V2.Chapter 807

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The terrain around Lingyun mountain is steep and easy to ambush. It is especially suitable for a small number of assassins to ambush and attack. However, when the team passed Lingyun mountain, there was no accident and passed unimpeded.

After Lingyun mountain, the next journey will be much smoother. According to Tang Yin's calculation, in two days, Xiao Xiang's guard of honor can go out of Bianyang county and enter the boundary of Shengping county. At that time, it's time to return to Fengguo.

To make a long story short, two days later, the honor guard team successfully arrived at the junction of Bianyang county and Shengping County, and then walked about a hundred miles, which is lesha city in Tongxian County, Shengping county.

At this time, it was dark, and the leader of the honor guard team specially asked Xiao Xiang whether he would go a hundred miles ahead at night to live in lesha, or stay in place and wait until dawn tomorrow.

It's inconvenient to march at night, and it's easy to be exploited by assassins. Xiao Xiang thought about it for a moment and ordered the main general to camp in situ. Tonight, his side will sleep in the wild.

The Lord general had no objection, took the order, took the honor guard team to the woods not far from the official road, camped in the woods, and personally commanded the Sichuan soldiers under his command. Sichuan will set up defense around the camp.

The team only stayed here temporarily for one night. The camp was very simple. Only a few tents were set up for the princess and the accompanying guards to rest. Most of the soldiers lay directly on the grass and slept in peace.

Tang Yin, Yin LAN, a San a Si, Ren Xiao and Chang Feng were also in the camp. They sat around a campfire and discussed the next trip in a low voice.

Ah San asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty, now that the princess guard of honor has safely entered Shengping County, should we return home?"

Yin LAN nodded her head and said, "it's very peaceful along the way. It seems that the assassin won't appear again. We have to return home as soon as possible, otherwise we'll continue to go deeper. I'm afraid it's difficult to get away in the future."

This time Tang Yin didn't object any more. He nodded and said, "OK! When the guard of honor goes to lesha city tomorrow, we'll find a chance to return to Bianyang county."

Hearing that he finally agreed to return home, everyone looked happy. After all, Sichuan is too dangerous. If you can leave earlier, you will be less dangerous.

As they were talking, two Sichuan soldiers came over. They looked up and saw that they were "old acquaintances". These days, Tang Yin and others and they were at the back of the guard of honor.

The two Sichuan soldiers are one senior and one junior. The young one is less than 20 and the older one is nearly 40. They walked over with a smile and asked, "what are you talking about?"

Yin LAN and others shut up one after another, and no one answered. Tang Yin raised her head with a smile and said with a smile, "nothing, just talking about the new things on the road."

"Oh!" The elder Chuan Bing sat down next to Tang Yin, then looked around at the people, shook his head and said, "your brothers don't seem to be very talkative!"

Tang Yin smiled up and said along with his words: "yes, they are all muggy gourds. Only I speak the most."

The elder Chuan Bing was also happy. After waiting for a moment, he restrained his smile, sighed and said, "little brother, I've come to say goodbye to you. When we arrive in lesha tomorrow, we should go back to the county city. We can get along with each other these days, but I don't know if we can see each other again in the future."

He didn't say that Tang Yin almost forgot that a considerable part of the Sichuan soldiers in the guard of honor are the county army of Bianyang county. Now, when it comes to the boundary of Shengping County, the local army of that place will naturally take over the work of protecting the princess, and the county army of Bianyang county will have to withdraw to this county.

He smiled, patted the veteran on the shoulder and said, "we will also go back to the frontier garrison of Bianyang county. When we pass by the county city, my brothers and I will visit you again!"

"So good!" The veteran said happily, "remember to come to me then. Brother, I'll host and entertain your brother!"

"Ha ha!" Tang Yin said with a smile, "then I'll thank you for your brothers first."

"Why are you polite to my brother!"

After chatting with Tang Yin for a while, the veteran got up and left. After he left, Tang Yin waved to the crowd and said, "it's not early. Let's have a rest quickly. Tomorrow, I'm afraid we have to catch up for a day. We have to raise our spirits tonight."

Everyone nodded and lay down by the campfire one by one. Tang Yin slept quickly. After lying down for a while, his breathing became long and symmetrical.

No matter what environment, he can enter the sleep state in the shortest time and recover his energy and physical strength as much as possible, which is also a good habit he has developed over the years.

At night, dark clouds covered the moon. The campfires in the camp gradually weakened and finally went out one after another. The forest began to turn dark and could not see five fingers.

When it was five o'clock, Tang Yin suddenly opened his eyes in his sleep. He lay still and waited for a moment. A flash of pure light flashed in his eyes.

He didn't hear any abnormal noise, let alone see the enemy, but he keenly smelled a smell of blood. The dense jungle around the camp was full of murderous gas at some time.

