The horn sounded, and at the corner of the street before and after, a group of soldiers with swords suddenly rushed out.

On the battlefield, especially in ambush warfare and street fighting, on the one hand, they are trapped in the backwardness of the means of communication, and on the other hand, they are limited to the terrain and the distance, and it is very difficult to achieve the effect of launching ambushes at the same time through the methods of sergeant orders and banner changes.

Therefore, it is necessary to have the courage to lure the enemy deep and spy on the enemy's situation, and at the critical moment, by blowing the horn and passing on the trumpet, so that the ambush soldiers arranged in different positions and at different distances can receive the signal at the same time in the shortest possible time, and launch a surprise attack together to pounce on the enemy.

Some of these soldiers who rushed out still had bows and arrows in their hands, and after running to the gallop road, they opened their bows and arrows and shot in the direction of Li Ru.

The arrows were sparse and not dense, but at close range, the force was strong, and the guard in front of Li Ru received an arrow in the neck, his body shook, his throat gurgled, and he fell to Li Ru, and the blood that flew out instantly splashed red Li Ru's court clothes.

"Stop them!"

Li Ru, whose hair was stained with blood, didn't care about tidying up, and in a panic ordered the guards around him to step forward to resist, while he crawled and stumbled towards the ox cart behind.

"Kill Li Ru first!"

The red-faced sergeant saw that Li Ru had far more guards than himself at first, and he didn't rush forward with a few of his own soldiers, but waited until he joined up with the soldiers who rushed out from the back corner before rushing over in the crowd.

Now I see that Li Ru, the main master who is going to be killed today, although he has been led out by himself, and he is embarrassed under the sudden attack, but after all, he is a character who has seen a big battle, not to mention his skill, not to mention his speed, and he is generally running to the ox cart with oil on the soles of his feet, although he has also arranged for soldiers behind him to cut off the retreat and outflank him before and after, but he still can't help but shout loudly to remind his archers.

Today, their gang of ambush soldiers, in order not to attract attention, when they left the camp during the day, they only carried swords and other short soldiers, and even a few pairs of bows and arrows, plus there were no horses, compared to Li Ru's escorts, the armor was slightly inferior, but don't be entangled by these guards who are not worth a few rewards, but let go of the main owner who the general secretly ordered to kill.

Alerted by the red-faced sergeant, several archers turned their targets, raised their bows and threw them, and the arrows that broke free from the bowstring swished, and flew over the human wall formed by Li Ru's guards in a hurry, and flew backwards.

"Oops-"

Seeing that Li Ru, who was about to run to the ox cart, was shot in the shoulder by a stray arrow that rushed down, and the shoulder seemed to be stabbed by a sharp sword, a sharp pain immediately hit, Li Ru's footsteps staggered, and he fell directly in front of the ox cart.

Fortunately, his coachman had already rushed forward, and he pulled Li Ru, who was shot down, to the side of the ox cart.

Li Ru, who was sweating profusely with muscle spasms on his face, looked back and saw that another group of ambushes in the rear was getting closer and closer, and he only had a few guards to resist, and he couldn't stop these people at all, he held back the pain in his shoulder, and shouted to the coachman and said:

"Help me get into the car, quick, drive forward!"

"Huh?"

The coachman had never seen such a battle, and he had already been so chaotic that he had no master, and before he could understand what Li Ru meant, he had already helped Li Ru onto the ox cart mechanically under Li Ru's continuous urging, and he also climbed back onto the wheel, holding the reins and leather whip.

"Drive, drive, get out of the way!"

According to Li Ru's intentions, the coachman slapped the ox's buttocks fiercely, trying to drive the usually docile and amiable livestock to rush forward, but after seeing his own guards who were still struggling to resist in front, he couldn't help but add an extra reminder in a panic.

The guards who were struggling to resist were reminded from behind, and when they looked back, those who could move away from their bodies hurriedly dodged, and only a few of the guards who had been encircled had neither the mind nor the place to dodge.

"Stop the bullock cart, shoot the coachman first, shoot the coachman first! Chop the leg, chop the leg! ”

Because the ambush side did not carry long soldiers, and there was no way to use spears to defend against the running bulls, the ambush soldiers holding swords saw the ox carts rushing over, and they subconsciously dodged to both sides like Li Ru's guards.

This fell in the eyes of the red-faced sergeant, and he was suddenly in a hurry, he saw that he wanted to control the ox cart, and the key point was to shoot down the coachman who was constantly spurring the oxen, as for the leg of the ox with the sword to cut the bull, he shouted loudly, but he was not stupid enough to use the mantis arm as a cart to stop a running bull head-on.

Li Ru, who was leaning on the carriage, heard the red-faced sergeant shouting for command, and then saw that the ambush soldiers in front of him who were unable to dodge began to outflank from both sides, wanting to cut off the ox's leg with a sword from the side, and the bull also felt the obstacles and dangers ahead, although his coachman continued to spur, but the speed still slowed down a little.

"Rush over!"

