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"There seems to be something amiss with He Tianhui. I order your men to be more careful and not be negligent." "Go, ask Prince Xian of the Left to come over. Tell him that I have something important to ask of him."

"Yes, please rest assured, Princess. Your servant will immediately send someone to invite the Prince over."

He Ju Hui bowed on his horse and called for Tuoba Fei.

Sand and dust flew in the air as countless warriors in yellow clothes and masked faces emerged from the ground. As soon as they revealed their faces, a large portion of their soldiers fell as the sharp blades in their hands danced in the air.

Everything happened so suddenly, and these people suddenly emerged from the ground near the horse carriage. As a result, He Jiahui and the others were caught off guard and were immediately suppressed, suffering heavy casualties.

Yellow clothed people kept coming out from the ground. These people were all wearing yellow clothes, and it was hard to tell them apart when mixed together with the sand and dust. All of them held sharp blades in their hands, their speed was incredibly fast and valiant.

In the blink of an eye, someone had already boarded Yue Chanjuan's carriage, stabbing straight into the carriage with a sharp blade in their hands.

A cold light flashed, and the head of the person who had boarded Yue Chan's carriage tumbled to the ground, and the corpse fell out of the carriage.

He Jiahui brought a small squad of elite soldiers and surrounded the three carriages, engaged in a fierce battle with the yellow-clothed man. As the two sides engaged in battle, yellow-clothed men continued to emerge from the ground, increasing in number.

A few yellow-clothed men stood on the shoulders of their companions and jumped over the heads of He Tianhui and the rest, landing on the three carriages.

Qin Yun and the others had already drawn their swords. Twelve maids stood by their sides. When they saw someone flying over, they drew their swords at the same time. The sword light formed a dense net of swords. This was a sword formation. Although the servants' martial arts were not high enough, the eight of them had formed a single sword formation, causing its power to increase tremendously.

Qin Yun and the other three stood on top of the carriage's roof in four different directions. They didn't go forward but to protect Yue Chan Juan.

Yue Chanjuan had already lifted the curtains of the carriage. Her clear, cold gaze stared at the yellow-clothed people that had suddenly crawled out from the ground. She slightly knitted her brows as she looked at these mysterious yellow-clothed people, not understanding why these yellow-clothed people had suddenly crawled out from the ground.

Because of the yellow-clothed youth that drilled out from the ground, the officials and soldiers were immediately thrown into chaos. Facing these mysterious yellow-clothed men, fear began to appear in their hearts.

But He Jiahui was not afraid at all, and shouted sternly: "Kill, those who dare to take a step back, we will kill them in the military law. Protect the princess, forward! "

Under He Jiahui's command, the troops quickly stabilized themselves. After all, they were all elites of the imperial guards. After a moment of shock, they exchanged blows with the yellow-clothed man, discovering that the yellow-clothed man could be killed as well.

Yue Chanjuan's sharp gaze swept across her surroundings, only to discover that the guards were all around her. Tuoba Fei's underlings had only left behind a small group of people, and the rest of them were all gone.

The doubts in his heart. Didn't Tuoba Fei say that no matter what, he would protect her? Now, why had he left with all his men?

It wasn't that she wanted to use Tuoba Fei's men to protect her. It was just that, unknowingly, her heart would calm down when she saw him. It was as if with that man around, there was nothing she could do to stop him.

There were more and more yellow-clothed men flying past the soldiers, a few of them were killed by Yue Chanjuan's servants, the maids tightly surrounded Yue Chanjuan. Not only did they have swords and daggers on their bodies, they also hid armbands and arrows as hidden weapons.

The appearance of the yellow-clothed youth had disrupted Meng Li's plans. The enemy attacked from both inside and outside, creating a dangerous situation for him.

More and more yellow-clothed men gathered around the three carriages, causing the officials to tense up. The three carriages were not to be lost. Otherwise, even if they could escape back, they would still die.

Protecting the princess was a disadvantage, but it was enough to condemn them to death, and might even implicate their families.

"Kill!"

However, there were too many yellow-clothed men, and when the yellow-clothed man drilled out from the ground, he was already within reach. As a result, He Tianhui didn't even have the chance to use the ballista; instead, he sent people to protect the ballista.

Yue Chanjuan's cold eyes fell on the crossbow chariot, revealing a contemplative look. She knew very well that the attraction of these crossbows was much greater than that of the Huns and the Others.

"Maybe these yellow-clothed men are here to snatch the ballista, but I don't know who they are."

