Chapter 272: 272
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Zhang Wuji turned around and dismounted his horse. He cast a glance toward that young gentleman; he noticed his facial features are delicate and exceptionally handsome. His dark eyes accentuated his white face, they were shining brightly. The folding fan in his hand had a white jade handle; the hand which waved the fan was as white as the fan handle. But everybody's attention was caught by that young gentleman's waist. They saw a golden hook, bound by a belt inlaid with precious stones; on this hook a long sword was hung. On the hilt of the sword was carved 'yi tian' two 'zhuan wen' characters [script character normally used on official seal]. The length and the shape of this sword were exactly like the one Mie Jue Shitai used to slaughter the Ming Cult people and the one Zhou Zhiruo used to stab Zhang Wuji that he almost died earlier.
The Ming Cult people were startled; as Zhou Dian was about to open his mouth to inquire when they heard from the east of the main road a disorder noise of hoof beats, a group of riders in a chaotic manner approached. They were a group of approximately fifty, sixty of Yuan soldiers, dragging along over a hundred women tied in ropes. These women were mostly small in stature; how could they follow the horses? Some of them fell down to the ground, but the soldiers kept pulling the rope so that the women were dragged on the ground. All women were Han people; obviously they were common people who were held captive by the Yuan soldiers. Most of their clothes had been ripped apart; some were almost naked. They were crying and weeping; creating an extremely heart-wrenching noise. Some of the soldiers had wine bottles in their hands; it seemed like they were drunk. Some wielded whips and struck the women. These Mongolian soldiers spent most of their lives on the horseback, so their skill in using whip was excellent. Once the whip was lashed, a piece of the women's clothing was gone amidst the cheering and laughing of the soldiers.
The Mongolians had invaded China for almost a hundred years; they regarded the Han people lower than animals, only this kind of wantonly obscene and oppressive insult in broad daylight was actually extremely rare. The Ming Cult people's eyes narrowed into slits; they were waiting for Zhang Wuji to issue an order and they would charge to kill the soldiers and rescue the women. Suddenly that young gentleman said, "Wu Liupo, tell them to release these women and stop deliberately making such trouble!" His voice was clear and tender, sounded like a female's voice.
"Yes!" one of the men replied. He loosened one of the yellow horses tied on the willow tree, leaped up and landed on the horseback. He galloped forward while shouting, "Hey, you deliberately create trouble in broad daylight. Don't you have a superior to control you? Quickly release these women!"
From among the Yuan soldiers one rider that looked like an officer came out. A young girl in his arm, his slanting eyes bleary, he laughed and said, "You are really impatient to die, sticking your nose into your master's business!"
That man coldly said, "You are officers and soldiers, yet you act like bandits and robbers, without any compassion toward common people. Just do as I say!"
The officer sized up the people underneath the willow trees; he was slightly surprised at the audacity of this man. He mused in his heart that when commoners see soldiers, they usually would try to avoid them while they are still far away; could it be that these people had eaten a leopard's gallbladder and a tiger's heart that they dare to mess up the soldiers' business? Sweeping his gaze he saw the young gentleman's hat was inlaid with two shining bright, longan fruit size pearls. His greed arose; he smiled broadly and said, "Rabbit master ['tu er xiang gong' – 'rabbit-like mister', I don't know how to translate this properly], come and follow your master! You will enjoy a lot of happiness!" Pressing his leg he urged his mount toward that young gentleman.
That young gentleman was initially indifferent; he did not show any anger looking at the Yuan soldiers' atrocity. Yet as he heard this officer's rudeness his handsome eyebrows slightly creased, he said, "Don't let a single one of them live."
As the word 'live' left his mouth, a 'swish' sound was heard, a feathered arrow shot out, creating a hole in the officer's chest. The arrow was released by a man standing next to the gentleman. His shooting technique was not only fast, but very strong as well; not in the least bit inferior to an expert of the Wulin world. How could a common hunter have this kind of ability?
