Half of these armor soldiers had several field battles with the rebels, and Qin Jin risked his life to fight to the death, so although there were only nine people, the nine war horses concentrated and suddenly attacked a little, and they still achieved the desired effect.

They took advantage of the slowing pace after three rounds of feathered arrows in the darkness to rush into the ambush crowd in one fell swoop. However, the close contact made Qin Jin frightened, judging from the density of assassins in this corner alone, there would be at least three or five hundred people surrounding him tonight.

Qin Jin's heart was cold, and he didn't know if he would be able to break out of this layer of encirclement tonight. After he came to the Tang Dynasty, although he also experienced more than a dozen large and small field battles, it was very rare for him to be really injured by arrows and fight with his life, and he never imagined that he would encounter a sudden attack in this Chang'an City.

"Kill!"

Qin Jin instinctively erupted into a roar and slammed into the crowd of black oppressors. The speed of the war horse was as straight as an arrow from the string, and the assassin who was in the front was caught off guard, and the bones that were immediately hit were shattered inch by inch, and they floated out like tattered cotton wool.

The armor soldiers followed closely behind Qin Jin, and the speed of their war horses did not slow, and they rushed forward fiercely, turning everyone who tried to stand in front of them into a mass of broken flesh and bones.

But I heard that there were people shouting in the dark: "Don't run away against the thieves, they are only ten people, and the reward for killing the leader is a thousand gold!"

There must be a brave man in the heavy bounty, and the crowd that was about to be dispersed stopped again, trying to receive the reward of the thousand gold. However, the nine horses were like an extremely fast hammer, and everywhere they passed was a wailing and screaming.

These assassins did not expect that the other party would have less than ten people and dare to attack a human wall several times their size, which caused the morale of the assassins to suffer a serious blow.

Qin Jin flattened the horizontal knife, and as for the right side of the war horse, with the rapid advancement of the war horse, the horizontal knife swept out like a sickle for mowing the grass, and the people who blocked the blade were all splashed with blood on the spot.

The small nine-man cavalry formation relied on the advantage of speed to rush the assassins who were several times or even several times their size.

The tension and excitement of the battle made Qin Jin temporarily forget the pain of the arrow wound on his leg, and constantly urged the war horse to speed up, they must rush out before the war horse completely loses speed, otherwise once it stops, it will inevitably fall into a heavy siege, and there is no hope of escape.

In a short moment, it seemed that a whole night had passed in Qin Jin's consciousness. Finally, there were fewer people in the way, and they broke through the human wall.

However, this was only the first step to get out of danger, Qin Jin did not dare to return according to the original way, for fear that there would still be people ambushed on the road, and it would be between the two to be able to break out of the siege by such luck at that time. So, he took the armor cavalry all the way to the east, and then turned south between Anxingfang and Yongjiafang, in front of which was Xingqing Palace, that is, Nannei, where the Son of Heaven always lived.

However, when he was about to turn into the street, Qin Jin was shocked again, who can guarantee that this blatant encirclement and suppression was not at the behest of the Son of Heaven? Regardless of whether this idea is practical or not, at this moment when life and death are on the line, where can there be half a point of sloppiness?

Qin Jin gave a decisive order, turned west through Yongchang Fang, Yongxing Fang, and then went south by Chongren Fang for a big circle, and then returned to Shengye Fang.

The ambusher did not seem to have cavalry, and after this lifeless run, half a figure had long been lost behind him, not even a ghost.

The door of Shengye Fang was tightly closed, and a soldier flew off his horse and slapped the door heavily, shouting: "The Shenwu Army Zhonglang will face the saint and return to the house, open the door quickly!"

The rest of the people are still very nervous, and as long as they don't make it to the Shengye Fang, they will face the attack of the ambushers at any time. In the dark void, it seems that there are countless vicious dogs and beasts squatting, and they will burst out at some point.

Qin Jin's heart was secretly cold, in the past, the Nanya forbidden army patrolling in Chang'an City could be seen everywhere, tonight they galloped outside the square where several powerful people gathered, and they didn't even see half of the Nanya forbidden army, it seems that the person who wants him to die must not be simple.

Soon, the trembling response of the servants sounded in the door.

"There is a curfew at night, and the door of the workshop must not be opened at will, so please forgive the generals. ”

"Forgive your mother's sin, if you don't open the door, I will kill your husband!"

The danger is still with us, and the temper of those wealthy and wealthy young men who are from the sons of powerful people is on the top, where can they manage anything else, and they scolded.

But in this way, the soldiers inside were even more frightened, and did not dare to open the door, but responded: "Please leave the general quickly, otherwise, otherwise I will ring the bell to warn!"

There is a bronze bell in the workshop, and in case of accidents, the servants can ring the bell to warn.

Where did Qin Jin still have the time to deal with the soldier, and gave a cold order.

"Turn over and open the door on your own!"

The gate is not as good as the city wall, and a person can jump lightly on a war horse and turn into the wall.

After the two armorers received the order, they easily climbed into the wall, and in a burst of fists and kicks mixed with wailing and screaming, the door slowly opened from the inside.

As soon as Qin Jin and the others swarmed in, the door of the fang was closed again.

At the same time as the door of the fang was closed, a group of black shadows rushed from the direction of Anxing Fang. However, when these people saw that there was no one in front of the shop, they hesitated. A moment later, he ran away again, completely disappearing into the dark void.

Back in the mansion, the old man was frightened by Qin Jin, who was covered in blood.

"Family master, this, what's going on?" The old man was horrified in his heart, didn't Zhonglang go to Daming Palace to face the saint just now, how could he come back at this moment and become a bloody man?

A sergeant immediately responded: "Those two geldings are fakes, we have been ambushed!"

The old man of the family reacted at this time, and ordered repeatedly, "Quick, go and ask Lang Zhong to treat the head of the family!"

Qin Jin waved his hand, "No need! I only have one arrow wound on my body, I cut out the arrow and bandage it!"

Where to go in the middle of the night to invite the wounded Lang Zhong? If those thieves find out again, I don't know what trouble it will be.

What's more, the first-aid technique that Qin Jin himself knows is only afraid that it is not much stronger than the half-witch and half-doctor of this era.

As a result, the feather arrow between the hip and thigh did not hurt either the bones or the blood vessels. Qin Jin was not in a hurry to deal with the wound, but first ordered someone to boil a pot of hot water, put a clean silk cloth into boiling water and boil it for a while, and then pulled out the arrow, and then washed the wound with rice wine that had been sifted several times. Stimulated by alcohol, Qin Jin trembled in pain, but in order to avoid infection as much as possible, he could only do this.

After washing, the boiling water was boiled, and the wrung out silk cloth was tightly wrapped around the thighs layer by layer, compressing the wound and slowing down the bleeding.

After everything was disposed of, sweat soaked through Qin Jin's whole body, and he was already exhausted.

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