Accidentally dressed as an empress

Chapter 220 Get rid of the pursuers

Yang Er and others quickly dispersed in the temple, each looking for a hidden place, holding simple weapons in their hands, and staring at the temple gate.

As the footsteps got closer, the atmosphere became more and more tense, as if the air was about to freeze.

"Everyone listen carefully, don't expose yourself unless it's absolutely necessary." Yang Er said in a low voice.

The pursuers stopped outside the temple, as if wondering if there was an ambush.

After a moment of silence, a rough voice shouted, "They must be in there, search them!" Then, a group of pursuers armed with sharp blades stepped into the temple cautiously.

The workers held their breath, their heartbeats echoing violently in their ears.

Suddenly, a worker accidentally bumped into a dilapidated statue nearby with a clang. This sound was particularly harsh in the quiet temple and instantly attracted the attention of the pursuers.

"Over there!" a pursuer shouted, and a group of people immediately rushed towards the direction of the sound.

At this critical moment, Yang Er suddenly rushed out from behind a nearby pillar and smashed the wooden stick in his hand hard at the head of one of the pursuers. "Brothers, fight!" he shouted loudly.

Seeing this, the other workers also rushed out from their hiding places and fought a desperate battle with the pursuers.

For a moment, the temple was filled with the sounds of clashing sticks and shouting. Although the workers were physically weak, they burst into an astonishing burst of strength in order to survive.

However, the pursuers were numerous and well-equipped, and the workers gradually fell into a disadvantage.

Xiao Wang was kicked to the ground by a pursuer, with a sharp knife against his chest, and his life was in danger.

"Xiao Wang!" Yang Er was extremely anxious when he saw this. He rushed over desperately and used the wooden stick in his hand to block the sharp blade, saving Xiao Li, but his arm was also cut and bleeding.

"Brother Yang, what should we do?" Old Zhang asked, panting. His face was covered with dust and sweat, and his body was covered with multiple injuries.

"Retreat to the rear and find a chance to break out!" Yang Er gritted his teeth. The workers fought and retreated, gradually retreating to the temple's backyard. The backyard was overgrown with weeds, and a section of the wall had collapsed, forming a gap.

"Get out of there!" Yang Er shouted, pointing at the gap. The workers ran towards the gap, but the pursuers were hot on their heels. Just as they were about to reach the gap, several more pursuers suddenly jumped out from the nearby bushes, blocking their way.

The workers were surrounded and in a desperate situation, but they did not give up. They stood back to back, glaring at the pursuers around them, holding their weapons tightly, although they were worn out, ready for the final battle.

At this time, the sky was covered with dark clouds and a biting cold wind was howling, making everyone's clothes rustle and adding a sense of solemnity.

The pursuers advanced in a fan-shaped formation, the sharp blades in their hands flashing coldly in the dim light.

Yang Erqiang endured the pain in his arm and looked around, searching for any glimmer of hope. His mind raced, recalling the hardships of the journey, the brotherly camaraderie of his fellow workers, and his wife and children waiting for his return home. A fire of resentment welled up in his heart. "We can't fall like this!" he roared inwardly.

In this desperate situation, Yang Er suddenly noticed a big tree behind the pursuers, whose thick branches extended above the temple wall.

A thought struck him, and a plan came to him. "Listen," he whispered to his fellow workers, "I'll distract them. You can take advantage of this opportunity to climb up that tree and then climb over to the outside of the fence."

"Brother Yang, no, we have to leave together!" the workers shouted.

"There's no time to argue! This is our only chance." Yang Er said without question, his eyes revealing determination.

With that, Yang Er rushed toward the pursuers, waving his stick wildly and shouting, "Come on, you running dogs!" His actions attracted the pursuers and they all gathered around him. Seeing this, his fellow workers ran toward the tree in tears.

Yang Er engaged in a fierce struggle with the pursuers, suffering several more wounds, but with his tenacious will and agility, he never gave up. He seized the opportunity, broke free from several pursuers, and ran towards his fellow workers.

