Chapter 807 The terrain around Lingyun Mountain is steep and easy to ambush, especially suitable for a small number of assassins to set up ambushes. 78 no pop-up window update is fast, and there was no accident when the team passed through Lingyun Mountain, and they all passed unhindered.
After Lingyun Mountain, the next journey will be much smoother, according to Tang Yin's calculations, in two more days, Xiao Xiang's honor guard can go out of Bianyang County and enter the boundary of Shengping County, and at that time, it is time for him to return to the Wind Country.
To make a long story short, two days later, the honor guard successfully arrived at the junction of Bianyang County and Shengping County, and then about 100 miles forward, it was Lesha City in Tongxian County, Shengping County.
At this time, the sky was already dark, and the chief of the honor guard specially asked Xiao Xiang whether he would take advantage of the night to travel a hundred miles to live in Lesha, or stay in place and wait for dawn tomorrow before hurrying.
Marching at night, it is inconvenient, and it is easy to be exploited by assassins, Xiao Xiang thought about it for a moment, ordered the main general, set up camp in place, and slept in the wilderness tonight.
The lord had no objection, took the order, took the honor guard to the woods not far from the official road, set up camp in the forest, and personally commanded his subordinates to be stationed around the camp.
The party stayed here for a makeshift night, and the camp was rudimentary, with only a few tents set up for the princess and her accompanying guards to rest, and most of the soldiers slept directly on the grass, sleeping on their pillows and clothes.
Tang Yin, Yin Lan, Ah San, Ah Si, Ren Xiao, and Chang Feng were also in the camp, and they sat around a bonfire, discussing the next itinerary in a low voice.
Ah San asked in a low voice: "King, now that the princess's honor guard has safely entered Shengping County, should we also return to China?"
Yin Lan nodded and continued: "This way, it is very peaceful, it seems that the assassin should not appear again, we have to return to China as soon as possible, otherwise we will continue to go deeper, I am afraid that it will be difficult to get out in the future." ” This time, Tang Yin did not object again, he nodded, and responded: "Wait until tomorrow, when the honor guard goes to Lesha City, we will find an opportunity to return to Bianyang County." ” Hearing that he finally agreed to return to China, everyone's faces showed joy, after all, the country of Sichuan is too dangerous, and if you can leave earlier, there will be less danger.
As they were talking, two Sichuan soldiers came over, everyone raised their eyes and saw that they were all old acquaintances, these days, Tang Yin and the others were walking at the back of the honor guard.
The two Sichuan soldiers were one older and one younger, the younger one was less than twenty, and the older one was nearly forty years old.
The two walked over with a smile and asked with a smile, "What are the brothers talking about?"
Yin Lan and the others shut up one after another, but no one answered.
Tang Yin raised his head with a smile and said with a smile: "It's nothing, just talk about the new things you encountered on the road." ” "Oh" The elder Sichuan soldier sat down beside Tang Yin, then glanced around at everyone, shook his head and said, "These brothers of yours don't seem to like to talk much."
Tang Yin looked up and smiled, and followed his words and said, "Yes, they are all stuffy gourds, only I have the most words." ” The elder Sichuan Bing was also happy, and after waiting for a while, he restrained his smile, sighed lightly, and said, "Little brother, my brother is here to bid you farewell."
Tomorrow when we arrive in Lesha, we should go back to the county town, these days together, we are also considered to be in love, but I don't know if we can see each other again in the future. ” If he didn't say it, Tang Yin almost forgot that a considerable part of the Sichuan soldiers in the honor guard were the county army of Bianyang County, and now that they have reached the boundary of Shengping County, the work of protecting the princess will naturally be taken over by the local army of the place, and the county army of Bianyang County will have to withdraw to this county.
He smiled slightly, patted the veteran on the shoulder, and said, "We are also going back to Bianyang County, and when we pass by the county seat, my brothers and I will go to visit you again."
"So very good," the veteran said with a smile: "When the time comes, remember to come to me, brother, I will be the east, and entertain your brothers."
"Haha" Tang Yin smiled: "Then I will thank my brother on behalf of the brothers." ” "What's polite to my brother?"
The veteran chatted with Tang Yin for a while before getting up and leaving.
After he left, Tang Yin waved his hand to everyone and said, "It's not early, everyone should rest quickly, tomorrow, I'm afraid we will have to rush for a day, and we have to be full of spirit tonight." ” Everyone nodded their heads and lay down by the campfire.
Tang Yin slept quickly, and it didn't take long for him to lie down, and his breathing became long and even.
No matter what the environment, falling asleep in the shortest possible time to restore energy and physical strength is also a good habit he has developed over the years.
At night, dark clouds obscured the moon, and the campfires in the camp gradually weakened, and finally went out one after another, and the forest began to become pitch black, and the five fingers could not be seen.
When it was time for the fifth watch, Tang Yin, who was asleep, suddenly opened his eyes, he lay in place and did not move, and after waiting for a while, a gleam flashed in his eyes.
He didn't hear any noise, let alone see the enemy, but he keenly smelled a smell of blood, and the dense jungle around the camp was already thick with murderous aura at some point.
There was an enemy This was Tang Yin's first reaction, and he subconsciously buckled the saber under his ribs and pulled it out.
