Dieyi smiled, glanced at Zhu Cihong with infinite amorousness, and said in a coquettish voice: "Your Highness, you are the crown prince, your status is noble, you have to be majestic, you can't be a scoundrel like this." "In the past few days with Zhu Cihong, Zhu Cihong can't see the slightest shelf, which makes Dieyi almost forget Zhu Cihong's noble identity.

"Besides, people, sooner, sooner or later, it's not yours." Dieyi muttered in a low voice behind her, although her voice was small, she was still heard clearly by Zhu Cihong.

Zhu Cihong smiled: "This is what you said, I will eat you another day." No, I'm going to ask for interest now. After speaking, he pounced on Dieyi, bit Dieyi's pink and white neck, and pressed Dieyi under him fiercely, teasing her.

There was no ambiguity in the carriage for a while, which aroused jealousy.

It seemed that even God was a little jealous, and the carriage was walking, when suddenly one wheel sank into a pit that came out of nowhere, and suddenly stopped.

In the carriage, perceiving this situation, Zhu Cihong immediately stopped teasing, and was about to open the curtain of the carriage to ask what was going on.

Suddenly, dozens of sharp arrows came from nowhere.

Woohoo!

In an instant, it broke through the air, all of them were nailed to the carriage, sparks were sparked, and most of them fell to the ground, only a few were inserted into it, but it was only inserted half an inch, and it was stuck.

This horse was originally made by Liu Zeqing for his own use, and he considered the possibility of being assassinated again, and the carriage was made of iron and wood, covered with iron sheets, and had a strong defensive power, which could defend against most crossbow attacks, so it just came in handy.

"Array! Protect His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. Outside, Zhang Kuishan and Ji Feng yelled.

Inside the carriage, looking at the arrows showing out of his head, coupled with the cries outside, Zhu Cihong didn't know that he had been assassinated.

A large group of black-clothed masked people jumped down a high slope on the left side of Zhu Cihong's carriage, and there was a steady stream, there were more than 300 of them, and the swords in their hands were cold and bright, all of them rushed towards Zhu Cihong's carriage, with obvious intentions, that is, to assassinate Zhu Cihong.

"Protect His Highness the Crown Prince!"

Although there are more than 30,000 troops guarding Zhu Cihong, these more than 30,000 troops are all marching in a line, and it is impossible to gather all at once to protect Zhu Cihong's safety.

There were less than 1,000 guards around Zhu Cihong, and the other hundreds of East Palace Imperial Forest Army and 30,000 Shandong troops were all blocked in front and rear, and it was difficult to rush over to protect Zhu Cihong at once.

With such a clever calculation, it is not difficult to see that this was a premeditated assassination.

Hundreds of black-clothed masked people are extremely brave, looking at death as home, although the East Palace Imperial Forest Army is elite, but it is completely impossible to resist, the black-clothed masked people are too strong, just like the legendary dead soldiers, everyone is not weak in martial arts, and they are not afraid of death at all.

"Protect His Highness the Crown Prince! All muskets in array, array! Seeing that the black-clothed masked man was getting closer and closer, Zhang Kuishan was heartbroken and shouted loudly. He also knew that it would be difficult for ordinary Donggong Imperial Forest Army to resist this group of dead soldiers, and only the nearly three hundred muskets that were here together had hope.

The black-clothed masked dead soldiers rushed to kill too quickly, and the three hundred Donggong Imperial Forest Army armed with muskets hurriedly lit the fire ropes, but before they could line up, they were rushed to the front by the black-clothed masked dead soldiers.

Bang!

White smoke billowed and the chaotic formation, only half of the three hundred muskets had time to fire, and they only had to fire one shot, nearly a hundred black-clothed dead soldiers either died or lost their combat effectiveness, and the remaining more than 100 black-clothed dead soldiers slaughtered into the three hundred East Palace Imperial Forest Army.

Burst!

Blood fell everywhere, and at close range, the musket was like a burning stick, and in the face of the powerful dead man holding a broadsword, he immediately suffered heavy casualties.

"Abandon the gun! Draw your sword! Zhang Kuishan roared and took the lead in fighting with the black-clothed dead soldiers.

The remaining 100 or so musketeers abandoned their guns and drew their swords to fend off the attack of the dead.

"Kill! Kill the assassins and protect the prince! "The rest of the outer East Palace Imperial Forest Army was killed, a total of hundreds.

"Kill -----" Ji Feng led thousands of Shandong troops to kill in, but the terrain here is too narrow, and there are too many people for a while, but it is not good to rush in.

Ji Feng decisively led dozens of his own soldiers to kill first.

However, the dead are dead soldiers after all, they are not afraid of death, and their combat power is strong, and after dozens of people died in the battle, these people finally killed next to Zhu Cihong's carriage.

Boom!!

Several swords slashed at the carriage at the same time, trying to break the carriage with brute force, but it was not so easy, the carriage was originally iron-clad iron, and the defense was extraordinary, and the sword cut only three points into the wood, splashing sparks, but failed to really break through the carriage defense.

"Your Highness!" In the carriage, Dieyi shouted in fright, and couldn't help but clutch Zhu Cihong's arm with a pale face.

"Don't be afraid!" Zhu Cihong comforted her, clenched the tunnel hair in his hand, ready to be excited at any time.

At this time, the horses pulling the carriage had already been cut down, and there was chaos around the carriage, and from time to time someone fell, and the corpses and blood were all over the ground, and everyone was red-eyed. Zhang Kuishan guarded the door in front of the carriage to prevent the black-clothed dead man from having the opportunity to rush in through the front door and hurt Zhu Cihong.

After several slashes in a row, they were no longer able to completely cut through the carriage defenses, and the black-clothed dead men would finally understand that if they continued like this, they would probably not be able to complete the task.