'Swish, swish, swish!' Arrow after arrow was shot; all eight hunters shot with great accuracy, not a single arrow missed its target, one arrow killed one Yuan soldier. Although this attack took the soldiers by surprise, they were all skilled in horseback riding and archery; with loud shouts they returned the attack by shooting arrows. The other seven hunters also mounted their horses and charged forward. Arrow after arrow, in a short moment they had killed about thirty Yuan soldiers. The rest of the soldiers understood their precarious situation; they whistled to each other, threw the women away, turned their horses around and ran away.
The eight hunters pressed their legs and their horses pursued with lightning speed. Eight arrows were shot and eight Yuan soldiers dropped down to the ground, dead. After about a 'li' the Mongolian soldiers were completely annihilated.
The young gentleman led his horse away, mounted it, and without turning his head he galloped away. It seemed like for him, giving order to kill more than fifty Mongolian soldiers was as ordinary as eating his rice; he did not even give it the slightest thought.
"Hey, hey!" Zhou Dian called out, "Wait! I want to ask you something!" The young gentleman did not pay him any attention; in a moment he and his eight hunters had gone far.
If Zhang Wuji, Wei Yixiao and the others really want to ask that young gentleman a question, they could use their 'qing gong' [lightness kungfu] and overtake the speeding horses; but after witnessing those eight hunters' divine archery skill to annihilate the enemy they were impressed with their chivalry, their hearts were full of admiration, hence they felt it was inappropriate to press and offend those people. Everybody started to talk at once, but nobody knew these nine people's origin.
Yang Xiao said, "That young gentleman is obviously a female wearing male clothes. Those eight men dressed as hunters were very respectful toward her. Their archery skill was divinely marvelous, but it did not look like archery skill of the people of the Central Plains."
By this time Yang Buhui and the Thick Earth Flag members were busy consoling the women. It turned out that they were taken captive from the neighboring villages and small towns. Thereupon the Ming Cult people searched the Yuan soldiers' corpses and took any gold, silver and other valuables, and distributed it to the women and sent them home.
For the next several days the topic of discussion among the Ming Cult people was the nine people whose arrows obliterated the Yuan soldiers. They regretted the fact that they were unable to befriend those people. To Yang Xiao Zhou Dian said, "Yang Xiong [brother Yang], your daughter can be considered a beautiful woman, but I am afraid she falls short compared to that young lady dressed as a man."
"Right, right!" Yang Xiao replied, "If they were willing to join our Cult, those eight hunters' position would be above the Five Wanderers."
"Your mother's stinky fart! [this is one of those 'weird-to-english-speakers'-ears' stuff]" Zhou Dian was angry, "What's so special about horse-riding skill? Just call them to have a contest with Zhou Dian."
Yang Xiao hesitated a moment before replying, "Compared to Zhou Xiong [brother Zhou] they are slightly inferior, but talking about martial art skill, I think they are half a notch higher than Leng Qian Xiong [brother Leng Qian]."
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Zhang Wuji turned around and dismounted his horse. He cast a glance toward that young gentleman; he noticed his facial features are delicate and exceptionally handsome. His dark eyes accentuated his white face, they were shining brightly. The folding fan in his hand had a white jade handle; the hand which waved the fan was as white as the fan handle. But everybody's attention was caught by that young gentleman's waist. They saw a golden hook, bound by a belt inlaid with precious stones; on this hook a long sword was hung. On the hilt of the sword was carved 'yi tian' two 'zhuan wen' characters [script character normally used on official seal]. The length and the shape of this sword were exactly like the one Mie Jue Shitai used to slaughter the Ming Cult people and the one Zhou Zhiruo used to stab Zhang Wuji that he almost died earlier.
The Ming Cult people were startled; as Zhou Dian was about to open his mouth to inquire when they heard from the east of the main road a disorder noise of hoof beats, a group of riders in a chaotic manner approached. They were a group of approximately fifty, sixty of Yuan soldiers, dragging along over a hundred women tied in ropes. These women were mostly small in stature; how could they follow the horses? Some of them fell down to the ground, but the soldiers kept pulling the rope so that the women were dragged on the ground. All women were Han people; obviously they were common people who were held captive by the Yuan soldiers. Most of their clothes had been ripped apart; some were almost naked. They were crying and weeping; creating an extremely heart-wrenching noise. Some of the soldiers had wine bottles in their hands; it seemed like they were drunk. Some wielded whips and struck the women. These Mongolian soldiers spent most of their lives on the horseback, so their skill in using whip was excellent. Once the whip was lashed, a piece of the women's clothing was gone amidst the cheering and laughing of the soldiers.
