The speed of the robots was three times faster than ordinary humans, yet the people fleeing were not much slower than the robots.
Could this really be the lightness skill from novels?
Tong Shuxue did not order the robots to give chase. Her most urgent task at the moment was to treat her injuries.
The robots quickly cleaned up the battlefield. In this round, a total of fifteen people were killed, while six managed to escape.
She had all the items searched from the corpses, along with the horses left behind by the yamen, stored into the dimensional space. Then Tong Shuxue instructed the robots to carry her forward for more than ten meters into a small forest before entering the dimensional space.
Her chip dimensional space was divided into four main sections: a medical bay and pharmacy, a seed storage area with an automatic light-adjusted experimental field, an armory, and a living area.
The medical bay had just been upgraded last month. It was the most advanced fully functional mobile sterile medical facility of 2050, equipped with two robot doctors and two robot nurses.
This chip dimensional space was something she had spent five years developing and had undergone six upgrades to reach its current level of perfection. It was the invention of which this genius scientist was most proud.
Fortunately, the chip dimensional space had not been damaged during passage through the black hole; otherwise, she would have had to be reborn immediately after transmigration.
While Tong Shuxue’s side had ended the battle in an overwhelming sweep, the situation on War King Zhao Jingyuan’s side—who was being carried away by his subordinates—was far more miserable.
The pursuers were also wearing silver half-masks, and their numbers were half again as many as those chasing Tong Shuxue.
Zhao Jingyuan’s group had only thirteen people in total. Excluding Zhao Jingyuan himself, only twelve were capable of fighting, and even those twelve had to divide their strength to protect him, causing immense pressure.
Mo Shen placed Zhao Jingyuan beside a tree, and together with another man, drew their swords to guard in front of him.
The masked leader on the enemy side called out to Zhao Jingyuan in a condescending tone:
“I have heard that the Prince is most protective of his subordinates. If the Prince comes back with us now, all of your men may leave alive.”
While he spoke, fifty silver-masked men had already surrounded Zhao Jingyuan’s group.
Before Zhao Jingyuan could respond, Mo Shen raised his sword slightly and said: “Cut the nonsense. If we are going to fight, then fight. I am not afraid of you.”
Zhao Jingyuan, already weak due to his injuries, was even more exhausted after the escape. He forced himself to stay alert and asked: “You are the Feiyu Army, aren’t you? Zhao Nanhong truly spared no expense, sending you to deal with a cripple like me.”
The masked leader did not expect the War King to recognize them. The Feiyu Army was a group of death soldiers secretly trained when the current Emperor was still a prince; anyone who knew of their existence was essentially one of their own.
Without further delay, the leader ordered: “Leave no one alive except the War King.”
The Feiyu Army had operated in the shadows for many years precisely because of their strength. Compared to ordinary death soldiers, their combat ability was significantly superior.
Mo Shen and the twelve men under Zhao Jingyuan had all fought their way through bloodshed in the Northern Frontier battlefield. To the Feiyu Army, their combat power was extremely dangerous—at least capable of facing two opponents each.
However, the Feiyu Army outnumbered them, and Mo Shen’s group had to protect their master from being captured. They were forced into a constrained defense, and soon all twelve of them were injured.
After a quarter of an hour, six or seven of the Feiyu Army had already been killed. The masked leader quickly adjusted his strategy, dividing his men—half continued to entangle Zhao Jingyuan’s subordinates, while the other half focused on capturing Zhao Jingyuan, launching concentrated attacks on Mo Shen and the other man guarding him.
Watching his men suffer increasingly severe injuries, Zhao Jingyuan felt an unbearable heaviness in his chest. His soldiers were outstanding warriors; they should not have become victims of suspicion.
In truth, he could have simply returned with them. His original plan was to obey the Emperor’s will and go into exile. As long as the old eunuch carrying the late Emperor’s edict and his nephew were not found, his elder brother and mother would not be in immediate danger.
If not for that strange woman who had fallen from the sky, his original plan would not have been disrupted.
He also could not help wondering what kind of person that woman was, why she had fallen onto his prison cart—whether it had been coincidence or conspiracy.
At that moment, a rapid sound of hoofbeats came from a distance. Soon, a cavalry unit appeared through the dust.
Nearly a hundred riders arrived, all wearing uniform light armor. As soon as they reached the battlefield, they dismounted and joined the fight.
Mo Shen finally let out a breath of relief. He had been stabbed in the left leg while protecting his master, and blood continued to flow without stopping.
Seeing the situation turn against them, the leader of the Feiyu Army immediately ordered a retreat. However, it was already too late.
The shift from suppression to being suppressed happened in an instant. In the end, only three of the fifty Feiyu Army managed to escape.
After the battle ended, the hundred armored soldiers knelt on one knee in front of Zhao Jingyuan in perfect formation.
“Xuan San greets the Prince. We arrived late—please punish us.”
Zhao Jingyuan raised his arm slightly. “All of you rise. Mo Shen, take the brothers to treat your wounds first. Xuan San, clean up the battlefield. We depart in a quarter of an hour.”
The three surviving Feiyu Army members soon regrouped with those who had escaped from Tong Shuxue’s side.
At this moment, Tong Shuxue was deep in self-doubt. The moment she entered the dimensional space, an alarm sounded:
“Warning: dimensional space power below 15%. Please replenish energy immediately.”
She remembered clearly that the battery level had been at ninety percent yesterday. How had it suddenly dropped so drastically?
If it was caused by passage through the black hole, then she only needed to absorb more solar energy to recharge it. But if the chip had been damaged during the black hole transit, that would be troublesome—there would likely be no repair conditions in this era.
Enduring the pain in her body, she quickly operated the main control panel inside the dimensional space, searching for the cause of the sudden power drop.
The system’s self-check function activated, and the main screen finally displayed: excessive energy consumption during black hole traversal, energy storage data corrupted, system undergoing automatic repair.
Damn it!
She had not even recovered from the shock of transmigrating into this technologically backward ancient world when the dimensional space struck her with another blow.
Tong Shuxue stared nervously at the screen. A staunch materialist, she even pressed her hands together in silent prayer: please, nothing must go wrong. The chip dimensional space was her most important asset—it absolutely could not fail.
Fortunately, the system proved reliable. Five minutes later, the screen displayed: repair complete. Please replenish energy as soon as possible.
Tong Shuxue finally let out a breath of relief. As long as it could function normally, that was enough.
The chip dimensional space was powered by solar energy. It could only be charged when she was outside the space, and when fully charged it could operate normally for one month.
In other words, if the dimensional space had sufficient power, she could remain inside for a month without leaving. But with the current power level, she could not stay inside for long periods.
She decided to set the power issue aside for now; fifteen percent was enough to maintain operation for four to five days.
First, Tong Shuxue went to the medical bay for a check-up. Once she relaxed, the pain throughout her body became even more obvious.
“Hiss… it hurts so much.”
The robot doctor had already been waiting nearby. Upon receiving her instruction, it immediately helped her onto a wheelchair and pushed her into the medical bay.