Saving System: Calm Down, My Fleeing Host!-Chapter 195: Retreat Without a Fight

Unfortunately, the arrow brushed past the eagle’s feathers and missed it by a fraction.

On the other side, the Hidden Guard was also not to be outdone. After seeing the eagle fly away, his fierce gaze once again focused on Leng Qi.

The few exchanged glances and, with tacit understanding, thrust their swords toward Leng Qi. At this critical moment, as the sharp sword tips were about to pierce Leng Qi like a porcupine.

Swish swish swish!

Several dark darts shot forward at the speed of light.

Feeling the approaching danger, the group quickly turned to block. One person reacted a bit slow, and a dart directly pierced his hand, severing veins and bones. The sword in his hand clattered to the ground, blood splattered, and the pain made him tremble with his teeth clattering.

The system let out a sigh of relief upon seeing this. It seemed Yanlan had indeed sent someone to support, so the host no longer needed to worry about Leng Qi’s safety.

One could now escape with peace of mind.

While running wildly, Cheng Xiaoxiao listened to the system’s report, and her worried heart finally settled.

"Do we know the person who saved him?"

The system thought for a moment and said, "He is an unfamiliar face, but his attire suggests he is also one of their ’Leng’ assassins."

"As long as he’s safe."

Thinking that Leng Qi was severely injured, it was better for their crew to take him back. She didn’t want to owe more favors to Yanlan.

Meanwhile, Yanlan, whom she was thinking about, held yellow paper in his slender hands, his face much leaner, silent and expressionless, with flickering flames reflected in his eyes.

Han Yi stood quietly three meters away, his expression unusually serious.

The intense hatred in the Prince’s eyes had vanished, leaving his heart even more silent and lonely, devoid of vitality.

In the past, the Prince could still get drunk, mutter grievances, and feel resentful in front of the Princess Consort’s grave. Even the hatred that reddened his eyes was so real. But now, having avenged, the Prince seemed no different from a walking corpse.

At this point, it was unknown whether avenging was good or having a lingering enemy was better.

Seeing the Prince in this state made his heart ache!

From a young age, the Prince had endured so much hardship, hoping to gain the Prince’s approval. He outwardly seemed indifferent, but internally he was jealous and eager.

But now, he had no aspirations, no faith, not even the animosity that kept him going. The person he wished to gain approval from was also dead, leaving him suddenly unburdened yet profoundly empty and at a loss.

As Han Yi was lost in thought, Zhou Yanlan’s calm voice sounded, "Let’s go!"

The tone was calm and unfluctuating, neither sad, happy, nor angry, leaving Han Yi with a bitter heart. In the past, there would at least be a chilling aura, but now, does he not even have that privilege?

Unaccustomed to it, he felt even more frustrated. What could he do to bring the Prince back to life?

Han Yi quickly approached his master and reported, "Prince, shall we set off now? What about here?"

The current Yanzhou County was desolate, like a lonely city. The surrounding was dead silent, devoid of people, with only barren ruins left. Those alive had fled, and those who hadn’t likely wouldn’t live much longer.

Because those were people infected with the epidemic, they could only wait to die where they stood.

The outbreak of the epidemic led Great Xia’s 100,000 cavalry and 50,000 infantry to retreat without a fight.

Thus, this aggressive campaign to capture the city and seize the land quietly ended without a fight.

A substantial number of Great Xia’s troops were infected, enough to trouble them significantly. Here, there is no food, no people, no gold or silver, only barren land, dilapidated houses, and viruses drifting in the air.

If they want it, they can take it. However, even with Yanzhou County’s gates wide open, they fled faster than rabbits.

Great Xia’s army isn’t foolish; once they realized something was amiss, they withdrew their troops.

Life, no matter how tough, must go on. It’s not worth risking for those supplies.

Great Xia’s Third Prince is now filled with deep regret.

In the midst of the rampant epidemic in Yanzhou County, many fled towards the Capital City, but unfortunately, those cities dared not accept refugees from Yanzhou County. Now it’s not even about having food, but if a single refugee is allowed in, the entire city might face disaster.

Cholera is no joke.

Due to the epidemic outbreak, King Yu’s army was somewhat affected. They stationed themselves in the Lanzhou domain, afraid to advance an inch because they had not only the cities to conquer ahead but also tens of thousands of refugees blocking the way.

His elite soldiers, brave and fearless, feared no one, but this epidemic was the exception.

No one dared to challenge its authority. Wherever it went, everyone avoided it like the plague.

Zhou Yanlan didn’t respond to Han Yi, continuing straight ahead.

Indeed, this was the Prince’s place of heartache; it was understandable that he didn’t want to talk about it, so let’s speak of something that would make him happy.

Han Yi had a sudden idea and said, "I wonder how Miss Cheng is doing over there. We’ve only sent Leng Yi; isn’t that too few?

From the news Leng Qi sent back, it seems Zhuge Fang is acting somewhat wildly, declaring himself a local emperor within the city. According to information from the secret compartment, he’s secretly amassing troops, with quite the ambition.

If Miss Cheng falls into their hands, it won’t end well."

When Han Yi finished speaking, Zhou Yanlan’s steps faltered.

Han Yi inwardly muttered, look, look! No reaction when talking about losing his home, but mentioned Miss Cheng, and he starts to care.

With Leng Yi’s skills, holding off a hundred is not a problem, but two fists may not fend off four hands. If Zhuge Fang has indeed secretly trained tens of thousands of troops, escaping won’t be easy.

Zhou Yanlan calculated the time; the returned message shouldn’t take more than two days, so he spoke, "Then let’s wait for the message to return in two days, and we’ll depart then."

Another two days?

Isn’t the Prince worried?

Returning to the base camp now might not be as good as following Miss Cheng’s route directly. Although he didn’t know why Miss Cheng rejected their proposal last time.

But it’s worth another try!

Perhaps Miss Cheng doesn’t know their Prince well enough yet, but spending more time together will naturally make things fall into place.

With such a good opportunity, isn’t it better to personally bring Miss Cheng back to their base camp?

Alas! It seems the Prince hasn’t figured it out yet.

He must put in more effort.

So he suggested, "Prince, why don’t we take a detour and leave with Miss Cheng? After all, the distance from here to the base camp is quite far. Miss Cheng has been drifting along the way, surely having a hard time. Now the entire Tianqi isn’t peaceful, with refugees along the way, along with plenty of bandits, robbers, and corrupt officials.

Miss Cheng, well-prepared financially, has a high chance of being robbed. With epidemics rampant and disasters constantly occurring, she, a young village girl, faces the dangers of human nature and the ever-present crises, appearing so helpless and pitiful."

Just as Han Yi was in the middle of his passionate speech, Zhou Yanlan’s cold gaze swept over, scaring him into immediate silence, not daring to say another word.

After saying so much, did the Prince even listen?

Miss Cheng is already so pitiful; having formed a connection, they should be lending a hand! Why didn’t the Prince acknowledge it at all?

Watching as the silhouette gradually faded away, Han Yi could only carry his gloomy thoughts and quickly catch up.