Chapter 408: The dog jumps off the wall in a hurry

In the blink of an eye, night had fallen, Chen Baichuan was no different from usual, and his heart was a little bored, so he waited for the bright moon in the courtyard, which was also breathable. The courtyard is only separated by a wall.

Whew—

The husband struck the gong, and the sound of gold and iron clashing echoed in the dead of night, and the ripples of sound rippled in mid-air that was not seen by the human eye. The street where Chen Baichuan was located was only separated by a wall, and the sound was clearer and even harsh.

He smiled bitterly and rubbed his ears, thinking about things just now, he couldn't help but fall into a trance, and when the gong sounded, Yu Wei still made his ears a little numb.

"It's been a day."

The first watch day is at seven or eight o'clock in the night, for the people who lie down in the bed as soon as the night comes, this hour is not early, no wonder it is quiet inside and out. The rest of the Chen Mansion also seemed to have gone to bed early, and the only sounds in their ears were insects chirping, dogs barking, wild cats making noise, and no one was silent.

The light emitted by a lamp on the stone table was of course insignificant compared to the night, so that Chen Baichuan's vision became more and more blurred. This lamp was brought and put down last night, and I don't know which sloppy servant forgot to add oil. The wick is short, too, and the faint light is fainter even more. The autumn night wind should not be underestimated, a few gusts of wind blowing, the lights are swaying, and the black shadow that leads Chen Baichuan on the stone slab is also restless.

"Forget it, I can only go back to the room. Besides, if you read by an oil lamp at night, you will be blind sooner or later. It's not that simple to have a pair of eyes, and my handsome and domineering face will be ugly because of the extra eye frame. ”

Chen Baichuan chattered, when no one was around, he was able to put down his usual shelves and say crazy words that even others couldn't understand.

Is there really no one around, Chen Baichuan smiled at the corner of his mouth when he stood up.

He seemed to remember the night in the imperial capital of Daheng, an extremely familiar scene. The killing sword washed the wine on a moonlit night, and the wine washing sword lay under the stone table, the only pity is that the moon is not bright tonight, and Chen Baichuan's memories are not perfect.

Sword, unsheathed.

Blocking two arrows, two more arrows broke through the air and attacked.

Chen Baichuan took a sword to block it, and then searched for it in the direction where the arrow flew, and sure enough, he found that there were two black-clothed people in the corner of the shadow, well hidden in the night. Even the sound of their breathing was steady and soft, if it weren't for the arrows, Chen Baichuan might not have noticed.

The two well-trained assassins, of course, could not only hurt people with hidden arrows, and when they realized that their whereabouts were exposed, they dropped their longbows and drew their swords from their waists. There were still lights in the courtyard, and when the sword was drawn, it was cold and yellow, and it was still yellow with candles. However, this yellow is not warm, but like a poisonous snake spitting letters, with a bloody smell of yellow.

The wine washing sword is nothing more than a steel long sword, ordinary, but extraordinary. The mountain is not high, there are immortals, and the wine washing sword is an ordinary long sword, but because of the person holding the sword, it has become extraordinary.

The body of the sword is flattened and sharper, and when it cuts the skin of the throat, it is like cutting tofu, all in one go. There seems to be a strange sense of beauty mixed in between the clouds and water, and even when the blood flows from the wound, the smell of the air is strangely sweet.

Kill.

Kill.

Chen Baichuan muttered silently twice, and the two corpses fell to the ground and smashed on the grass. The corpse said that it was a corpse, and the two of them were actually not completely dead, their eyes widened, as if they did not expect Chen Baichuan's superb martial arts. It was so superb that it was almost a face-to-face, and it took their lives.

The reason why they are said to be corpses is that they will not move, and second, because they die quickly. Fast means that the time is not long, a person with few lives, of course, there are no loud footsteps.

Chen Baichuan was surprised why the enemy hiding in the shadows suddenly attacked undisguisedly, he didn't have time to suspect, and with a swing of his long sword, he slashed away from the knife swung by the enemy.

There was only one light in the courtyard, and then the light was dim, and Chen Baichuan noticed that the wall of the courtyard was being climbed. The footsteps of the landing were very abrupt in the night when no one was speechless, and I didn't count them one by one, but I also knew that there were not a few people. The enemies around me are already difficult to entangle, and if more people are entangled, I am afraid it will be difficult to get out unharmed. Chen Baichuan frowned slightly, but an arrow suddenly flew to his ear.

Thankfully, it was his head sideways, and the arrow only flew in his ears, cutting a few broken hairs short.

Chen Baichuan's brows furrowed even tighter, he understood the enemy's conspiracy, or tactics. I'm afraid that the footsteps he heard were all deliberately productive, and the footsteps were just to cover up the cold arrows in the shadows.

It's just that it's the same as when it was in the Daheng Imperial Capital, and it's not the same. Chen Baichuan is still not alone this time, he is still protected by many people. The difference is that this time the enemy is more than one Qingfeng Sword, and the people who are fighting side by side with Chen Baichuan are also stronger.

"Bang."

The musket seemed to be difficult to aim at people in the dark, but fortunately there was a faint light in the courtyard, and the figure dressed in black was very conspicuous in the light range.

With a bang, a corpse fell to the stone slab. No one paid attention to the dull sound of flesh falling on the stone slab, and the aftermath of the gunfire still lingered in the ears of the black-clad assassins.

To this day, muskets are still a rarity in Chen Guozhong. Except for the soldiers in the army, not many people have really seen its face and power. It is for this reason that the musket is even more powerful.

The assassins were walking on the blade, and the fall of one of their companions did not cause them to panic for too long. Some of them still besieged Chen Baichuan, while others turned around and tried to find the reason for their accomplice's fall. They soon fell.

The guards of the Chen Mansion had no intention of hiding, and dozens of people came out of the darkness with muskets in their hands. Afraid of accidentally injuring Chen Baichuan, they did not dare to fire a salvo, so they could only aim at the enemy from a distance.

Obviously, the enemy did not understand the horror of the musket, and rushed towards the guards of the Chen Mansion like an archer.

"Bang bang."

The gunfire was incessant, and the tongues of fire were snorting. When the Assassins were finally able to get close to the guards, the swords-wielding guards burst out at either end. The long knife has no eyes, and the knife is almost deadly. The battle was soon over.

Chen Baichuan's side also gradually came to an end, after the guards of the Chen Mansion joined the battle, Chen Baichuan, who was originally downwind, did not know how many people's throats were pierced by the tip of the sword.

The ground was littered with corpses.

The people of the Chen Mansion had already been awakened, but there were people outside the courtyard who stopped them, and curious people couldn't get in. Chen Baichuan slashed the last enemy and put away the wine washing sword, oh no, he forgot the last process.

The wine was poured on the wine washing sword with cold moonlight, flushing away the blood on the sword.

The blade of the sword regains its cold glow.

Chen Baichuan put away his sword at this time, and the husband had not yet sounded the gong of the second watch. The night was long, and it was finally time to pass the time.