"Brothers, put in more effort. The sandstorm's men have already attacked. Attack from both inside and outside, we'll definitely show them what we have." Tonight, we must snatch the princess from her hands. Brothers, look, there are still many pink and tender girls from the Central Plains over there.

This sentence ignited everyone's flames of anger. As they gazed at the maids standing by Yue Chan's carriage, their eyes were filled with the desire to submit.

The women of the Central Plains were always the favorite of the foreign races. As for the beautiful women of the Central Plains, they were even more precious.

"Kill! Go and drag out that most beautiful princess of the Grand Kang Empire! Let's see what a Celestial Immortal looks like!"

Suddenly, a few rays of cold light soared into the sky and a row of soldiers fell.

One of them wore a golden robe, and the blade in his hand was also golden, which was very eye-catching.

"Sandstorm, sandstorm …"

The yellow-clothed man shouted in unison. His aura soared, and beside the golden-clothed man were a few generals. They were all powerful martial arts experts who were unstoppable.

Yue Chanjuan's gaze once again fell on the ballista. She didn't want the ballista to land in the hands of someone who was called 'Sandstorm'. If these Hunters had the ballista, she might hate the yellow sand.

"Qin Yun, go protect the ballista. We'll go as well."

Yue Chanjuan jumped down from the carriage, bringing Qin Yun and the servants with her as she dashed towards the ballista.

"He Jiahui, stop them. Don't let them near the ballista."

"Yes, this subject understands."

He Jiahui's eyes also turned red, "Protect the ballista, let the Huns approach and kill them without mercy. Protect the princess and the crossbow from any Huns. "

At this point, they could clearly see that the other party was a Huns.

The men were short and stout, with large, round heads, broad faces, high cheekbones, wide nostrils, and thick beards. They had only a small tuft of beard under their chin, and their long earlobes were pierced with a single earring.

Strong eyebrows, apricot eyes, bright eyes. He wore a loose robe with long legs and forked sides. His waist was tied with a belt, and both ends hung in front.

Their appearances were slightly different from those of the people of the Central Plains, but their clothes were completely different. Many people held curved blades in their hands, and their moves were also very different from those of the Central Plains.

Yue Chanjuan leapt up and led her maids onto the two ballistas. It was just that the yellow-clothed man was currently engaged in a chaotic battle with the soldiers, so she was unable to start the ballista.

"Arrows ready, shoot."

Yue Chanjuan ordered. The servants then sheathed their swords, picked up their bows and arrows, nocked their arrows, and shot at the yellow-clothed man.

"Beauty, come with me. Go live a carefree life."

The man in gold took down a few soldiers and rushed towards the ballista. The princess's carriage was different from the other two. The sandstorm had already seen that Yue Chanjuan was dressed extravagantly as she alighted from the most extravagant carriage, and was accompanied by a maid who knew martial arts. Thus, it was concluded that this beautiful woman was the princess of Great Kang, Princess Wuyou.

"Come with me, that woman must be Princess Wuyou. Go and snatch her and the crossbow cart."

The sandstorm leaped up and rushed towards the ballista.

Yue Chanjuan pointed steadily at the sandstorm. "Shoot!"

The arrows in the servants' hands all shot towards the sandstorm. The sandstorm laughed loudly, and the golden blade in their hands stirred, shattering the arrows one after another.

"I'm here!"

The body of the sandstorm fell straight towards the ballista. At this moment, the yellow-clothed man had already begun attacking from the inside out. The army was in chaos.

Looking from all directions, one could see countless numbers of yellow-clothed men and soldiers engaged in a chaotic battle. Yue Chanjuan glanced at him and knew that the situation was dire. She hurriedly ordered her soldiers to drive the ballista back with the intention of pulling away from the yellow-clothed man.

The sandstorm had already brought his men to the crossbow truck, and He Jiahui had hurriedly brought his men to meet the storm head on, engaging the sandstorm in combat.

Yue Chanjuan ascended the crossbow carriage and looked into the distance, but she was still searching for Tuoba Fei and his men. It was as if she could see that figure and the faint smile on his lips, and she could feel at ease.

"Go, retreat to the north."

Faintly, under the moonlight, he saw the standing jade colored robes. Yue Chanjuan commanded her soldiers to escort the ballista towards the north.

At this moment, the soldiers were unable to respond. As for Yue Chan, she looked at Tuoba Fei with a much more relaxed expression. Many of the attacking Huns and pagans actually avoided him when they saw him standing upright on his horse.