It was like a sharp metal thorn piercing into dozens of stacked wet papers. The feather arrow shot into the chest of a guard beside the luxurious carriage.
The bloody chest fell down.
The moment Ning Que shouted that the enemy was attacking, the well-trained princess guards reacted quickly. The guard bravely jumped on the carriage shaft and blocked the window of His Highness's carriage. He did not know that this feather arrow would hit
Where, he only knows that His Highness in the car must be the enemy's first target, and he must not let His Highness' life be threatened in the slightest.
This brave guard made the right bet, and the price he paid was his own young life.
"Enemy attack!"
"Protect Your Highness!"
"Stand up your shield!"
The guards' angry and shocked roars suddenly sounded.
Countless arrows were shot out from the depths of the dense forest like a heavy rain, making a whooshing sound that instantly made the roaring wind disappear without a trace, making it look particularly terrifying.
Ning Que, who was still some distance away from the circular carriage formation, immediately fell down. When he fell, he did not forget to knock down Sangsang and the maid who had followed him out of the tent.
He fell heavily in the forest. Because the ground was covered with rotten pine leaves from the North Mountain Road for hundreds of thousands of years, he didn't feel much pain. He pressed his face against the cool leaves and listened to the dense sound of arrows piercing the air in front of him.
Listening to the sound of arrows occasionally passing over his head, he silently calculated the number of archers on the other side and the amount of arrows used.
All around the Beishan crossing were the angry and anxious shouts of the guards, the shouts of defense orders, and the heavy sound of shields being raised. The large shields made of carriage panels were forcefully inserted into the edge of the carriage shaft by the guards, which played a huge role.
function.
Duh! Duh! Duh! Duh!
The feather arrows pierced the simple wooden shield hard, making a dull crashing sound like a war drum, but it was denser and more terrifying than the craziest war drums. From time to time, arrows shot through the gaps in the simple wooden shield and hit the guards, causing a muffled groan.
However, those horses that were unfortunately hit by arrows were not as fierce and strong as the men of the empire, and they fell to the ground rolling in pain and wailing.
The sound of arrows piercing the air, the sound of arrows hitting wooden shields, the muffled groans of people, the lamentations of horses, all kinds of sounds were mixed together, turning the camp that was previously shrouded in the warm twilight of joyful songs and laughter into a Shura hell.
call out!
A feather arrow shot hard into the mud less than half a foot in front of Ning Que. The splashed earth and gravel hit his face, and a red mark appeared instantly. However, his facial expression did not change at all. He was quietly crawling on the rotting ground.
Standing above the pine needles, my eyes penetrated the gaps between the leaves, past the arrow shaft, and looked towards the south-facing North Mountain Road in the distance.
The opponent did not choose to launch an attack in the dense forest of Beishan Road, nor did they choose to attack at night. Instead, they chose to attack in the evening when the convoy had just arrived at the Beishan Pass. Even though Ning Que had some natural intuition about danger since he was a child, he still did not expect it.
this point.
In the evening, people are most likely to be relaxed and their defenses are at their weakest. Moreover, as the convoy is about to meet the response troops from Gushan County, it is inevitable that they will be a little relaxed. These enemies must be taking advantage of this.
He vaguely saw many dense figures appearing in the dense forest on both sides of the North Mountain Road. Based on the previous calculation of the density of arrow branches and the current sight, he roughly judged that the number of enemies was about sixty.
After all, it is within the territory of the Tang Dynasty, and the person the other party wants to assassinate is His Majesty the Emperor's favorite four princesses. Whether it is for confidentiality before or after the incident, the other party cannot use real large forces and can only choose the most loyal soldiers.
.
Since they are dead soldiers, the number of soldiers cannot be too large, but Ning Que knows very well that fighting on the battlefield is never about one aspect, the more people there are, the more powerful it is. On the contrary, an army is composed entirely of dead soldiers who are not afraid of death.
The team is the most difficult to deal with.
The big shots in the empire arranged such a shocking assassination. In addition to using dead soldiers, they might even invite practitioners to take action. Thinking of the battle between those strong men that he might see on the battlefield today, Ning Que felt something inexplicable in his heart.
The excitement was followed by unprecedented fear.
"What bad luck." He murmured, turned around and glanced at the maid next to him, and found that except for the initial panic and confusion in the eyes of this young lady, she calmed down quickly and couldn't help but
I silently approved in my heart.
The enemies in the dense forest on both sides have already poured out. The men in gray Tang Army uniforms were not masked. They were brandishing standard steel knives in their hands and rushed forward at high speed like a pack of wolves. Since they did not hide their identities, it was obvious that there must be one party.
They will all be slaughtered.
The fierce barbarians around the convoy were the horse thieves that Her Royal Highness had subdued on the grassland. They had already been aroused by the arrow rain. Some people raised their short bows and started shooting rapidly, while others screamed and drew out their swords from their waists.
The machete came forward to meet him.
Suddenly there was a fierce clash of blades at the Beishan crossing. Men on both sides fell down from time to time amid the muffled roars. The tip of the blade stabbed into the chest and abdomen, and the blade cut the throat. Blood sprayed out from the men's bodies, soaking and staining them red.
Wet red fallen leaves.