There are enemies! This was Tang Yin's first reaction. He subconsciously clasped the sword under his ribs and pulled out a piece. Sand! The blade came out of its sheath and made a slight sound. However, the slight sound was enough to wake Yin LAN and others around.

People opened their eyes and saw Tang Yin still lying on the ground, but half of his sword was pulled out, and the blade of the sword was flashing a gloomy cold light in the night.

"Big..." Yin Lan's body shook and asked to sit up. Tang Yin hissed first and motioned Yin LAN not to speak or move.

Seeing Tang Yin's dignified complexion, the narrowed tiger eyes flow sharp light from time to time. Even if they don't know what happened, they can guess the general situation. Their bodies were all stiff. According to Tang Yin, they lay motionless in place.

After waiting for about two or three minutes, people still didn't find anything different. Ren Xiao couldn't help asking in a low voice, "Your Highness, what's the matter?"

"Someone is dead, there may be enemies in the forest!" Tang Yin said in the same low voice.

Enemy? People were shocked, subconsciously turned their eyes and looked into the surrounding woods.

It was dark and quiet in the forest. Where you could see, it was still dark except darkness. You couldn't see the situation clearly. Even Chang Feng was unaware of what was wrong in the forest.

Chang Feng's perception ability is extremely sharp. As long as there are spiritual practitioners nearby, they can't escape his perception. However, there are many spiritual practitioners in the Sichuan army. They are scattered around the camp. Even if an assassin really comes, he can't tell whether it is an assassin or the Sichuan army by the spiritual pressure emitted by the other party.

Tang Yin's feeling is not right. There are assassins in the forest, and they are not one or two people, but dozens of hundreds of assassins.

The number of assassins is amazing. Each one is covered with black spirit armor and holds a steel bow in his hand. What is particularly unexpected is that there are also a large number of dark spiritual practitioners.

The assassins seemed to know the deployment of the Sichuan army like the back of their hands. They knew the location of both the open and secret sentry. Before people arrived, the spirit arrow had been shot first.

The spiritual arrows they shot were too powerful and fast. Most of the Sichuan soldiers on guard and sentry were shot and killed by them one by one without response.

Moreover, the accuracy of these Assassins' arrows is amazing. The arrows can hit each other's neck without hair, so that Sichuan soldiers can be killed on the spot after being hit by the arrow, and they can't even make a cry.

They killed more than 100 Sichuan soldiers in the forest, but from beginning to end, there was no sound in the forest, let alone disturbing the main Sichuan army resting in the camp.

The assassin gradually approached the camp. Whoosh, with the rapid breaking wind, another spirit arrow was shot. A Sichuan soldier squatting on the treetop and watching was hit directly in the throat by the arrow. The spirit arrow penetrated his neck and nailed deeply into the tree. The body of the Sichuan soldier stood up and was nailed directly to the tree.

The dull sound of the spirit arrow penetrating the human body finally alerted the Sichuan soldiers standing guard at the gate of the camp. Several Sichuan soldiers looked at each other, then held high torches and walked to the woods.

As he was walking forward, a Sichuan soldier suddenly heard a tick. It seemed that something fell on his helmet. He instinctively raised his hand and touched it. The helmet was sticky. He put his hand down and looked at it. The palm was red.

It's blood! The Sichuan soldier trembled and looked up quickly. He saw the body of a Sichuan soldier hanging on the tree trunk, his legs hanging in the air, shaking back and forth, and the blood flowing down his armor to his toes and dripping down from his toes.

Ah? Chuan Bing's head buzzed, his mouth was wide open, and he was about to scream, but suddenly, several dark shadows appeared around them. They didn't even see what was going on. After a series of cold flashes, people fell down in a pool of blood at the same time.

Dark spiritual practitioners are natural assassins. The shadow drift makes them appear and disappear like ghosts. After killing all the Sichuan soldiers, the assassins looked around for a week and saw no other Sichuan soldiers, so they waved back.

Listening to the rustling sound in the woods, they came out and pressed a large group of spiritual practitioners. No one spoke. They all acted in unison. They took up their steel bows, pulled out their sabers under their ribs, and rushed to the camp one by one.

Even inside the camp, there were Sichuan soldiers standing guard or patrolling. When the assassins rushed to the camp where Xiao Xiang stayed, they just met a team of Sichuan soldiers patrolling here.

In the depth of their own camp, they suddenly saw such a large group of dark shadows running quickly ahead. The Sichuan soldiers couldn't react for a moment and couldn't tell whether they were enemies or friends.

They are like a hedgehog flying in the sky, but they are not waiting for the light to come, but they are full of blood.

The shadows continued to run forward without slowing down. When they ran past the corpse of Sichuan soldiers, they pulled out their spirit knives again.

These people are not so much assassins as troops with strict and standardized training. They are unified in action and skillful in cooperation. They can even reach a consistent level without verbal communication.

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