Chapter 72

Qin Feng was just about to continue setting fire when someone arrived.

"Heshan, it turns out it was you setting the fire, you traitor!" Bu Ji was furious, and with a wave of his hand, he ordered Qin Feng to be killed.

Qin Feng looked up and said, "Hold on!"

Bu Ji was taken aback and asked, "What do you have to say?"

Qin Feng teased, "Let me set this tent on fire first."

"Ah?" Bu Ji was enraged, trembling with anger, and his horse stumbled. Then, memories flashed through his mind, and he immediately understood, saying, "You traitor, you deceived me with sweet talk! You traitor, how did I not see through you before!"

Qin Feng laughed and set the tent on fire, saying, "You second-rate guy, if you can't see through me, what kind of life would I have!"

"Ah!" Bu Ji almost fainted. He had killed countless people and used torture, and no one had ever deceived him. He never thought that after a lifetime of playing with eagles, he would be pecked blind. He looked around at his soldiers and shouted, "What are you waiting for? Capture, no, kill Heshan, kill him!"

Bu Ji brought two hundred Yellow Turban thugs. Seeing that Qin Feng's side had far fewer people, they charged forward with their large knives, full of arrogance.

Qin Feng's face turned cold, and he drew his sword, "These are all Bu Ji's evil minions, they deserve to die, kill them without mercy!"

His fifty Dragon Guards, though few in number, were all brave warriors who could take on a hundred men each. Hearing their lord's order, they did not hesitate. Captain Zhang Ping drew his sword first and charged forward.

Thud, thud, thud, thud... In the first clash, the Dragon Guards suffered no losses and killed over a hundred of the enemy.

Qin Feng held a sword in his right hand and a torch in his left. With a clang, he deflected Bu Ji's large knife, leaped up, and smashed the torch into Bu Ji's face, "You Yellow Turban spy, how many innocent people have died at your hands? It's people like you who have led the Yellow Turbans down the wrong path, turning the Yellow Turban rebels into Yellow Turban bandits!"

Puff, sparks flew. Bu Ji's face was like a city wall splashed with molten iron, but it couldn't withstand the fire.

"Ugh!" Bu Ji was knocked off his horse.

"Give me your life!" Qin Feng's sword flashed like a ribbon, and he swung it down.

Clang.

Bu Ji, who had some skill, caught Qin Feng's sword and shouted, "Who are you?"

Qin Feng sneered, "I am Qin Zijin, the leader of the Righteous Army and the Vanguard Camp!"

"Ahh!" Bu Ji, who was kneeling and holding the sword, trembled, "You are really Qin Zijin, too despicable, too shameless, you really have the heart to kill Cao Cao and Yuan Shao!"

"If I didn't, how could I deceive you, traitor? Give me your life!" Qin Feng kicked Bu Ji to the ground and, with a swift movement, slit his throat.

"Cough, cough..." Bu Ji, with one hand on his throat and the other pointing at Qin Feng, had spent his life as a Yellow Turban spy, establishing bases and torturing people. He thought no one could escape his eyes, but he had made his first mistake and paid with his life, "Too... despicable... too... cunning... ugh."

The "Chief Spy" of the Yellow Turbans, Bu Ji, died by Qin Feng's sword. To die by the sword of the great Emperor Hongwu was a blessing from a past life.

At this moment, the Dragon Guards had killed over a hundred Yellow Turban thugs, and the remaining few fled in terror.

Suddenly, a loud battle cry came from the distance, and the ground rumbled. Qin Feng looked up and knew that Huangfu Song's night raid army had arrived. The fire was raging, and in the flames, it was impossible to tell directions. Yellow Turban soldiers were seen fleeing in all directions.

Qin Feng's heart sank. He feared that his wife might be in danger amidst the chaos and hurried to the women's camp with his Dragon Guards.

Ten minutes later.

Qin Feng arrived at the women's camp and immediately grabbed a girl who was running by.

"Run, run!" The girl was quite pretty, with fair skin and a good figure, but she was pale, disheveled, and trembling.

"Where is your General Chu? Where is General Chu Feiyu?" Qin Feng shouted.

"Run, the camp is on fire! Run!" The girl was already in a state of mental breakdown, just screaming.

At this moment, a voice came from the camp, "General Chu orders everyone to gather in front of the main tent, do not wander around, do not panic!"

When Qin Feng let go of the girl, she collapsed to the ground, and water suddenly appeared under her.

The women's camp was also engulfed in flames. The tents were burning, and the dry grass underfoot was on fire. If one was not careful, the flames would engulf them, leading to a tragic end.

"Save me!"

"Help!" In the flames, many slender, curvaceous figures struggled and fell, becoming piles of charcoal. Many female soldiers were seen sitting on the ground, hugging their heads and crying.

Qin Feng was extremely anxious and led his Dragon Guards to the main tent. There, he saw a woman in silver armor, holding a spear in her right hand and a sword in her left, standing tall. Around her, many women were running, but only a dozen or so could still stand.

This woman was none other than Chu Feiyu.

Seeing that she was unharmed, Qin Feng was overjoyed.

"Do not panic, quickly go and save your sisters..." Chu Feiyu was calm but could not hide the panic in her eyes. Suddenly, she saw a figure approaching, and her face turned red with joy as she greeted, "Husband!"

Qin Feng had only one goal: to take his wife away from the burning camp. The sound of battle was heard nearby, indicating that the imperial army was taking advantage of the fire to attack the Yellow Turbans. Therefore, Qin Feng did not have time to explain, grabbed his wife's hand, and said urgently, "Feiyu, quickly come with me!"