Li Ru, whose robe was stained with blood and had lost his crown and belt, shouted out such a sentence at a critical moment, and he didn't know whether he was giving an order to the coachman, or cheering up the life-saving livestock, and the movements in his hands were not slow, and he took out a short dagger out of nowhere, grabbed the coachman's position, and stabbed it fiercely towards the buttocks of the cow, stabbing several times in one breath.

"Moo-"

The old bull who drove the car raised his head in pain and screamed miserably, and then seemed to incarnate a sudden iron horseman, and rushed towards the crowd in front of him with the horns of the bull.

The old cow's speed did not stop, whether it was Li Ru's guards or ambush soldiers in front, they were all knocked down and kicked out by the injured and galloping bull, and the ambush soldiers on both sides who originally wanted to cut the cow's legs couldn't catch up, the sword only slashed through the carriage, and the arrows shot at the coachman also lost their target and pierced into the thick wooden plank of the carriage.

At this time, after plowing a bloody path in the crowd, the bull continued to run non-stop, completely leaving everyone far behind the car.

The short dagger in Li Ru's hand didn't know where the bumps were discarded when he was charging and breaking through, he had already retracted into the carriage in advance, leaned back against the carriage, held down the wound with one hand, and held the carriage with the other, forcibly enduring the pain caused by the violent bumps and ups and downs of the ox cart, and his expression was hideous and terrifying.

When the catastrophe came, he would not care about the lives of the guards who obeyed his orders and resisted to the death, if it were not for the chauffeur to control the injured and frantically running bull, when he had just approached the coachman's position, Li Ru would not even hesitate to stab his coachman out of the cart first, so as to reduce the weight of the heavy ox cart.

Fortunately, all this has passed for the time being, and I have escaped again!

Listening to the sound of swords, bowstrings, fights, and shouts behind him, Li Ru, who was on the bumpy ox cart, breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time endured the sharp pain in his shoulders and forced himself to calm down as soon as possible.

Who the hell wants to kill themselves?

This is a problem. It's just that for a while, Li Ru could think of too many people, the guests of the famous Guanzhong clan who were suppressed, the old subordinates of Guo Yan who were killed, the protégés of the courtiers who were killed, and the assassins sent by his political enemies······

Li Ru knew that he was in a high position and power, and he had offended too many people, and in the entire Chang'an City, I don't know how many enemies wanted him to die miserably, and I didn't know how many "own people" coveted his status and wanted to replace him.

Since he couldn't judge the mastermind behind the ambush who dared to ambush him on the street, Li Ru felt that this Chang'an City was full of dangers for him who would easily lose his life.

After all, if a person who wants to kill himself can send an unknown number of "sergeants" to ambush him in the street during the day, then the follow-up means will never be limited to this.

Under the trade-off, Li Ru could only choose the least dangerous place in the city, and that was the mansion of the Great Sima Li Dao.

Although the sergeants who just wanted to ambush themselves claimed to be from Li Dao's camp, Li Ru didn't believe that his current position of power was obtained by relying on Li Dao, and if Li Dao wanted to kill himself, why bother to do more and get twice the result with half the effort.

On the contrary, in the province where he is located and where he works, there seems to be a high-walled compound and heavy guards, but the treacherous waves and open guns and hidden arrows in the meantime are enough to make Li Ru, who had just escaped in embarrassment, frightened and not risky enough.

"Quick, turn around and go to the Great Sima Mansion!"

Taking advantage of the sobriety in his mind, Li Ru endured the bumps and severe pain, and ordered the coachman in a row.

"Lord, go, I can't go."

The coachman's cramped voice sounded, which suddenly made Li Ru, who was already weak and collapsed, struggle again.

"Dead slave, do you want to disobey?"

"No, no, my lord, this beast, it, it can't control it!"

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Regardless of whether Yang Ding is procrastinating or cautious, whether he wants to regret it, or whether he is cowardly, he will raise troops to punish Li, it is already a matter that is ready to be sent and has to be sent.

Even Dong Cheng, who originally planned to sit and watch the situation, was finally won over by Song Guo, and now only Yang Ding is left standing out from the crowd, and in the face of the surging emotions, he can't stop it.

Unless, he wants to fight back and surrender to Li Dao.

But thinking of Li Wei's gloomy face with slightly trembling nasolabial folds, Yang Ding still extinguished this idea of killing himself after thinking about it again.

After Dong Cheng, Song Guo, and those ministers who secretly opposed Li Dao fell, the next one to die must be, and it can only be himself.

Therefore, this time, Yang Ding, Dong Cheng, and Song Guo in the Xiliang Army, plus their relatives Fu Wan and Shi Sun Rui's group of old ministers, could only reluctantly get together.

Dong Cheng took the soldiers and horses, followed Fu Wan and the courtiers to control the palace and arsenal, and Song Guo led the troops to attack the Great Sima Mansion under the response of Neiying, and he was responsible for sending troops to control the barracks and various city gates in the city.

Three people, in different directions, contact each other and launch at the same time. And the cautious Yang Ding also deliberately sent troops in advance to ambush Li Ru, who was likely to leave the palace.

So tonight, Chang'an City, which once came to a dark scene, will soon be lit up by the raging fire again!