Chapter Eleven: Shi Jueyi (Part 2)

A deathly silence. Colder than anything imaginable.
Ten Mini-style rifles?
Good heavens, didn’t you see what Liu Yu and the others were carrying?!
Twenty backdoor guns!
Everyone’s gaze toward Shi Jueyi changed—filled with pity and even sympathy.
Shi Jueyi remained oblivious, determined to seize the moment: “Let me show you this! This is a commission issued personally by General Li. See this official seal?”
He flung the commission in the air, its bright red seal clearly visible to all. “If you want to live off the imperial grain, remove this brat from his position! There won’t be another chance like this!”
“I give you two choices! One is the right path, the other is to follow this kid into darkness, waiting for General Feng’s troops to wipe you out!”
This was his trump card.
In Beiqi, who didn’t know General Feng Zicai’s name? Who wasn’t aware of General Li’s remarkable military achievements? They were figures like gods.
The commission was almost thrown at Liu Yu’s face.
Liu Yu was truly terrified.
Not because of the commission, but because, for a fleeting moment, he saw General Li’s name.
In the late Qing dynasty, military titles were granted recklessly—there were countless nominal governors and generals. With only eighteen actual governor positions available and over six thousand nominal ones, and seventy-eight actual general positions with over twenty thousand nominal generals, he hadn’t paid much attention to names before. But this General Li had indeed left his mark in history.
It was the year 1878.
He understood Shi Jueyi’s intentions.
He took a deep breath.
“A nominal general with the rank of governor…”
He pronounced each word slowly: “Li, deputy commander of Xunzhou…”
Before he could finish, Shi Jueyi rubbed his hands together and said, “Now you know how powerful General Li is! Disgraceful! Pah!”
He spat on Liu Yu’s once-clean face, then arrogantly removed his own hat and feathered headdress, shaking the whip trailing behind him. “General Li and I were both former subordinates of General Feng during his defense of Zhenjiang. Can’t we even handle you bunch of brats?”
“Today, I say it once—this matter is up to me!”
Spit covered Liu Yu’s face, but he showed no anger. Jiang Ningxue tried to wipe it away, but he stopped her. He simply stared calmly at Shi Jueyi: “You don’t get to decide!”
Now, Liu Yu’s camp was much weaker in morale. Although the Qing army had never entered Haiyang before, who was this man? He was a Qing governor and general—a god-like figure with unimaginable power. A few words from him could destroy Liu Yu’s camp.
Liu Haohao was too scared to speak, not understanding why things had turned out this way.
Shi Jueyi’s sinister gaze seemed capable of tearing Liu Yu apart: “I’ll give you a chance to live!”
Liu Yu didn’t respond. The silence was terrifying.
He was thinking.
He glanced at Jiang Ningxue, who was worried about Liu Yu, and said, “First, let this bitch serve me, then we’ll set off for Gaoping right away!”

“I’ll guarantee your salaries and wealth! I’ll also ensure you don’t die!!!”
As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Yu finally spoke up: “That’s too much!”
A gun was taken down from his back, and its barrel was pointed at Shi Yujie. Shi Yujie was stunned for a moment before bursting into laughter: “So you brought a hidden gun and still dare to be arrogant in front of this official? Hahaha! It’s hilarious!”
With that, Shi Yujie untied his shirt, revealing his chest, and cursed, “If you’ve got the guts, shoot here! Let’s see how you handle it! General Feng, Commander Li…”
“Bang!”
A strong smell of gunpowder filled the air.
Liu Yu pulled the hammer back, loaded the gun, and pulled the trigger. The bullet hit Shi Yujie’s right arm.
Shi Yujie felt as though his hand had been torn off—the pain was unbearable. He could barely stand, and his feathered hat flew off as he screamed, “I am Shi, a named guerrilla of the Great Qing…”
“Bang!”
The first shot!
Unaffected by the previous shot, Liu Yu skillfully fired his Spencer carbine. This time, it hit his right hand at the joint. Judging from Shi Yujie’s injury, it seemed his bones were broken. He tried his best to charge at Liu Yu, letting out a howling cry, “I am under General Feng Zicai of Guangxi in the Great Qing!”
The second shot!
Liu Yu shook his head, his face still covered in spit, looking especially heroic under these circumstances.
The scorching cartridge fell to the ground.
Everyone watched Liu Yu’s movements in silence. Even the two guards Shi Yujie brought with him were terrified by the killing aura and immediately raised their hands high.
The bullet was loaded, the trigger pulled—this time without hesitation, aiming at Shi Yujie’s left thigh. The bullet hit, spraying blood, and he collapsed to the ground.
The third shot!
It seemed as if only Liu Yu and Shi Yujie remained in the world.
“Commander Li won’t let you go!”
With a smile on his lips, Liu Yu ejected the shell, feeling the recoil and heat of the carbine.
Flames erupted from the barrel as another deadly bullet hit the joint.
The fourth shot!
Shi Yujie didn’t know how he had encountered such a deadly foe. He was scared: “I am a third-rank guerrilla…”
He couldn’t finish his sentence.
“Hm?” The cartridge bounced across the ground in a graceful arc, causing all the men present to shift uncomfortably.
Indeed, Liu Yu’s shot was too fierce—aimed at his fifth limb. What would it feel like for such a thick pistol bullet to hit that limb at such close range?
Shi Yujie felt as if he had returned from hell. His speech became hesitant: “I am… a high-ranking official… third-rank!”
The fifth shot!
“I won’t spare you… I absolutely won’t spare you!” Though knocked to the ground and shot in the lower body by Liu Yu, Shi Yujie, having served in the military for years, remained defiant: “I am a third-rank… guerrilla lord!”
Liu Yu didn’t say another word. He pulled the hammer back, pulled the trigger, and fired.
Time seemed to freeze.
The bullet was fired at his lower body again, leaving his buttocks in a mess of blood and flesh.
The sixth shot!
The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder. With a press of his hand, a scorching cartridge popped out of the gun mechanism.

The bullet was loaded. Then, he heard Shi Yujie’s desperate cries on the ground: “Pity me! Please spare me!”