Chapter 12 Indulging in Being a Hero_2

Well, this was not just an Iceberg Handsome Man but also a tough-as-nails soldier! Despite the severe injuries, he didn't even frown.

Her ears twitched, someone was coming! Her soldier's intuition told her that danger was approaching.

"Someone chasing you?" Gu Changsheng frowned.

"Yes."

"Can you pretend you didn't see me?" Gu Changsheng bargained.

"Obviously, I can't!" The person on the ground moved her eyebrows slightly, looking at Gu Changsheng who clearly seemed unwilling to help.

Gu Changsheng immediately straightened up, damn the illusion of an Iceberg Handsome Man and iron-blooded tough guy! Otherwise, how could he take it for granted that she should save him!

Although she had originally intended to play the hero and save the beauty, the feeling was extremely frustrating!

"Han Qiu, drag him onto the carriage for me." Gu Changsheng gritted her teeth, emphasizing the word "drag" heavily.

Han Qiu was a good maid, executing her master's orders unconditionally.

Have you ever seen a dashing man dragged on the ground? Just watch Han Qiu disdainfully grab one of the man's arms on the ground, and without allowing any objections, drag him a couple of steps and with a half shoulder throw, heave him onto the carriage...

Gu Changsheng was dumbstruck, with wide eyes. This Han Qiu, why was she so devoid of tenderness? Those movements were anything but gentle...

Obviously, someone didn't give her time to grieve for the handsome man's plight, as over a dozen black-clad, masked figures leapt over the roadside shrubs and suddenly lined up in front of Gu Changsheng. Glancing at the bloodstains on the ground, they said ominously, "Hand him over and we'll spare your lives!"

Nonsense! Deceptive!

At first glance, they were clearly experts at murder and plundering; if she really handed him over, it would only be moments before they silenced her too.

To believe them would be truly seeing ghosts.

"What if I don't hand him over and you still spare us, how about that?" Gu Changsheng exhaled, willing to discuss.

"Refuse the toast only to drink the penalty, attack!"

See, wasn't she right? They turned against her faster than flipping a page!

Gu Changsheng sighed, and glanced at Han Mo, who stood sword in hand beside the carriage, and felt relieved.

Actually, Gu Changsheng disliked killing; as a doctor, she valued every life and respected every being, but that was only if no one threatened her own existence!

As an excellent Special Forces Soldier, Gu Changsheng's moves were never flashy or complicated.

She excelled in killing people from all sorts of tricky angles, with the quickest speed possible!

With the natural advantage of a woman's petite stature, combined with nearly two months of relentless training, the responsiveness and strength of this body, though not quite on par with her past life, were not far off.

Completing the mission was the duty and calling of a soldier.

Without regards to the numerous openings around her, Gu Changsheng's figure disappeared into the crowd of shadowy figures in the blink of an eye.

Horizontal Chop, sidestep, backstab, leap...

Blood spattered as her scalpel whirled through the air, the heavy scent of blood lingering amidst the curtain of rain...

One, two, three... eight, nine...

Gu Changsheng leaped off one foot, charging at the longsword thrusting towards her, tackling the last standing person.

A twist of the waist and a sideways flip, the surgical knife sliced across the person's neck, and the sound of flesh being cut rang out.

Gu Changsheng twisted his body and knelt on one knee, the surgical knife still dripping with blood, which collected drop by drop along the groove and fell...

"Eleven..." Eleven fresh lives; they might have had families, friends as well...

From the chariot, a hand covered in mud and blood lifted the curtain to look out, and finally, a trace of emotion appeared on those handsome, chiseled features.

Han Qiu was also left dumbfounded...

"Oh my god, I'm exhausted..." Gu Changsheng muttered, and then very ungracefully collapsed into the muddy, blood-soaked ground.

No one paid any attention to her, and Gu Changsheng felt resentful...

"Han Qiu, could you come help me up? I've been posing for too long, my legs are numb..." Gu Changsheng said with an awkward smile, hiding the distress in her eyes.

Against eleven assassins, she was only complaining of numb legs...

The carriage curtain was pulled down with a swoosh, his concern was indeed superfluous.

Han Qiu snapped back to reality, hurried forward, and with a kick cleared the bodies lying on the ground, then bent down to help up her master.

Gu Changsheng was helped onto the chariot, yanked off the blood-stained straw coat and threw it into the mud, then flopped down onto the cushion like a boneless creature, hugging her son and patting his little head, not sparing a glance at the handsome man they had rescued.

After Han Qiu had tidied up the situation outside and erased the traces, she lifted the curtain to see this scene, "Madam, what should we do now?"

"Keep heading to Linyang City," Gu Changsheng said nonchalantly.

"Linyang City is the closest place to settle down, but if someone else comes after us..." Han Qiu cast a glance at the person lying at the edge of the carriage who took up almost half of it, squeezing the lady, Xiao Cui, and the two children to the other side.

"'The Art of War by Sun Tzu' states, appear weak when you are strong, and strong when you are weak. It means the most dangerous place is actually the safest. They think we wouldn't head to Linyang City to avoid the pursuit, so we'll head there outright," Gu Changsheng patted Little Meat Bun's cheek and squinted with a kiss.

The eyes hidden behind the loose hair narrowed once more.

"Yes," Han Qiu complied, closed the curtain, and drove the horses with a whip.

"Madam, are you okay?" Xiao Cui nervously moved forward to inquire. Although she had been protecting the two children and hadn't seen what happened outside, just hearing it was terrifying.

"I'm fine, just a bit of numbness in my legs."

"Mom, did you get into another fight and win?" Little Meat Bun lifted his head, his large eyes brimming with curiosity.

"Of course, has your mother ever lost?" Gu Changsheng said with haughty pride, nuzzling his head.

"Mom, you're so cool!" Little Meat Bun smiled proudly.

Xiao Cui helped clean the dirt off her mistress, while Han Mo sat obediently to one side, passing a cloth.

After draping a long robe over Gu Changsheng, Xiao Cui glanced at the man lying to the side, her brows unconsciously knitting together, "Madam, what about this man?"

"Don't ask! Your mistress here finally played the hero saving a beauty for once and got all bloody—just my luck," Gu Changsheng moaned, burying her face on her son's body.

"But he's all injured and still bleeding..." Xiao Cui couldn't bear it.

Gu Changsheng turned her head, took a glance, and grumbled discontentedly, "Let it bleed, it won't kill him anytime soon. Besides, bleeding can actually be good for the body."

Otherwise why would people in past lives be willing to donate blood? It helps generate fresh blood...

Though he is bleeding a bit too much, isn't he the Iceberg Handsome Man? The tough guy with nerves of steel? Just endure it, hmph!