My Promotion Story Through Time Travel

Chapter 161 Conformity

With a loud shout, the group charged toward Lin Ziping.

This situation is now hopeless; the only option is to fight to the death.

Lin Ziping grabbed a handful of dirt from the ground and threw it at his opponent, then gripped the dagger in his hand to meet the attack.

Step forward and thrust upward, lunge and counter-thrust, horse stance and side thrust...

Once again, I would like to thank the university military training instructors for their hard work and guidance.

After an unknown amount of time, Lin Ziping was panting heavily, and his body was covered in wounds.

The other side didn't get the better of them either; five were lying on the ground, and the other four were also covered in blood.

Unfortunately, Lin Ziping was defeated and knocked to the ground.

Seeing him lying on the ground, the four hesitated and dared not approach.

After a while, seeing that Lin Ziping was unable to move, the shorter of the four could not help but go forward to check on him.

He stretched out his leg and kicked, and seeing that Lin Ziping didn't react, he kicked him twice more in a fit of anger.

"You think you're so tough? Get up and keep going!" Seeing that Lin Ziping still didn't react, he turned to the other three and said, "Big brother, I'll take him over and kill him to avenge our brothers."

After saying that, he bent down and tried to pull Lin Ziping up.

At the critical moment, Lin Ziping mustered his strength and plunged the dagger in his hand into his neck.

The familiar "hoho—" sound rang out, and Lin Ziping also fell heavily to the ground.

The remaining three were worried that Lin Ziping might have some other tricks up his sleeve, so they pushed each other and didn't dare to step forward.

Seeing this, Lin Ziping chuckled inwardly, lay on the ground, and stared at the sky with his eyes open.

The valley isn't very high, but from the ground, the sky looks quite far away. Although it's blocked and cut off by the mountain walls, the sky still looks quite large, and it seems like birds are gliding by.

Thinking of the phrase "killing one is enough" described on TV, Lin Ziping smiled. Now, by this calculation, he had probably gotten his money's worth.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw three people slowly approaching, knives in hand.

Lin Ziping moved slightly. That last strike had probably exhausted all his strength, and now he couldn't even muster the strength in his fingers.

Both sides are in a silent standoff.

Suddenly, Lin Ziping smelled a burnt odor.

Then the ground began to shake.

Lin Ziping turned his head and saw a group of ragged people running in his direction.

Won't I get trampled to death if I lie on the ground?

Thinking of the victims of the stampede incidents reported in the past, Lin Ziping shuddered.

I was about to accept my fate, but seeing this situation, I gritted my teeth and rolled to the side.

"This way." Lin Ziping's clothes were pulled.

Looking in that direction, he saw the little girl who had come up the mountain with him, who was now tugging hard at Lin Ziping's clothes.

Lin Ziping used the momentum to roll away, and the crowd brushed past him.

The little girl helped Lin Ziping to the side and found him a place to lean against.

"Help me get the water out of my backpack," Lin Ziping said calmly. "It's here."

Lin Ziping turned to the side to make it easier for the little girl to take off her backpack.

"Open it from there." Lin Ziping instructed the little girl to open the backpack and take out the water bladder.

"Drink up." He took the little girl's hand, brought it to the mouth of the water bag, and drank it down in big gulps.

After a few sips of water, Lin Ziping felt alive again. When he had the strength, he took out some medicine and gave his wound a simple bandage.

The injury wasn't serious; it was mainly an external wound that bled excessively, and the fatigue led to exhaustion.

While recovering his strength, Lin Ziping also took the opportunity to check on the other conditions in the ravine.

The group was heading for the three people; although they were unarmed, they had the advantage in numbers.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the three fled towards the edge of the ravine, with the others in hot pursuit.

The wooden house from before is now engulfed in flames.

"Did you light it?" Lin Ziping asked the little girl squatting next to him.

The little girl stared at Lin Ziping for a moment, then slowly said, "I saw you lying on the ground without moving, so I thought you were asleep."

Uh……

Asleep?! It's quite an achievement to be able to fall asleep in this situation!

"Lying still doesn't necessarily mean someone is asleep; they could also be dead. You should check their nose to see if they're breathing, and feel their neck to see if they have a pulse," Lin Ziping explained to the little girl, pointing to her neck.

"How do you breathe through your nose?" the little girl asked.

Lin Ziping placed his hand under his nose to demonstrate: "You can hold your breath for a while, but it's impossible to keep breathing out of your nose forever."

The little girl touched her nose blankly, saying nothing.

"Did you start the fire in that house?" Lin Ziping asked.

The little girl looked up and stared straight at Lin Ziping.

"Sir, sir, what should we do with these people now that we've caught them?" A middle-aged man with a hunched back walked up to Lin Ziping and asked.

Lin Ziping stood up, stretched his limbs, and regained some strength. It seemed that there was nothing seriously wrong with him.

"Take me to see it."

A middle-aged man walked ahead, leading the way.

Upon closer inspection, the group of people, though dressed in rags, had bright and spirited eyes.

Upon seeing Lin Ziping approach, everyone made way for him.

The three men lay on the ground, their faces bruised and swollen, their heaving chests a testament to their survival.

Of the remaining three, three lay on the ground, their fates unknown. Two of them still had Lin Ziping's knife and dagger stuck in their necks, a rather horrifying sight.

Three others looked pained and groaned softly.

Lin Ziping stepped forward, drew his knife and dagger, wiped away the bloodstains, and put them away.

"Where are you all from?" Lin Ziping asked the group of people who were pale and thin, dressed in tattered clothes, and who had obviously been captured.

Everyone answered in unison.

Lin Ziping listened for a while and learned that some of them were villagers from the vicinity, some were passersby, and some were craftsmen who had been captured.

“The Fuchun County government is currently cracking down on bandits, so you can go to the county government to register so we can contact your families,” Lin Ziping said. “Those who live nearby can go straight home.”

"Sir, what should we do with these people?" asked the middle-aged man who had just brought Lin Ziping over.

Looking at the people on the ground, I realized they'd already been conspicuous enough; I shouldn't try to get any closer to the leaders now.

Thinking of this, Lin Ziping said, "You brought them to the county government office, and you fought back fiercely to subdue them."

"No, no, no, how can this be allowed?" The middle-aged man waved his hands repeatedly. "This is your achievement, sir. How can we claim it as your own?"

"Yes, sir, it was you who subdued them."

……

Others echoed his sentiments.

Lin Ziping gestured for the crowd to quiet down before speaking: "Everyone, please hear me out. Without your help, I alone would not have been able to resist these bandits. This is all thanks to you."

Seeing that no one objected, Lin Ziping continued, "Everyone was captured by the bandits and suffered for no reason. Exchanging them for a reward is a kind of compensation. This is my duty, my responsibility, and nothing to do with merit."

"Good, well said!" a voice came from the crowd.

"Well said!" the others shouted in agreement.

The middle-aged man also looked moved.

If this were a different era, Lin Ziping would have received at least a dozen banners of appreciation.

He looked at the first person to speak, the tall, thin guy who had first noticed him.

At this point, someone else said, "How can we bear it when the official says such a thing? Come back to the county office with us, and we will testify for you."

"Yes, we'll be your witnesses."

……

Lin Ziping wanted to find the person who had spoken, but there were too many people in the crowd, and he couldn't figure out who had said it.