"Husband, my brother, and the leader!"

"We can't worry about them now!" This was Qin Feng's true feeling. He tore off his Yellow Turban and pulled Chu Feiyu away.

The Dragon Guards also removed their Yellow Turbans.

At this moment, a rider suddenly emerged from the flames, a large, hot knife in hand, charging straight at Qin Feng. As the rider approached, he roared and swung his knife at Qin Feng's right arm, which was holding Chu Feiyu, "Qin Zijin, let go of my sister!"

The knife cut fiercely, and Qin Feng instinctively let go, creating a barrier between him and Chu Feiyu.

"Zhang Yan!" Qin Feng's heart sank, and he quickly said, "Brother-in-law, you came just in time, quickly help me take Feiyu away!"

But Zhang Yan was furious, "Qin Zijin, you butcher of the imperial army, you deceived the leader and my sister, give me your life!" Zhang Yan, on his horse, swung his large knife, a white ribbon of light heading for Qin Feng's head.

Damn! It must be because of killing Bu Ji! Qin Feng cursed inwardly and leaped back. There was a loud clang as the knife hit the ground, sparks flying.

As Zhang Yan continued his attack, a loud cry came from the distance, "Killing Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang is the greatest merit, Second Brother, Third Brother!"

Zhang Yan looked up and saw the flickering figures of the imperial army approaching. Therefore, he did not have time to kill Qin Feng and jumped off his horse to pull his sister, "Feiyu, run!"

Suddenly, a group of Yellow Turbans arrived, and Zhang Yan was overjoyed, shouting, "General Bo Cai, Qin Zijin is here, kill him!"

"Who is Qin Zijin?"

"He is the imperial dog leading the Vanguard Camp!"

Bo Cai, upon hearing this, looked at Qin Feng and realized who he was, his face twisted with a grin, and he raised his arm, shouting, "This is the man, who colluded with Cao Cao and Yuan Shao, he is Qin Feng of the Vanguard Camp, kill him!"

"Protect the lord!" Zhang Ping shouted, leading the Dragon Guards to charge forward.

"Feiyu!" Qin Feng ignored everything else.

"Husband!" Chu Feiyu reached out to Qin Feng but was pulled back by Zhang Yan, who shouted, "He is not your husband, sister, don't you understand? He is not Heshan, he is Qin Zijin of the imperial army, the Vanguard Camp, a lackey of the imperial army, a butcher of the people, a killer of ten thousand Yellow Turbans!"

"What!" Like a bolt of lightning, Chu Feiyu was stunned, tears streaming down her face.

Qin Feng looked into her heart-breaking eyes, his mind in chaos. He rushed to Chu Feiyu and said, "Feiyu, whether I am Heshan or Qin Feng, I am just your husband, and you are my wife." His eyes were moist, and he said emotionally, "Feiyu, I will make up for the mistakes of my past life, please don't... please don't let me lose you in this life..."

Puff, Zhang Yan kicked Qin Feng, who was unprepared, flying away, and shouted to his sister, "Feiyu, don't listen to his sweet talk, he is a butcher of the imperial army, a killer of the people, don't listen to him, run, run with your brother!"

Suddenly, Chu Feiyu broke free from Zhang Yan's grip and ran to Qin Feng, who was on the ground.

Qin Feng, on the ground, looked into her eyes, feeling immense joy. He knew that in this life, he would not lose his Feiyu. He vowed to spend his life protecting his wife. No matter life, old age, sickness, or death, no matter poverty or wealth, he would never leave her.

He reached out his hand to meet hers.

Chu Feiyu's eyes were filled with tears. No matter what happened, she knew that the person in front of her was her husband, the one she loved and would be with for life.

Nothing could separate them.

They were just a step away from holding hands, never to be separated.

But, a step away, yet worlds apart!

"Run!" Zhang Yan roared, running over and pulling his sister back again, shouting, "Xiaozhao, quickly take the young lady away, you few, help, take her away, take her away!"

Xiaozhao, terrified, and a dozen female soldiers, grabbed Chu Feiyu.

"Husband!" Chu Feiyu struggled, trying to grab Qin Feng's hand, which was not far away.

At this moment, time seemed to slow down in Qin Feng's eyes. He saw Chu Feiyu struggling and calling out to him, but she was being pulled further away by Xiaozhao and the others. "Cough, cough..." He coughed up blood, Zhang Yan's kick was too powerful.

At some point, the sound of the jade-like voice disappeared, leaving only Zhang Yan's angry roars. Qin Feng could no longer hear what was being shouted. He could not hear anything around him, only the deep pain piercing his heart.

"Feiyu..." Qin Feng, on one knee, pounded the hard ground with his fists, his shoulders trembling. In this life, he tasted the pain of separation, more so than death.

But his heart, in the midst of pain, became stronger. He vowed that in this life, no matter how difficult, he would find his love. No matter how dangerous, he would rebuild his empire. When he stood again in the grand hall, when he raised his scepter, he would look down upon his empire, protecting everything he held dear. Protecting his homeland, his people, his family...

He slowly stood up, firmly, and as he raised his head, he saw a sharp flash.

"Qin Zijin, give me your life!" Bo Cai, with a look of joy, realized that in this disastrous night, he would earn great merit by killing a general of the imperial army.

For Qin Feng, who had just recovered from his pain, there was no time to dodge. Looking at the blade that was about to strike, a smile appeared on his lips, "Is this life to end here...?" He was not afraid of death, but he would leave behind many regrets.