At this time, the workers had already climbed up the tree one after another. Yang Er was fending off the pursuers at the bottom of the tree, urging the workers to quickly climb over the wall. When the last worker was safely over the wall, Yang Er grabbed a branch and climbed up with all his strength.

However, just as he was about to reach the top of the wall, a pursuer suddenly pounced on him and grabbed his ankle.

Yang Er kicked hard, trying to break free from the pursuers, but the pursuers held on tightly.

At this critical moment, fellow workers outside the wall shouted in unison: "Brother Yang, come on!" These shouts were like a powerful force injected into Yang Er's body. He burst out with all his strength, finally broke free from the pursuers' hands and climbed over the wall.

Outside the wall lay a barren forest. The workers, aiding the injured Yang Er, quickly disappeared into the forest. The pursuers looked at the wall, cursing furiously, but could only watch them flee.

Under the cover of this forest, Yang Er and others ran wildly in the forest, and the shouts of the pursuers behind them gradually disappeared.

They dared not stop. The pain of the wounds, the physical fatigue and the worry about the unknown future gripped everyone's heart.

The sky gradually darkened, and the gloomy sky was cut into pieces by the dense branches and leaves. Yang Er and others ran wildly in the mountains and forests like a frightened deer, and the dead branches and leaves under their feet made a rustling sound. The shouts of the pursuers behind them seemed to be swallowed up by the mountains and forests and gradually disappeared.

They dared not stop for even a moment. The pain in their wounds was like a piercing needle, the fatigue of their bodies was like a heavy burden, and the confusion and fear of the unknown future was like a cold hand tightly gripping everyone's heart.

The dusk slowly descended like a huge grey curtain, and everything around became increasingly dim and blurry.

They stopped in a secluded valley, and everyone collapsed to the ground as if their bones and muscles had been pulled out, gasping for breath, and checking each other's injuries with trembling hands.

After a simple bandage, Yang Er looked at his exhausted coworkers with a determined look in his eyes: "Brothers, we can't let our guard down. Those people won't give up. We have to keep going deeper into the mountains and find a safer place to hide."

In the following days, they slept in the open air and relied on wild fruits, vegetables and occasional small animals to fill their stomachs.

For the next few days, they slept in the open air like wandering ghosts in the mountains. Overhead, lush yet indifferent branches and leaves obscured the sun, and around them, a tangled, chaotic tangle of bushes, high and low, formed a chaotic landscape. During the day, they wandered through the forest, their eyes eagerly searching for anything that might fill their stomachs. Tart wild fruits, earthy, and pungent vegetables—anything they could eat was treasured. Occasionally, when one of their simple traps caught a rabbit or a squirrel, it was a rare feast.

The night in the forest was bitterly cold, the pitch black veil shrouding them like a heavy, black cloth. The cold wind cut through the trees like icy blades, ripping through their thin, worn clothes and piercing their skin. They huddled together, curled under a tall, sturdy tree, their bodies their only source of warmth.

"Brother, when will this hell end?" A co-worker spoke with a trembling voice and a hint of despair.

"Don't be afraid, as long as we are together, there is no obstacle that we cannot overcome! Think about those who bully us, we can't just give up like this!" Yang Er's voice was low but firm, and it seemed to carry a trace of heat in this cold night, warming everyone's hearts.

But the harsh environment did not defeat them. Instead, it made their hearts more closely connected, like a bonfire burning brighter and brighter in the cold wind.

One day, as they were struggling to find a way out, they pushed through clusters of dense thorns. The rotten leaves under their feet made their steps slip and their backs were soaked with sweat.

Suddenly, a hidden cave appeared before them, its entrance half-hidden by layers of vines. They bravely entered and found the cave dry and spacious, so they decided to rest there. Yang Er, along with a few of his better-off colleagues, set some simple traps at the entrance to prevent any surprise attack from pursuers.

In the cave, everyone's bodies gradually recovered.

Yang Er knew that hiding like this was not a long-term solution. He was thinking about how to find a way out of the mountain and get in touch with the outside world.