Simply Trading 218 Springing the Trap 2

Li Changhai clearly did not have the mood to answer the handsome fellow's biting commentary, as he clawed at the tasseled helmet that was hanging on his belt, and slammed it over his head, tying its strap under his jaw. But he finally managed a reply, as he snatched up his glaive, which was lying on the roof of his wagon:

"Alright! You were right about the ambush! Now can we go help my people deal with those black-clad rascals now?"

So saying, he charged forward immediately, to join the rest of his men in the battle that was heading his way. That move was answered by a loud cheer from the rest of the soldiers. No doubt it had greatly boosted their morale.

Qin Feng, on the other hand, rolled his eyes as he started forward, to support the soldiers as well. Those from the rear had rushed up, and had already formed a secondary line between the Second Ducal Prince's wagon and were supporting their fellows against the black-garbed raiders engaged at the front. They had clearly been alert for such a signal, and had practiced their response to the same. Lin Liushui had not been exaggerating when he boasted of how he had readied the guards for something like this.

Although he probably had not expected the assailants to be as powerful as they appeared to be, Qin Feng realized immediately. The men in black were pushing the front-line back, and with greater ease than any of them had expected!

"I think we shall need to step forward, to help out our Brother Changhai now. This does not look like a run-of-the-mill sort of ambuscade," grunted Du Yan as he started to heft the heavy pair of maces that had miraculously appeared in his hands.
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That made Qin Feng look at the brawny fellow sharply. Did he have one of those Qiankun pouches? Or was it a ring like the one that he had on his finger? Then the youngest of the group shook his head at himself. What was he thinking? The Marquis of the Changqing City was handing them out as prizes for his military selections back then, so it should be a commonplace item, there among the wealthy and the influential, in the rest of the Kingdom. Why should he be surprised upon seeing how Du Yan had one of them too?

In fact, it was only expected that Lin Liushui, and the Second Ducal Prince, were carrying more potent devices on their bodies. Given the fact that one was a member of an old family that wielded immense power, and the other was a noble son of one of the three men who dealt with all the military actions in the Shu Kingdom, Qin Feng did not doubt that they were loaded to the gills with all sorts of useful items.

The glaive in Li Changhai's hands, however, gave him pause. Wasn't that something that he had given the Second Ducal Prince? Way back, during the assault on the Marquis' Army Camp outside Changqing City? And hadn't it been destroyed some time back? Why was the Second Ducal Prince still using that weapon?

And another thing: why didn't he keep that in a Qiankun pouch? Leaving it on the carriage like that was an obvious warning to the enemy that he was trained in such a weapon, wasn't it?

But this was clearly not the time to be worrying about something like that, Qin Feng reminded himself, as he saw the horde of enemy assassins rushing their way. There were close to two hundred of those men in black clothes, which was a little surprising, despite all the warnings that he had received from Lin Liushui.

Pitted against just sixty, seventy in Li Changhai's entourage, wasn't that a little overdoing it? Or were they really that worried about the Second Ducal Prince's personal troops?

Or was it Lin Liushui's and Du Yan's reputation that was making the enemy worried?

Qin Feng sniffed as he charged forward, just three, four steps behind the heavily armored Ducal Prince. Li Changhai was only a little slower because of the weight of the armor on his back, which spoke of how he must have trained wearing the same. And the way that he was wielding that glaive of his was smoother than Qin Feng expected.

But he didn't have too much time to admire his friend. Before he realized it, the black-garbed enemy had already fallen upon them, and Qin Feng was fighting for his life!

The first one who attacked him was using a spear, and his thrust went straight for the unarmored Qin Feng's chest. Which had him rolling his eyes at the idiot. Against such a simple, boring attack, he didn't even bother to draw his sword!

After all, he never really cared for that heavy soldier's weapon that he was wearing at his side! The same one that he had snatched from the enemy in the last fight, escorting Li Changhai North. So he preferred not to use it, if he didn't have to.

Qin Feng slapped the spear aside, his hand catching the weapon neatly behind its bright scarlet tassel. This was getting annoying, he found himself thinking. He kicked off with his feet, to try to draw himself closer to his enemy, who was trying to draw back, so that he could continue to use the advantage of his longer weapon.

But the barehanded Qin Feng simply pressed himself harder, and continued to slap, press and yank at the spear shaft, each time that it came close to him. To be absolutely honest, he wasn't even in the least bothered by the attacks that his opponent made. Which did nothing except infuriate him. The idiot assassin was clearly not trying very hard to kill him. So, if that was the case, what was he really up to?

A shout from the troop behind him woke him up from his building anger and annoyance. This was just another of the enemy's ploys, wasn't it? They were just delaying the more powerful members of the Second Ducal Prince's party, while they wiped out his ordinary soldiers? And toss another dilemma into Li Changhai's lap?

And since the enemy was running from him like this, instead of facing him in a straight-up fight, did he intend to draw Qin Feng away from the others? That would certainly be sound tactics, if his intention was to eliminate the ordinary soldiers first, the young man decided.

Well, too bad Qin Feng had no intention of letting him have his way!

He growled as he finally yanked the sword from its scabbard, and thrust it out at the enemy immediately. In fact, it was faster than what the black-garbed spear-wielder had expected. The weapon was heavier that what Qin Feng had liked it to be, but that didn't mean that he could not squeeze every bit of speed out of it when he had to.

[Four Seasons Sword: Shards of Winter Frost!]

The tip of the war sword slid into the enemy's throat, even as Qin Feng slapped his final, desperate lunge with his spear aside. From his wide-open glare, it was clear that the black-clad fellow was completely unresolved. Clearly, he had not been expecting Qin Feng to have such a move.

But the young man had already turned aside, unwilling to waste any more time on the idiot who had been trying to delay him. He had other things to worry about. Like keeping Li Changhai safe!

However, the Ducal Prince was not unsupported. Du Fan, it seemed, had seen the problem as well. And had taken the most direct, most simple method to deal with it!

The burly fellow had snatched up a handful of small rocks from the road, and had sent the lot flying at the rest of the black-clad men who were rushing to engage, and bind, the soldiers that were supposed to be protecting Li Changhai!

The pebbles that he had thrown out smacked into the bodies of the assailants, giving off loud ringing sounds where they connected with the metal armor plates that they were wearing under their black clothes. Which was enough to deflect, and so prevent, the little stones from doing much damage to the ones wearing the same.

However, the force of the thrown pebbles, were sufficient to send some of them crashing onto the ground! Even if they were not injured by the fall, it was enough to give the troop a chance to take a breather, and get themselves organized into a proper formation again!

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