Seeing that there were less than fifty people left on his side, and the peripheral army was constantly rushing in, the black-clothed dead man gave up the idea of splitting the carriage with brute force, and instead stormed the main entrance of the carriage that Zhang Kuishan was defending, intending to kill the target of the mission, Zhu Cihong, the prince of the Ming Dynasty, from the main entrance of the carriage.

Roar!

was besieged by more than ten dead soldiers at once, Zhang Kuishan was beyond his strength, the pressure was sudden, and he couldn't help but let out a loud roar in his mouth, fighting to the death. However, no matter how strong Zhang Kuishan's courage is, the black-clothed dead man is not afraid of death, and he instantly suppressed Zhang Kuishan at an absolute disadvantage.

Burst!

Finally, Zhang Kuishan was hit by a sword in his body, lost a lot of weight, and was knocked back a few steps, revealing the door of the carriage at once.

A black-clothed dead man was overjoyed, and instantly kicked open the door of the carriage, rushed in with a knife, and was about to kill Zhu Cihong inside. When all the black-clothed dead men saw this scene, they all looked relieved, thinking that the mission was about to be completed. Presumably, none of them thought that Zhu Cihong had the ability to resist the dead man, and it was inevitable that he would be killed.

Bang!

A gunshot that surprised all the black-clothed dead soldiers suddenly sounded in the carriage, and then the black-clothed dead soldier who had rushed into the carriage with a knife flew out upside down, only to see a bloody hole appear in front of him, and the whole person fell to the ground and did not know whether he was alive or dead.

The remaining black-clothed dead men were shocked, and before they had time to think, two black-clothed dead soldiers once again carried knives and killed them.

In the carriage, Zhu Cihong was urgently reloading ammunition, but before he could fill half of it, he saw two black-clothed dead soldiers rushing in, waving swords in their hands, slashing at him and Dieyi.

"Be careful!"

Zhu Cihong violently pushed Dieyi away, and he avoided it.

The blow missed, and the black-clothed dead man swung his sword and slashed.

The carriage was too narrow, and this time Zhu Cihong had no way to avoid it, so he had to temporarily block the sword with the tunnel hair shortness he held, but the sword of the other dead soldier did not slash at Dieyi again, but followed closely towards Zhu Cihong.

"Your Highness!"

Zhu Cihong thought he was going to die, but he heard Dieyi shouting, and then he was hugged tightly by a warm fragrance. But it was Dieyi who used his body to block the sword for him.

"Yiyi!"

Zhu Cihong yelled and kicked away the sword of the black-clothed dead man, but at this time, Dieyi was already lying motionless in his arms, and the blood on her back stained her dress red.

At the same time, the sword of the black-clothed dead man was kicked away, and he was immediately extremely angry, and he swung his sword and slashed again, but the best time for him to kill Zhu Cihong had passed, and Ji Feng had already led his own soldiers to kill here. Although the two black-clad dead men who rushed into the carriage rushed in, their feet were still exposed in the doorway.

Laugh at!

Outside the carriage, Ji Feng swung his sword and slashed, the legs of the two black-clothed dead soldiers were cut off instantly, blood was everywhere, the two black-clothed dead soldiers lost their legs, their center of gravity was unstable, and they suddenly fell down, Ji Feng took the opportunity to rush onto the carriage, and the two black-clothed dead soldiers were killed in an instant.

The remaining black-clad dead soldiers outside were also wiped out by the steady stream of troops.

"Yiyi----" Zhu Cihong hugged Dieyi tightly, his hand touched the blood flowing from Yiyi's body, his heart cramped, and he yelled at Ji Feng: "Call the military doctor quickly." ”

Ji Feng could see the importance of this woman to His Royal Highness the Prince, and quickly rushed out to find a military doctor.

The army is basically equipped with military doctors who accompany the army, and these people are best at treating external injuries, Zhu Cihong can only hope for this, his dependence can't be fine, otherwise he swears that if one day he finds out the mastermind behind the scenes, he will definitely punish that person of the nine clans!

"Temple--Lower ---"

Dieyi's weak voice came, which immediately brought Zhu Cihong back to his senses.

"I'm here, I'm here." Zhu Cihong held Yiyi's hand tightly.

"Your Highness, Yiyi feels so cold, Yiyi is not about to die." Yiyi's face was as pale as snow, and there was infinite exhaustion between her eyebrows, like a withered flower, and her life seemed to be coming to an end.

"No, no, Yiyi won't die, I won't let Yiyi leave me like this, Yiyi, you have to promise me, no matter what, you have to hold on, this prince will not allow you to leave this prince." Zhu Cihong said, tears flowed out of her eyes for the first time in her life, why did this stupid girl rush over desperately to help him block the knife, such a fierce dead man, how could she be a weak woman who could block the knife in her hand.

"Your Highness--" Dieyi smiled so gently, although her body was cold, but her heart was warmed by this moment, she was content to have a man who loved her and shed tears for her when she was about to leave this world.

Dieyi only felt that her body was getting colder and colder, and her heart was getting more and more tired, she wanted to fall asleep as soon as she closed her eyes, endured her exhaustion, and said the sentence she wanted to say the most with difficulty: "Your Highness, Yiyi is very grateful to God for letting Yiyi meet His Highness, Yiyi is very lucky, His Royal Highness is the best man in the world, and Yiyi will meet His Highness in the next life-------"

Dieyi's voice became quieter and quieter, as if she was about to fall asleep.

"Yiyi, Yiyi----" Seeing this scene, Zhu Cihong almost suffocated, and instantly yelled outside: "Why hasn't the military doctor come yet, this prince wants his head!" ”

The military doctor, who had already arrived outside the carriage, was almost paralyzed by fright and hurried into the carriage.

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