The battle entered the most brutal stage as soon as it started, but no one retreated, and no one turned around and ran away. In addition to martial arts and killing skills, the competition was more about the strong fighting spirit of daring to shed blood.
The prairie barbarians who were loyal to the princess were extremely skilled in arrows, brave and not panicked. They instantly suppressed the enemy's incoming attack. From time to time, figures fell down in the dense forest. The barbarians screamed strangely and fought back, gradually controlling the car formation.
There was woodland all around, and although they were brave, they were still cautious and did not blindly expand their position.
No matter from which angle you look at it, the tactical choices of these prairie barbarian guards are very correct, at least in Ning Que's opinion, so he is very puzzled why the expression of the maid next to him becomes more and more solemn and gloomy, as if she is worried
What.
After all, these brave prairie barbarians had never experienced the terrible battles in the Central Plains. She thought about this with worry, gritted her teeth and prepared to stand up.
Ning Que would not let her be exposed and put himself and Sangsang into a terrible situation. He made a fist with his right hand and struck her leg, causing her to fall down again.
"what are you up to!"
The maid stared into his eyes angrily, while her right hand quietly and slowly reached towards her waist.
Ning Que looked at the battlefield intently, completely ignoring her question. When he noticed the scene at the car formation, he thought of some possibility and couldn't help but feel a slight chill in his body.
The fighting at the Beishan crossing was brutal, but there was an eerie silence in the train formation. The dozen or so elite guards of the Tang Dynasty who were probably married to the grassland were half-kneeling around the two carriages like a dozen stone sculptures.
In front of a carriage, the gentle old man wearing an old robe was sitting with his eyes closed, protected by layers of guards, facing the increasingly dark and dark depths of the forest.
Ning Que nervously licked his numb lips and stretched out his hand to Sang Sang. A lot of sweat appeared in his palm, making it wet.
Sangsang glanced at him, handed over the bow and arrow in his hand, then slowly and silently took off the black umbrella behind his back, and quietly placed it on the fallen leaves beside him.
The fighting was still going on. There was a car formation between the three of them and the tragic battlefield. Judging from the situation, the battle between the prairie barbarians and the dead soldiers would not spread here in a short time. But for some reason, Ning Que felt an unprecedented feeling.
I was so nervous that the sweat between my palms and the bow rope gradually dried up.
Beside the carriage, a dozen guards half-knelt on the ground like stone sculptures looked coldly into the depths of the forest. Their darkened faces were filled with determination and calmness. Although they were wary, they were absolutely fearless.
These dozen guards of the Tang Dynasty came from the Chang'an Yulin Army and were specially selected to enter the grassland as the dowry of the fourth princess. They are naturally the most elite members of the military. However, in today's battle outside the Beishan Pass, their behavior was somewhat strange.
When the arrow rain came from the depths of the dark forest, they quickly formed a circular defensive formation and hid silently behind their shields. When the enemy's dead soldiers came with bloody attacks, they remained motionless and maintained this posture, regardless of what happened.
Brutal fighting took place all around.
From time to time, prairie barbarians from the same camp died in front of them, and from time to time, lifeless bodies hit the car formation with a dull crashing sound. They didn't even blink their eyelashes, and always stared at the depths of the dense forest with indifferent expressions, their hearts and bodies...
Like a steel rock.
The guards were kneeling on one knee on the fallen leaves. They were wearing cotton shirts. Armor plates could be seen vaguely on the corners of the cotton shirts. They stretched their right hands behind their backs, grasped the slanted handles of their knives, looked indifferently forward, and held the sword behind them.
The two carriages were surrounded by people.
One carriage was gorgeous and silent. In front of the other carriage, the only old gentleman in the team was sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, looking very relaxed. There was a sword across his knees. The scabbard was tattered and old, just like the one on the old man's body.
robe.
The guards stood around the old man with expressionless faces, as if they could not see the fighting around them or hear the shouts. Occasionally, when the enemy was about to break into their defense circle, a guard would rise up with his sword and throw himself in.
kill.
Because they were outnumbered, the guard who stood out would often quickly fall into a bloody battle, but even so, the other guards remained unmoved, not even blinking an eyelash, and still refused to leave the old man.
Ning Que didn't know why the guards were acting like this, or what was hidden among the dark forest leaves that the guards were watching vigilantly, but he knew that there must be great terror there.
He vaguely guessed what was going to happen, and the reality of the gorgeous and cold new world that was about to come made him extremely nervous. His scalp was a little numb, and his middle and index fingers kept silently rubbing the bow string. After a while,
On the contrary, his breathing slowed down strangely, and the expression on his face was actually calmer and more composed than before.
The fear of waiting for the unknown danger made the atmosphere extremely depressing. The sounds of fierce fighting and the clash of blades around the car array seemed to disappear.
At the critical moment of extreme tension, the gorgeous carriage window was pushed open with a creak, and a beautiful young woman poked her head out, her hair in a bun slightly down, and her face slightly worried.
Before she could say anything, the stern-looking leader of the guards beside the carriage whispered something to His Highness, please be careful, and quickly reached out to close the window and block her back. Although his expression was respectful, perhaps because of the tense situation, his actions seemed a bit rude.