The Mongolians had invaded China for almost a hundred years; they regarded the Han people lower than animals, only this kind of wantonly obscene and oppressive insult in broad daylight was actually extremely rare. The Ming Cult people's eyes narrowed into slits; they were waiting for Zhang Wuji to issue an order and they would charge to kill the soldiers and rescue the women. Suddenly that young gentleman said, "Wu Liupo, tell them to release these women and stop deliberately making such trouble!" His voice was clear and tender, sounded like a female's voice.
"Yes!" one of the men replied. He loosened one of the yellow horses tied on the willow tree, leaped up and landed on the horseback. He galloped forward while shouting, "Hey, you deliberately create trouble in broad daylight. Don't you have a superior to control you? Quickly release these women!"
From among the Yuan soldiers one rider that looked like an officer came out. A young girl in his arm, his slanting eyes bleary, he laughed and said, "You are really impatient to die, sticking your nose into your master's business!"
That man coldly said, "You are officers and soldiers, yet you act like bandits and robbers, without any compassion toward common people. Just do as I say!"
The officer sized up the people underneath the willow trees; he was slightly surprised at the audacity of this man. He mused in his heart that when commoners see soldiers, they usually would try to avoid them while they are still far away; could it be that these people had eaten a leopard's gallbladder and a tiger's heart that they dare to mess up the soldiers' business? Sweeping his gaze he saw the young gentleman's hat was inlaid with two shining bright, longan fruit size pearls. His greed arose; he smiled broadly and said, "Rabbit master ['tu er xiang gong' – 'rabbit-like mister', I don't know how to translate this properly], come and follow your master! You will enjoy a lot of happiness!" Pressing his leg he urged his mount toward that young gentleman.
That young gentleman was initially indifferent; he did not show any anger looking at the Yuan soldiers' atrocity. Yet as he heard this officer's rudeness his handsome eyebrows slightly creased, he said, "Don't let a single one of them live."
As the word 'live' left his mouth, a 'swish' sound was heard, a feathered arrow shot out, creating a hole in the officer's chest. The arrow was released by a man standing next to the gentleman. His shooting technique was not only fast, but very strong as well; not in the least bit inferior to an expert of the Wulin world. How could a common hunter have this kind of ability?
'Swish, swish, swish!' Arrow after arrow was shot; all eight hunters shot with great accuracy, not a single arrow missed its target, one arrow killed one Yuan soldier. Although this attack took the soldiers by surprise, they were all skilled in horseback riding and archery; with loud shouts they returned the attack by shooting arrows. The other seven hunters also mounted their horses and charged forward. Arrow after arrow, in a short moment they had killed about thirty Yuan soldiers. The rest of the soldiers understood their precarious situation; they whistled to each other, threw the women away, turned their horses around and ran away.
The eight hunters pressed their legs and their horses pursued with lightning speed. Eight arrows were shot and eight Yuan soldiers dropped down to the ground, dead. After about a 'li' the Mongolian soldiers were completely annihilated.
The young gentleman led his horse away, mounted it, and without turning his head he galloped away. It seemed like for him, giving order to kill more than fifty Mongolian soldiers was as ordinary as eating his rice; he did not even give it the slightest thought.
"Hey, hey!" Zhou Dian called out, "Wait! I want to ask you something!" The young gentleman did not pay him any attention; in a moment he and his eight hunters had gone far.
If Zhang Wuji, Wei Yixiao and the others really want to ask that young gentleman a question, they could use their 'qing gong' [lightness kungfu] and overtake the speeding horses; but after witnessing those eight hunters' divine archery skill to annihilate the enemy they were impressed with their chivalry, their hearts were full of admiration, hence they felt it was inappropriate to press and offend those people. Everybody started to talk at once, but nobody knew these nine people's origin.
