards, Duan Zhengchun spoke again, his tone and the number of words he uttered were exactly the same as before!
The two remaining sober assassins stared at Duan Zhengchun in utter terror, trembling all over, but still refused to tell the truth.
Duan Zhengchun didn't waste any words. He swung his sword again and killed another person!
Everyone present was stunned once again!
"stop!"
When Duan Zhengchun asked for the third time and raised his sword for the third time, Lü Wenhuan in the crowd finally spoke up to stop Duan Zhengchun.
The two unconscious assassins have been awakened and are now looking up in terror at the steel knife in Duan Zhengchun's hand, which could be swung down at any moment!
The two of them had their acupoints sealed by Huang Yaoshi, so even if they were highly skilled in martial arts, they could only watch helplessly, unable to do anything about it.
Duan Zhengchun slowly turned his head to look at Lü Wenhuan, who was walking out of the crowd. His face was expressionless, and he did not put down the knife in his hand.
He never had any goodwill towards the Song Dynasty court and its officials, whether civil or military.
Even though he had been fighting alongside Lü Wenhuan and others for many days.
"Since they are already prisoners, they have lost the ability to resist. Torture is acceptable, but how can they be killed arbitrarily?!"
"That's the rule of the battlefield!"
Lu Wenhuan looked at Duan Zhengchun with a serious expression and said.
"Rules? Who made the rules?!"
Duan Zhengchun asked a question with a blank expression.
"this..."
"This is an unwritten rule! Just like how envoys are not killed during war between two countries!"
Lu Wenhuan paused for a moment, then answered loudly.
"Are they envoys from Mongolia?"
Duan Zhengchun directly countered with a question.
Lü Wenhuan remained silent.
"Since you're not an envoy, what's the point of following the rules?!"
"They are assassins. Their purpose in coming here is to kill the three of you, in order to render the Xiangyang garrison leaderless and throw them into disarray!"
"Rules?! There are no rules on the battlefield! Only life and death!"
"When you try to reason with them about rules, their massive army is pressing in, burning, killing, and looting. When have they ever talked to you about rules?! There are no gentlemen on the battlefield!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Duan Zhengchun swung his sword down once again!
This time, two assassins who had just woken up from unconsciousness died at the same time under Duan Zhengchun's knife!
Seeing this, everyone present fell silent, staring blankly at Duan Zhengchun who showed no mercy.
Lu Wenhuan also shut his mouth, because he could not refute it.
Huang Yaoshi and Zhou Botong never intervened, because in their minds, they trusted Duan Zhengchun, so any decision Duan Zhengchun made was correct.
Besides, neither of them were people who followed the rules.
"You have one last chance!"
Duan Zhengchun coldly looked at the last assassin, placed the knife directly on the assassin's shoulder, and said indifferently.
Although he appeared calm, the assassin saw a murderous god filled with killing intent, whom no one could stop!
Coincidentally, the last assassin was the same one who had just escaped alive from Lü Wenhuan's room.
Perhaps this is not a coincidence at all.
So this time, the assassin didn't hesitate for a moment and immediately told everything he knew, making sure he didn't omit anything...