122: Chapter 122 Zhang Liang: Fusu, you will die!

During his time in Xianyang, Zhang Liang had not been idle.

Besides spending money to buy various pieces of classified information from well-informed sources,

he had also dispatched people skilled in tracking to keep a constant eye on Zhao Fusu's movements.

After they saw that Zhao Fusu had only taken a dozen or so light cavalry with him to Mount Li, they immediately came to inform Zhang Liang.

"You're saying that besides Fusu himself, his dozen or so guards are all carrying bows and arrows?"

After a moment of thought, Zhang Liang had a suspicion.

Zhao Fusu's group wasn't carrying Qin Crossbows, but bows and arrows instead; by the looks of it, they were going hunting!

Mount Li covered a vast area and was home to a large number of wild animals!

Zhang Liang became even more convinced that Zhao Fusu's group was going hunting.

"Fusu, you must die!"

After waiting for so long, Zhang Liang had finally found an opportunity to assassinate Zhao Fusu.

He immediately went to find Han Qiudao and the Six-Fingered Black Knight.

Their eyes lit up when they heard Zhang Liang say that Zhao Fusu had gone to Mount Li to hunt with only a dozen men.

This was indeed a great opportunity to assassinate Zhao Fusu.

However, Mount Li covered a massive area, significantly larger than the entire city of Xianyang, so finding Zhao Fusu's party within Mount Li was another major problem facing them.

"Finding them in the vastness of Mount Li is not entirely impossible,"

Han Qiudao said with a smile, "The horses Fusu's group is riding must be top-quality steeds."

"Most likely, these horses will be fitted with horseshoes."

"The hoofprints they leave on the ground will be somewhat different from ordinary ones."

"As long as we follow these special hoofprints, we can find them in Mount Li."

"Mr. Han."

Zhang Liang cupped his hands toward Han Qiudao and said, "Then the task of finding Fusu is in your hands, Mr. Han."

"Very well."

Han Qiudao agreed.

He was originally an assassin leader, skilled in both assassination and tracking.

After Zhao Fusu's party of a dozen entered Mount Li, Han Qiudao, the Six-Fingered Black Knight, and over a hundred assassins followed closely behind.

Zhang Liang had learned his lesson from last time and did not intend to fight Zhao Fusu's guards head-on; instead, he planned to use crossbow bolts to shoot them down.

These crossbows were manufactured by the Six-Fingered Black Knight.

They were easy to carry, equipped with an energy-storing device, and had an accurate range of twenty meters!

As long as they could get within twenty meters of Zhao Fusu's group, they could accurately turn them into hedgehogs with their bolts!

"Fusu, you must die!"

"I said it!"

"Even the gods won't be able to save you!"

Looking at the hundred or so assassins he had gathered, Zhang Liang was full of confidence.

Mount Li

After Zhao Fusu's group entered Mount Li on horseback, they began searching everywhere for prey.

To show off his archery skills, Deputy General Pang shot several pheasants.

Zhao Fusu took a bow and arrow and fired a few shots as well.

His archery was not as good as his marksmanship, and he failed to hit his targets.

Zhao Fusu didn't mind.

This time, the purpose of Zhao Fusu's party going deep into Mount Li was to find wild boars.

Although wild boar meat has a gamey smell, it can be removed by soaking it in cooking wine.

If the meat of these wild boars that run all over the mountains is used for soup, the resulting broth is clear with very little scum.

If you use farm-raised pigs to make soup, you can scoop out a whole bowl of scum from the meat.

Zhao Fusu had once eaten wild boar meat.

With the addition of mushrooms and abalone, the flavor was absolutely exquisite.

After making the revolvers, Zhao Fusu had wanted to come to Mount Li to hunt wild boars.

As Zhao Fusu's party continued deeper into Mount Li, over a hundred assassins led by Han Qiudao and the Six-Fingered Black Knight were rapidly catching up.

"Slow down!"

Han Qiudao, who had been following the hoofprints, suddenly signaled the assassins to stop.

Han Qiudao pressed his ear to the ground and listened intently.

"Mr. Han, what do you hear?"

The Six-Fingered Black Knight asked Han Qiudao.

"I hear the sound of hoofbeats."

"They might be just a short distance ahead."

Han Qiudao's words immediately excited the Six-Fingered Black Knight.

They had been chasing for half the day; had they finally caught up with Zhao Fusu's group?

Not just the Six-Fingered Black Knight, but over a hundred assassins all stuck out their crimson tongues and licked their lips.

These people were cold-blooded killers; those who had died at their hands numbered at least fifty, if not a hundred.

They couldn't wait to catch up with Zhao Fusu's group and shoot them dead.

"Everyone, be cautious in your movements."

Han Qiudao instructed, "Keep low and use the vegetation for cover to get close to Fusu and the others."

"Once we close the distance to twenty meters, aim for their faces and fire; strive to take them out in a single attack."

"Understood!"

All the assassins brought by Han Qiudao cupped their hands and responded.

"Our Mohist Disciples cannot be looked down upon either. When we charge later, we must be at the very front. The one to take down Fusu will be a Mohist Disciple!"

"Understood!"

A thick killing intent erupted in the eyes of the Mohist Disciples.

"Mohist Giant, it seems your Mohist Disciples are determined to compete with us."

Han Qiudao's voice said coldly, "Are you that confident you can take down Fusu?"

"Naturally!"

The Six-Fingered Black Knight said with full confidence, "In terms of killing techniques, our Mohist Disciples might not match you, but in terms of running speed, you won't be able to catch us."

"Just watch; in a moment, our Mohist Disciples will definitely be at the front."

"The one to kill Fusu will only be one of our Mohist Disciples!"

The Six-Fingered Black Knight was full of confidence.

If this group of Mohist Disciples hadn't been fast runners, they would have been killed long ago by the army sent by Ying Zheng.

"Hmph!"

Han Qiudao gave a cold snort.

He led his group of assassins and rapidly approached Zhao Fusu's party.

"Heh!"

The Six-Fingered Black Knight gave a cold laugh and led the Mohist Disciples toward Zhao Fusu's group at an even faster speed.

Having arrived at the Daiding Temple area, Zhao Fusu and Deputy General Pang were talking.

"His Majesty the Head of State."

"When I was still a hunter, I hunted many wild boars in this area."

"This should be a wild boar den; there will definitely be wild boars around!"

"Mm."

Zhao Fusu nodded.

One reason he chose to hunt at Mount Li was because Deputy General Pang said there were wild boars here.

"Everyone, stay alert."

Zhao Fusu said, "If you spot a wild boar, shoot it immediately. We must not let the Second Senior Brother get away!"

"Understood!"

The guards all heightened their alertness, even drawing their bows and nocking arrows.

"Rustle, rustle, rustle!"

Just then, a large amount of strange noise rang out.

Are the wild boars here?

Zhao Fusu's heart also grew excited, and his hands gripped his dual guns tightly.