Yang Xiao said, "That young gentleman is obviously a female wearing male clothes. Those eight men dressed as hunters were very respectful toward her. Their archery skill was divinely marvelous, but it did not look like archery skill of the people of the Central Plains."
By this time Yang Buhui and the Thick Earth Flag members were busy consoling the women. It turned out that they were taken captive from the neighboring villages and small towns. Thereupon the Ming Cult people searched the Yuan soldiers' corpses and took any gold, silver and other valuables, and distributed it to the women and sent them home.
For the next several days the topic of discussion among the Ming Cult people was the nine people whose arrows obliterated the Yuan soldiers. They regretted the fact that they were unable to befriend those people. To Yang Xiao Zhou Dian said, "Yang Xiong [brother Yang], your daughter can be considered a beautiful woman, but I am afraid she falls short compared to that young lady dressed as a man."
"Right, right!" Yang Xiao replied, "If they were willing to join our Cult, those eight hunters' position would be above the Five Wanderers."
"Your mother's stinky fart! [this is one of those 'weird-to-english-speakers'-ears' stuff]" Zhou Dian was angry, "What's so special about horse-riding skill? Just call them to have a contest with Zhou Dian."
Yang Xiao hesitated a moment before replying, "Compared to Zhou Xiong [brother Zhou] they are slightly inferior, but talking about martial art skill, I think they are half a notch higher than Leng Qian Xiong [brother Leng Qian]."
Zhang Wuji turned around and dismounted his horse. He cast a glance toward that young gentleman; he noticed his facial features are delicate and exceptionally handsome. His dark eyes accentuated his white face, they were shining brightly. The folding fan in his hand had a white jade handle; the hand which waved the fan was as white as the fan handle. But everybody's attention was caught by that young gentleman's waist. They saw a golden hook, bound by a belt inlaid with precious stones; on this hook a long sword was hung. On the hilt of the sword was carved 'yi tian' two 'zhuan wen' characters script character normally used on official seal. The length and the shape of this sword were exactly like the one Mie Jue Shitai used to slaughter the Ming Cult people and the one Zhou Zhiruo used to stab Zhang Wuji that he almost died earlier.The Ming Cult people were startled; as Zhou Dian was about to open his mouth to inquire when they heard from the east of the main road a disorder noise of hoof beats, a group of riders in a chaotic manner approached. They were a group of approximately fifty, sixty of Yuan soldiers, dragging along over a hundred women tied in ropes. These women were mostly small in stature; how could they follow the horses? Some of them fell down to the ground, but the soldiers kept pulling the rope so that the women were dragged on the ground. All women were Han people; obviously they were common people who were held captive by the Yuan soldiers. Most of their clothes had been ripped apart; some were almost naked. They were crying and weeping; creating an extremely heart-wrenching noise. Some of the soldiers had wine bottles in their hands; it seemed like they were drunk. Some wielded whips and struck the women. These Mongolian soldiers spent most of their lives on the horseback, so their skill in using whip was excellent. Once the whip was lashed, a piece of the women's clothing was gone amidst the cheering and laughing of the soldiers.The Mongolians had invaded China for almost a hundred years; they regarded the Han people lower than animals, only this kind of wantonly obscene and oppressive insult in broad daylight was actually extremely rare. The Ming Cult people's eyes narrowed into slits; they were waiting for Zhang Wuji to issue an order and they would charge to kill the soldiers and rescue the women. Suddenly that young gentleman said, "Wu Liupo, tell them to release these women and stop deliberately making such trouble!" His voice was clear and tender, sounded like a female's voice."Yes!" one of the men replied. He loosened one of the yellow horses tied on the willow tree, leaped up and landed on the horseback. He galloped forward while shouting, "Hey, you deliberately create trouble in broad daylight. Don't you have a superior to control you? Quickly release these women!"From among the Yuan soldiers one rider that looked like an officer came out. A young girl in his arm, his slanting eyes bleary, he laughed and said, "You are really impatient to die, sticking your nose into your master's business!"That man coldly said, "You are officers and soldiers, yet you act like bandits and robbers, without any compassion toward