Sha Jianfeng came out of his sheath and made a subtle sound, but this subtle sound was enough to wake up Yin Lan and the others around him.
People invariably opened their eyes and saw Tang Yin still lying on the ground, but his saber was also half drawn, and the blade of the sword was flashing with an eerie cold light in the night.
"Big" Yin Lan's body was shocked, and she was about to sit up and ask questions, but Tang Yin was the first to let out a boo, signaling Yin Lan not to speak or move.
Seeing Tang Yin's solemn face, the squinted tiger eyes flowed with sharp light from time to time, even if they didn't know what was going on, everyone could guess a rough idea.
Their bodies were both stiff, and according to Tang Yin's intentions, they lay motionless in place.
After waiting for about two or three minutes, people still didn't notice anything unusual, Ren Xiao couldn't help but ask softly, "Your Highness, what's wrong?"
"Someone is dead, there may be enemies in the forest," Tang Yin also whispered.
There was an enemy, everyone was shocked, and subconsciously rolled their eyes to look into the surrounding woods.
The forest was dark and quiet, and as far as the eye could see, it was still dark except for darkness, and it was not clear what was going on inside.
Even Chang Feng couldn't notice what was wrong in the forest.
Chang Feng's perception ability is extremely keen, as long as there are spiritual cultivators in his vicinity, they can't escape his perception.
However, there were many spiritual cultivators in the Sichuan army, and they were scattered around the camp, and even if there was a sneak attacker, he couldn't tell whether it was an assassin or a Sichuan army just by the spiritual pressure emanating from the other party.
Tang Yin's feeling was not wrong, there were indeed assassins in the forest, and not one or two people, but dozens or hundreds of assassins.
This group of assassins, the number of which was staggering, all of them were covered with black spirit armor, holding steel bows in their hands, and what was especially unexpected was that there were also a large number of dark spirit cultivators among them.
The assassins seemed to know everything about the defense of the Sichuan army, whether it was a bright post or a dark whistle, they knew their location, and before the people arrived, the spirit arrow had been shot first.
The spiritual arrows they shot were too powerful and the rate of fire was too fast, and most of the Sichuan soldiers who were standing guard and sentry were shot by them one by one without reacting.
Moreover, the arrows of these assassins were amazingly accurate, and the arrows could hit the opponent's neck without firing, so that the Sichuan soldiers were killed on the spot after being hit by the arrow, and they could not even make a scream.
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They killed more than 100 Sichuan soldiers in the forest, but from beginning to end, there was no sound in the woods, let alone alarming the main force of the Sichuan army that was resting in the camp.
The assassin gradually approached the camp, and with the rapid sound of the breaking wind, another spirit arrow was fired, and a Sichuan soldier who was squatting on the treetop to stand guard was directly hit in the throat by this arrow, the spirit arrow pierced his neck and was nailed deep into the tree, and the corpse of the Sichuan soldier stood up and did not fall, and was directly nailed to the tree.
The muffled sound of the spirit arrow penetrating the human body finally alarmed the Sichuan soldiers standing guard at the gate of the camp, and several Sichuan soldiers looked at each other, and then held their torches high and walked towards the woods in unison.
As he was walking forward, a Sichuan soldier suddenly heard a ticking sound, as if something had fallen on his helmet, he instinctively raised his hand and touched it, the helmet was slimy, put his hand down and looked, his palm was red.
It was the blood soldier who was frightened, and hurriedly looked up, only to see the corpse of a Sichuan soldier hanging on the trunk of a tree, his legs dangling in the air, swaying back and forth, blood flowing down his armor all the way to the toes, and from the toes to dripping down the toes.
Ah Chuanbing's head buzzed, his mouth opened wide, and he was about to scream, but suddenly, several black shadows suddenly appeared around several of them, and they didn't even see what was going on, and after a series of cold flashes, people had fallen into a pool of blood at the same time.
Dark cultivators are born assassins, and the shadows drift make them haunted and ghostly.
After killing all the Sichuan soldiers, the assassins looked around and saw no other Sichuan soldiers, before beckoning to the rear.
I only heard the rustling sound in the woods, and came out to suppress a large group of spiritual cultivators, no one spoke, everyone moved in unison, and they all took up the steel bows in their hands, drew the swords under their ribs, and rushed towards the camp one by one with all their strength.
Even inside the camp, there were Sichuan soldiers standing guard or patrolling, and when the Assassins rushed to the vicinity of Xiao Xiang's tent, they happened to encounter a group of Sichuan soldiers patrolling the area.
In the depths of their own camp, they suddenly saw such a large group of black shadows rushing in front of them, and the Sichuan soldiers couldn't react for a while, and they couldn't tell whether they were friends or foes.
But before they could ask questions, the electric light in the sky had already flown over, and after the electric light passed, then look at this team of Sichuan soldiers, everyone was full of spirit knives, and one by one they fell in a pool of blood like hedgehogs.
The black shadows continued to gallop forward without slowing down, and when they ran past the corpses of the Sichuan soldiers, they took advantage of the situation and pulled out their respective spirit knives one by one.
These men were not so much Assassins as they were highly trained troops, united in their actions and skillful in coordination, even to the point where they could be consistent without verbal communication
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