PFC Chapter 146 Seeking Justice! Splattering those powerful and wealthy... a face full of blood!
Chapter 146 Seeking Justice! Splattering those powerful and wealthy... a face full of blood!
"teacher!"
Fusu quickly stepped forward and caught Zhang Fan as he slumped down, asking with concern:
"Teacher, what's wrong?"
Mo Feng, who was standing to the side, immediately stepped forward to give instructions:
"Capture Han Zhen and the rest of them and keep them under surveillance!"
"Take a headcount for the casualties and treat the wounded!"
"This area is sealed off; no one is allowed to leave!"
"I'm fine..."
Zhang Fan steadied himself with Fu Su's help, his voice hoarse.
"...I just feel a little uneasy."
He raised his eyes, looked past Fusu, and gazed behind him.
There.
There was a team of fewer than two hundred people standing there.
Their armor was stained with blood, they were all wounded, their expressions were weary and sorrowful, but they still stood straight.
Zhang Fan knew that, in the past, the army suffered more than half of its casualties.
The soldiers will most likely scatter!
Yet, they fought their way here, reducing eight hundred men to less than two hundred, but not one of them retreated or fled.
Looking at those young faces, Zhang Fan's eyes welled up with tears.
A sergeant covered in blood noticed Zhang Fan's gaze.
He straightened his chest and roared with all his might:
"The wind howls, the Yi River is cold; the brave warrior departs, never to return!"
One person shouts, and a hundred respond!
"The wind howls, the Yi River is cold, the hero departs, never to return!!!"
The roar echoed through the street.
This was not to face death, but to declare that they had followed the immortal master and had disregarded life and death.
Zhang Fan looked at them, at these Qin people.
His weariness and confusion disappeared, replaced by renewed determination and hope.
at this time.
The eastern sky was turning white, and a ray of light illuminated the earth.
Zhang Fan's lips curled into a bitter smile as he turned to look east and slowly said:
"Where there is oppression, there will be resistance..."
These words made Fusu's body tremble.
Zhang Fan paused for a moment, his voice not loud, but loud enough for everyone around him to hear:
"Though it is insignificant!"
"But... a single spark can start a prairie fire!"
Fusu stared at Zhang Fan in shock; these two sentences had shaken him to his core.
The surviving Qin soldiers were also stunned!
They looked at Zhang Fan, not fully understanding the deeper meaning, but felt a surge of excitement.
Under everyone's gaze, Zhang Fan turned to Fusu, his expression returning to calm:
"Fusu, the follow-up matters in Shangdang County are now in your hands!"
"All the evidence, the files, and the criminals!"
"I will personally escort them; they will depart immediately for Xianyang!"
"I demand to see His Majesty...to thoroughly investigate this matter!"
"But we haven't found out yet..." Fusu tried to stop him, but Zhang Fan interrupted him.
His eyes burned with intense heat as he spoke slowly.
"No need to investigate further!"
"This trip is solely for... to seek justice!"
"Splattering blood all over the faces of those powerful and wealthy!"
After he finished speaking, there was complete silence!
Fusu looked at Zhang Fan.
The phrase "splattering blood all over the faces of those powerful and wealthy" shook him to his core.
I saw determination and anger in Zhang Fan's eyes!
It's as if they want to change the injustices of the world!
Fusu didn't utter the words of dissuasion that were on the tip of his tongue.
This trip is not for a promotion!
It's not to present evidence of guilt!
Instead, we should confront the culprits and challenge that complex network of relationships!
"Teacher! I understand!"
Fusu took a deep breath, no longer hesitated, and bowed to Zhang Fan.
"Teacher, please go without worry!"
"I will handle everything in Shangdang County so you won't have any worries!"
Without asking any further questions, he immediately turned around and began arranging manpower, preparing vehicles, and checking the case files.
Not far away.
Mi Yueyao saw all of this, shook her head, and smiled.
This Zhang Fan does things unconventionally.
Is this a move to directly confront those important figures?
But are they easy to deal with?
Dynasties may come and go, but those powerful families will always remain!
Since the Shang and Zhou dynasties, the seven states have been in turmoil, with rulers changing frequently!
But those aristocratic families that have been passed down for hundreds of years still exist!
They formed a vast network of relationships through marriage alliances, recommendations, and connections with their students and friends!
Their power has already influenced many parts of the dynasty and can even sway the decisions of the court.
Feng Jing is just an insignificant person in this network of relationships!
Killing him might shake the network, but breaking it is virtually impossible.
unless……
Mi Yueyao's gaze turned towards Xianyang!
Perhaps only that ruthless emperor has the ability to cooperate with Zhang Fan to complete this adventure.
"But this time... I guess I made the right bet!" she muttered to herself.
If Zhang Fan didn't have such determination, how could he have provoked Crown Prince Fusu to take action?
I chose to stand on his side!
It seems like a good move so far.
She snapped out of her thoughts, turned around to leave with her people, but suddenly remembered something.
"Wait," she called to one of her men.
"My lord, what are your orders?"
Mi Yueyao glanced at the crowd being watched in the distance and said:
"Go, take those two people still kneeling in Ji Honglou—"
"Send those two纨绔子弟 (spoiled brats) Han Kou and Wei Shan to the Immortal Master as well!"
Some of his subordinates were puzzled:
"My lord, these two..."
"It's an eyesore!"
Mi Yueyao waved her hand and continued,
"Since the Immortal Master intends to escort criminals to Xianyang, a couple more won't make a difference!"
"It also saves me from getting my place dirty!"
"yes!"
The subordinate immediately obeyed and left.
These two people are useless!
Handing them over to Zhang Fan was both doing him a favor and getting rid of this trouble!
No matter how Zhang Fan handles it, it's none of her business anymore.
Having done all this, Mi Yueyao left without lingering, leading her troops away and disappearing into the morning light.
……
Under the command of Fusu and Mofeng, the battlefield was quickly cleared.
The criminals were bound, the wounded were carried away, and the bodies of the fallen soldiers were collected.
The noise subsided.
Only Zhang Fan and his team of less than two hundred people remained, standing in the rising sun.
The bloodstains on their bodies were very noticeable, and each of them looked tired and sad!
But their eyes were filled with hope because of Zhang Fan's words.
Zhang Fan turned around and raised the Ding Qin Sword in his hand.
The bloodstains on the sword had dried, but they still reflected a bloody sheen in the sunlight.
His gaze swept over everyone, and he said in a steady voice:
"Brothers!"
"We have won this battle!"
"I, Zhang Fan, hereby guarantee this!"
"I will personally report your contributions to His Majesty!"
"The deserved rewards will not be lacking in the slightest!"
"And those brothers who died fighting for us, for the people of Changzi County, for justice..."
His voice paused for a moment, then choked with emotion.
"...They are not nobody!"
"When I return from Xianyang, I will personally select a site to erect a monument and build a tomb for them!"
"Let their names be remembered by the descendants of Shangdang County!"
The words fell.
The more than one hundred soldiers could no longer contain their emotions.
"Thump!"
It's unclear who was the first to kneel down, but then everyone else did too.
Even the injured Wang Hu knelt on one knee, placed his right hand on his chest, and gave Zhang Fan a grand military salute.
They didn't shout; many just wept and bowed their heads.
They want rewards!
But what moved them even more was Zhang Fan's words, "Let's build a monument and a tomb for them."
In this era, being remembered and having a place to rest in peace is the highest respect for soldiers who died in battle.
Zhang Fan not only led them to victory, but also gave them dignity.