Burst!

There was a muffled sound, like a sharp dagger piercing dozens of pieces of fresh leather, and the feathered arrow shot into the left window of the noble carriage, the tip of the arrow sinking into the wood, and the tail of the arrow without direction was trembling and buzzing, making a tooth-sour sound like a multi-legged worm.

At the moment when Dongluo shouted the enemy attack, the well-trained Loulan Royal Guard, which used the caravan as a cover, also reacted quickly.

"Enemy attack!"

"Protect Your Highness!"

"Shield!"

The guards roared in rage and shock.

Countless arrows were densely thrown out from the depths of the dense forest like a torrential rain, passing through the branches and leaves, swishing, and the whistling wind disappeared in an instant, which was particularly terrifying.

Dongluo, who was still some distance away from the caravan, lay down for the first time, and while falling, he did not forget to knock down the girl who was still sad a moment ago, and now she was so frightened that her face turned pale.

He fell heavily to the ground, because the ground was a deep mountain meadow that had grown madly for hundreds of years, thousands of years and a year old, and he didn't feel much pain, his face was against the slightly cool blades of grass, listening to the dense sound of arrows breaking through the air in front of him, listening to the occasional sound of arrows passing over his head, silently counting the number of archers and the number of arrows used by the opponent.

All around Mangshan North Road were the angry and anxious shouts of the guards, the shouts of the guards, the sound of arming orders, and the sound of extremely heavy shields, which were usually hidden as caravans by the royal guards, and once again showed their simple and hideous faces in front of people.

Duh!

Feathered arrows plunged into the long leather-wrapped wooden shield, making a dull crash like a war drum, but it was denser and more terrifying than the craziest war drums, and every now and then an arrow struck the guards along the gaps in the wooden shield, causing a muffled grunt, and the horses that had been unfortunate enough to be shot were not as fierce and strong as the men of the guards, and fell to the ground and rolled in pain.

The whistling of the wind, the sound of arrows breaking through the air, the sound of arrows in wooden shields, the muffled snorts of people, the mournful screams of horses, all kinds of sounds mixed together, turning the camp that had been shrouded in the warm twilight of singing and laughter into a Shura hell.

The fresh meat is drenched, and I can't bear to look at it directly.

Shout!

A feather arrow was fiercely shot into the mud less than half a foot in front of Dongluo's body, and the arrow went into the mud very deeply, which shows that the strength of the archer is great and cannot be underestimated.

The earth, rocks and gravel splashed by the feather arrows that were stuck obliquely on the ground hit his face, and instantly showed a little red mark, but the expression on his face did not change in the slightest, quietly prostrate on the rotten leaf meadow, his eyes penetrated the gap between the leaves, crossed the arrow shaft, and looked at the Mangshan Mountain deep in the dense forest.

The other party did not choose to attack in the dense forests of Mangbei, nor did he choose to attack at night, but chose to start in the evening when the caravan had just arrived in Mangshan, even if Dongluo had a certain natural intuition about danger since he was a child, he still did not think of this.

Evening is the time when people are most likely to relax and have the weakest sense of defense, and the caravan will inevitably relax a little when it is about to arrive in Luoyang, and these enemies must be taking advantage of this.

Vaguely seeing that there were already many dense figures in the dense forests on both sides of the caravan, he roughly judged that the number of enemies was about fifty by calculating the density of arrows and seeing at this time.

"Hey, Ergouzi, do you know who is going to kill you?" Winterfall didn't get the attention of the first wave of arrows because of the distance from the caravan, but the second wave of arrows is not easy to say.

"I don't know, my brother said that it may be someone from Beimang, or it may be someone from Da Zhou, but the most likely is someone from Loulan. After the initial panic, Xue Yuxin regained her composure that was not at all like that of a girl of this age.

"What bad luck!" he muttered, not knowing whether he was talking about himself or her.

The enemies in the dense forests on both sides had already poured out, and those with black scarves on their faces who did not want to show their true faces, wielding standard steel knives in their hands, rushed forward at high speed like wolves, and surrounded the caravan.

The Loulan royal guards around the caravan had already been stimulated by the previous rain of arrows, some of them erected their short bows and began to shoot at a rapid burst, and some of them screamed and pulled out their scimitars at their waists to meet them.

A fierce blade collision suddenly sounded in Mangshan North Road, and people on both sides fell down from time to time in the muffled roar, the tip of the knife stabbed into the chest and abdomen, the blade cut the throat, and blood sprayed out from the men's bodies, drenching the already wet red sunset.

At the beginning of the battle, it entered the most tragic stage, but no one retreated, no one turned and fled, and the competition was not only martial arts and killing skills, but also the strong fighting spirit that dared to shed blood.

Those guards loyal to the Loulan royal family were extremely skilled in archery, brave and not panicked, and instantly suppressed the enemy's attack, and from time to time a figure fell in the dense forest, and the guards screamed and counterattacked, gradually controlling the woodland around the caravan, and although they were brave, they were still cautious, and did not blindly expand their positions.