common people. Just do as I say!"The officer sized up the people underneath the willow trees; he was slightly surprised at the audacity of this man. He mused in his heart that when commoners see soldiers, they usually would try to avoid them while they are still far away; could it be that these people had eaten a leopard's gallbladder and a tiger's heart that they dare to mess up the soldiers' business? Sweeping his gaze he saw the young gentleman's hat was inlaid with two shining bright, longan fruit size pearls. His greed arose; he smiled broadly and said, "Rabbit master 'tu er xiang gong' 'rabbit-like mister', I don't know how to translate this properly, come and follow your master! You will enjoy a lot of happiness!" Pressing his leg he urged his mount toward that young gentleman.That young gentleman was initially indifferent; he did not show any anger looking at the Yuan soldiers' atrocity. Yet as he heard this officer's rudeness his handsome eyebrows slightly creased, he said, "Don't let a single one of them live."As the word 'live' left his mouth, a 'swish' sound was heard, a feathered arrow shot out, creating a hole in the officer's chest. The arrow was released by a man standing next to the gentleman. His shooting technique was not only fast, but very strong as well; not in the least bit inferior to an expert of the Wulin world. How could a common hunter have this kind of ability?'Swish, swish, swish!' Arrow after arrow was shot; all eight hunters shot with great accuracy, not a single arrow missed its target, one arrow killed one Yuan soldier. Although this attack took the soldiers by surprise, they were all skilled in horseback riding and archery; with loud shouts they returned the attack by shooting arrows. The other seven hunters also mounted their horses and charged forward. Arrow after arrow, in a short moment they had killed about thirty Yuan soldiers. The rest of the soldiers understood their precarious situation; they whistled to each other, threw the women away, turned their horses around and ran away.The eight hunters pressed their legs and their horses pursued with lightning speed. Eight arrows were shot and eight Yuan soldiers dropped down to the ground, dead. After about a 'li' the Mongolian soldiers were completely annihilated.The young gentleman led his horse away, mounted it, and without turning his head he galloped away. It seemed like for him, giving order to kill more than fifty Mongolian soldiers was as ordinary as eating his rice; he did not even give it the slightest thought."Hey, hey!" Zhou Dian called out, "Wait! I want to ask you something!" The young gentleman did not pay him any attention; in a moment he and his eight hunters had gone far.If Zhang Wuji, Wei Yixiao and the others really want to ask that young gentleman a question, they could use their 'qing gong' lightness kungfu and overtake the speeding horses; but after witnessing those eight hunters' divine archery skill to annihilate the enemy they were impressed with their chivalry, their hearts were full of admiration, hence they felt it was inappropriate to press and offend those people. Everybody started to talk at once, but nobody knew these nine people's origin.Yang Xiao said, "That young gentleman is obviously a female wearing male clothes. Those eight men dressed as hunters were very respectful toward her. Their archery skill was divinely marvelous, but it did not look like archery skill of the people of the Central Plains."By this time Yang Buhui and the Thick Earth Flag members were busy consoling the women. It turned out that they were taken captive from the neighboring villages and small towns. Thereupon the Ming Cult people searched the Yuan soldiers' corpses and took any gold, silver and other valuables, and distributed it to the women and sent them home.For the next several days the topic of discussion among the Ming Cult people was the nine people whose arrows obliterated the Yuan soldiers. They regretted the fact that they were unable to befriend those people. To Yang Xiao Zhou Dian said, "Yang Xiong brother Yang, your daughter can be considered a beautiful woman, but I am afraid she falls short compared to that young lady dressed as a man.""Right, right!" Yang Xiao replied, "If they were willing to join our Cult, those eight hunters' position would be above the Five Wanderers.""Your mother's stinky fart! this is one of those 'weird-to-english-speakers'-ears' stuff" Zhou Dian was angry, "What's so special about horse-riding skill? Just call them to have a contest with Zhou Dian."Yang Xiao hesitated a moment before replying, "Compared to Zhou Xiong brother Zhou they are slightly inferior, but talking about martial art skill, I think they are half a notch higher than Leng Qian Xiong brother Leng Qian."
