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Seeing the crime scene so badly damaged by human interference, Wang Jian couldn't help but frown. The so-called scene of the incident should ideally have minimal movement from unrelated individuals. It should remain as intact as possible to better investigate the clues left behind at the time of the incident. But now, it was a mess! Even the body was missing! Moving the body would require back and forth movement, which had almost destroyed all the small details that remained. Since you all have already examined the scene, what do you need me for!?
Wang Jian had a fiery temper; if it weren't for the Chancellor being present, he would have already started cursing. "My lord! This! This..."
Fan Ju naturally knew what Wang Jian wanted to say and waved his hand to dismiss the carriage. With only two people left at the scene, he explained, "When we arrived after hearing the news, this is how the scene looked; no one had touched anything in between."
Since it was like this, there was nothing more to be done! Wang Jian nodded and said nothing further. He took out a fire stick from his pocket and lit it. This special fire tool, contained within a bamboo tube, not only burned for a long time but also emitted a very bright light. Using this light source at night was clearly much better than the yellow light produced by a torch.
Investigating the scene required careful attention, so he signaled Fan Ju to wait in place. Wang Jian walked in alone with the fire stick raised, using its bright light to begin examining various areas. He corresponded with the positions of the already congealed bloodstains on the ground to reconstruct what had happened at that moment. This position should correspond to this action, while the shooter's position should be in front to the left. The last two remaining individuals... if he guessed correctly, they should be the leaders of two groups! And these two... should have been fighting each other with their swords!
Wang Jian stopped about three meters away from a crumbling wall to confirm the final location where the entire battle had concluded. Reaching this spot marked the end of the assassination plan. As he gradually restored the scene, a picture of hunting and counter-hunting unfolded before his eyes. From the size of the bloodstains, it could be inferred that most fatal injuries were caused by arrows, with a time of death around yesterday's morning hour. The number of deceased should be fifty-seven, with an enemy-to-ally ratio of approximately twenty-one to thirty-six. It seemed that regardless of whether they were attackers or defenders, all combatants involved had died on site!
The ambushers appeared quite formidable; they did not panic at all when suddenly attacked. They were able to quickly organize a defensive counterattack right away—impressive! In the end, they even managed to counterattack fiercely and severely injure the commander of the ambushers! Wang Jian stood up and gazed at a dirt house across from him, and suddenly that final scene flashed before his eyes...
In the early morning.
A guard unit consisting of thirty-five men appeared on a small hillside as they were escorting an important figure toward the capital. The centurion leading them raised his hand to signal everyone to stop upon seeing a small village not far down the slope. Although they often passed by this long-abandoned village, today felt particularly strange.
To ensure this important figure's safety, he decided to discreetly lead his team into the village for a check. Just as their horse team began moving again in an intermingled manner, this important figure took advantage of the moment to turn his horse around and retreat. If something seemed off, he could return to a nearby town close to the capital in no time at all. There were troops stationed there that would guarantee absolute safety upon arrival.
Just as the centurion sensed, something was indeed amiss in the village at that moment. Inside lay an ambush set by archers who were waiting at their respective sniper positions for prey to arrive. Growing increasingly impatient while waiting, they suddenly spotted a group of horsemen appearing on the flat hillside. Before they could celebrate their success, they noticed that this group of over thirty horsemen had inexplicably come to a halt.
Could they have been discovered!?
The hand gripping the Bowstring began to tremble slightly, and despite the sweat dripping from his forehead, he could not control the shaking of his hands. Just as he was contemplating a hasty retreat, he noticed the cavalry across from him slowly starting to move, which eased his anxious heart. As long as the target entered the encirclement, escaping would be nearly impossible!
As the first arrow flew toward the target, the battle officially commenced as expected. The Ambushers had the initiative, making for a good start. However, the cavalry that was under attack clearly had prepared for this, stabilizing their formation while their counterattacks grew increasingly fierce. Throughout this time, no one shouted for blood; only the sound of the Bowstring being pulled echoed intermittently. When the sound of bowstrings ceased, the brutal battle finally came to an end.
At this point, only one person remained in the ambush team, having already been struck by three Fleeting Arrows. This individual was hiding in a corner of a Small Two-Story Earth Wall without a roof, peering out through a broken window. After confirming that all thirty-five enemies had been shot down and that twenty of his own had fallen, he couldn't help but feel disheartened. Despite having the upper hand, this was the outcome! Sigh! Regardless, this could still be considered a completion of the Assassination Mission.
Looking down at where the Fleeting Arrows had struck his shoulder and abdomen, he couldn't help but smile bitterly and shake his head. The arrow in his shoulder was manageable, but the ones in his abdomen were nearly fatal. The only reason he was still alive was that he hadn't pulled out the arrows yet. After confirming there was no movement outside, he struggled to remove his empty quiver and discard it. Then he climbed down from the damaged rooftop and slowly made his way toward a crumbling wall across from him.
That position faced the sun and home; dying under its rays would be a great fortune in life.
His movements caused three wounds to open wider, with red liquid seeping out more profusely, leaving a trail of blood behind him. Gritting his teeth and persevering, he drew closer to his final dream of life when suddenly he heard faint footsteps nearby.
Who could it be at this moment? Of course, it was an enemy!
He suddenly realized he had overlooked a serious issue: there should have been thirty-six enemies! He had thought there were only thirty-five because he focused on the cavalry as a whole and neglected individual counts. But there was no time to think further; he quickly drew his Sword and lay on the ground pretending to be dead. Squinting and listening intently as the footsteps grew nearer, he waited for the approaching figure to come close for one last strike.
The newcomer clearly did not expect anyone to still be alive at this moment; having just watched the entire battle unfold from atop a dirt slope, he felt exhilarated and stood up to rush into the village now that there was no danger. It was precisely due to this decision that he failed to notice someone crossing the horse path.
Searching along the way yielded nothing until he looked up and saw someone lying by the roadside. He approached with his sword drawn and looked down at this assassin who lay on their back with three arrows embedded in them. It was impossible to identify the deceased solely by their weapon or clothing; what he needed most was evidence. If he guessed correctly, this person should be an Officer from the assassin team. He crouched down to search for any identifying marks on the body when suddenly he sensed imminent danger.
The one pretending to be dead had been waiting for this moment; they sprang up, drew their sword, and executed a swift strike. However, they found their blade caught by their opponent while their own sword had already pierced through. Realizing there was no way to evade now, they raised their left hand to grab at the sword but winced in pain from their shoulder wound. The distance between them was already close; pain dulled their reflexes further. As the Bronze Sword plunged into their already severely injured body, all gathered strength dissipated instantly. Their body slowly leaned back as a faint smile appeared at the corner of their mouth.
The one who had just completed the assassination was taken aback by their opponent's reaction. Hastily looking down at their chest, they discovered a short sword had pierced through their ribs into their lung. With a roar of anger, they stabbed at the corpse with their Sword dozens of times until they felt utterly exhausted before collapsing onto their back...
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