No matter how you look at it, the tactical choices of these escorts are very correct, at least in the eyes of Winterfall, but the fundamental factor that determines the victory or defeat of skirmishes is often not how correct the tactical choices are, but who is competing more and who is more brave than whom.

These brave royal guards seem to be accustomed to seeing and experiencing enough of these back-and-forth battles. Although the number of people was far less than that of the other party, it faintly controlled the rhythm of the battlefield. If this continues, the final outcome of the battle can already be predicted. It was definitely the Loulan Royal Guard that won the victory.

Dongluo looked at the battlefield with a focused expression, holding a Pu knife in his right hand, and suppressing the restless girl with his left hand. It won't let her expose her body, so that she and Dahei will be in a terrible situation.

"What are you holding me down, my brother is still in the car!"

The girl stared angrily into his eyes, and her right hand was quietly and slowly stretched to her waist.

Dongluo didn't pay attention to her at all, the battle around the Mangshan North Road caravan was fierce, and there was an eerie silence in the noble carriage, and more than a dozen people who should be the elite of the royal guard stood motionless around the carriage like a dozen stone sculptures. No matter how tragic the fighting was around, blood splashed on his face, but his face did not change and he was indifferent.

In front of the carriage, the gentle old man with white hair and white robe was sitting with his eyes closed, facing the depths of the dense forest that was getting darker and darker under the protection of the guards.

When Dongluo noticed the picture of the caravan here, he thought of some possibility, and couldn't help but feel a slight chill in his body. A chill silently released from his knife-holding hand along the blade. Some of the grass that had been struggling in the winter froze to death in the spring.

......

......

The battle continued, and there was still a certain distance between the two and the three beasts and the tragic battlefield. In the case that the escort team intentionally or unintentionally moved the battlefield away from here, it seemed that the battle between them would not affect this place in a short time, but for some reason, Dongluo felt unprecedented tension, and the cold air in his palms had slowly turned into ice.

More than a dozen guards standing like stone sculptures beside the carriage looked coldly at the depths of the dense forest, their slightly dark faces were full of determination and calmness, although vigilant but never afraid.

These dozen or so people from the royal guard can be selected to protect the prince and princess, and they are the most elite members of the military, but in today's battle in Mangshan North Province, their performance is a little strange.

When the rain of arrows came from the depths of the dark forest, they quickly formed a circular defensive formation along the carriages of the noble carriages, silently hiding behind their shields, and when the enemy's bloody attack came, they remained motionless and remained in this position, ignoring the fierce fighting that was taking place around them.

From time to time, members of the convoy of the same camp died in front of them, and from time to time, inanimate bodies crashed into the caravan vehicles with a dull crashing sound.

They didn't even blink their eyelashes from beginning to end, they always stared at the depths of the dense forest with a cold face, their hearts and bodies were like steel rocks, unmoving, unrelenting, and extremely tenacious.

The guards stood straight on the fallen leaves with broadswords and huge shields, they wore cotton shirts, and the corners of the cotton shirts could faintly see the yellow armor, and they looked indifferently ahead, surrounding the carriages behind them.

In front of the carriage, the only old gentleman in the line, sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, relaxed and relaxed, with a wooden sword lying horizontally on his lap. The wooden sword was smooth and round, with a hint of blood red, as if there were blood vessels wriggling in it.

The guards stood around the carriage with expressionless faces, as if they could not see the fighting around them, could not hear the shouts, and occasionally the enemy was about to break through into their defensive circle, and only then would one of the guards draw his sword and shield and throw himself into the kill.

Because they were outnumbered, the guards who came out alone often quickly fell into a bloody battle, but even so, the rest of the guards were unmoved, and did not even blink their eyelashes, and still refused to leave the carriage for half a step. As if something potential danger was coming.

Winterfall didn't know why the guards were like this, he didn't know what was hidden among the gray leaves they watched vigilantly, but he knew there must be a great terror there.

Vaguely guessing what was going to happen, the reality of the gorgeous and cold new world that was about to come when the curtain was opened, made his emotions extremely tense, his scalp was a little numb, his right hand kept rubbing the handle of the knife silently, and after a while, his breathing became strangely slow, and the expression on his face was even calmer and more calm than before.

The fear of waiting for the unknown danger made the atmosphere in the field extremely depressing, and the sound of fierce fighting and blade collision around the car formation seemed to disappear.

At the critical moment of great tension, the window of the gorgeous carriage was pushed open with a creak, and a breeze passed through the Mangshan North Road, which was occupied by the spring breeze again, blowing up the unique Loulan yarn of the Loulan Desert that was used to shade the sun. The side face of a calm-looking, sword-eyed young man was revealed.

Without waiting for the young man to say anything, the cold-faced leader of the escort beside the carriage whispered a word to ask His Highness to be careful, and reached out to close the window for him. The boy waved him back, poked his head out, tapped his fingers on the mahogany window, and watched the battle outside the window with interest.

The young man's lips opened lightly: "Now that it's opened, then there is no need to close it, I want to see who can't help but take the life of me, the prince of Loulan, first." ”

The remnant sun is like blood, and darkness is coming.