In the darkness of the night, the speed of the carriage slowed down, and from time to time there was a terrible neighing sound. After a few incense sticks www.biquge.info carriage stopped, and the horse, which had been hit by a dozen arrows, fell into the street.

The evening breeze blew, and Lin Lan understood that the real sneak attack would only start now. The gun in his hand has been hidden in his sleeve, and his spirit is highly concentrated, a real assassin will not give you any chance to resist or shout, Lin Lan understands that he may usher in a vicious battle, and as for the probability of his victory, it may be very small.

The carriage was reinforced with iron sheets everywhere, including the bottom and top, and Lin Lan ordered the craftsman to add a compartment, if Fu Xiaodao was there, maybe the scene would not be so embarrassing. Now he was left to save his life on his own.

The curtain stirred slightly, and Lin Lan curled up in the corner as much as possible, so that the unknown danger from the windows on both sides would be reduced as much as possible.

Sou!

Lin Lan heard the sound of the arrow firing again, and this time, he could hear that it was shooting from the front! He leaned against the wall on the right, trying not to expose too much of himself.

With a buzz, the arrow hit the wooden board, and Lin Lan didn't say a word, and shot directly into the middle of the curtain.

Syllable!

The smell of gunpowder spread, Lin Lan turned the somewhat hot revolver, and reloaded the bullet, eight bullets, very precious, maybe the enemy outside is far more than eight, or perhaps, his shot, did not hit anyone at all, but a false shot is naturally effective, at least it can make some movement, so that these people who kill a thousand knives do not dare to act rashly, of course, Lin Lan is waiting for the arrival of the forbidden army in the city.

In Jingshi, there were assassins who dared to assassinate so blatantly, which was an incredible thing in itself, but what was even more terrifying was that the carriage had been running and neighing for so long, and not a single soldier had seen it, such a probability made Lin Lan faintly feel that this was a premeditated assassination.

Maybe it was because he killed an assassin, or maybe he was shocked by the sudden sound of gunshots, and after nearly ten breaths of silence, Lin Lan's nerves did not relax in the slightest, and the gun in his hand was aimed at the curtain.

Rumble!

The sudden tremor came from the roof of the car.

Before he could feel it, there was another boom.

"Fuck you uncle!"

Lin Lan felt that someone was smashing the roof of the car with a hammer.

Lin Lan fired a shot directly upward. He didn't dare to make sure that the bullet would penetrate the iron plate, but when he finished firing the gun and was changing the chamber, the impact actually stopped.

Not!

There was a muffled grunt, followed by a heavy fall. It was as if the body had fallen on the roof of the car and tumbled to the ground. Lin Lan frowned, even more suspicious. The gun he fired from below, passing through the iron plate, even if it penetrated, it could not have such power, the person on the roof of the car also shouted more or less, but no such sound came.

Lin Lan pulled the corpse lying in the carriage, which had been shot into a sieve by arrows.

"Brother, I'm sorry!"

He held the driver's body in front of him, leaning on both sides of the carriage panels to form a closed triangle, which minimized the area of his injuries. "Fuck your uncle, if you don't die this time, when you go out in the future, Lao Tzu will hire a hundred bodyguards, a hundred!"

The arrow seemed to have eyes this time, and shot in through the curtain and directly into the corpse of the coachman, Lin Lan felt it, because it splashed the blood on his face.

The black shadow outside the curtain flashed again, and Lin Lan suddenly shot again, this time, Lin Lan clearly felt that this shot had hit.

"Shhh......h

After three shots were fired in quick succession, the chamber was already a little hot. Lin Lan glanced at the roof of the car, it was already a little dented, and the worst thing was that the roof was not a finished iron plate, but a spliced arch, as long as it was stepped on a few more times, it was estimated that it would collapse directly.

The arrows fell on the corpses, on the wooden boards, and some of them seemed to have eyes, and they grazed past Lin Lan's ears, scraping a bloody mark on his face.

Lin Lan didn't shoot again, and the number of arrows made it clear that the enemy couldn't have only three or two, maybe as many as two digits, in this case, shooting indiscriminately might mean that Lin Lan would have less time to live.

Rumble!

There was another loud bang, and the roof was cracked. However, this time, before Lin Lan could shoot, the assassin above fell down again and fell to the ground. Although Lin Lan couldn't see it, he could tell it from the sound of the voice.

"Damn, Lao Tzu is so popular? Two waves of assassins? ”

Obviously, this wave of archery, and this wave of melee hand-to-hand combat, are two groups of people.

Since there are two groups of people, they are naturally in charge of their own affairs, and they are in charge of the life and death of the other party.

The sound of the arrows was quieter. Lin Lan frowned, and vigilantly passed the gun under the armpit of the coachman's corpse. Waiting for the moment of life and death, even if you die, you have to pull a cushion.

The arrows disappeared, and the silence around them was somewhat terrifying. Lin Lan felt that the blood on his face was gradually drying out, and it was stuck on his face, as if he had put a layer on it.

The curtain suddenly opened.

Lin Lan's pupils shrank, and the moment his finger pulled the trigger, a thin knife stabbed over quickly, slashed at the muzzle, and instantly picked up the revolver in Lin Lan's hand and flew into the carriage.

"Fuck you, I'm fighting with you!" Lin Lan was on the verge of death, so he was naturally unwilling to die in the car like this, pushing the body towards the man in black, holding an arrow in his hand, and stabbing at the man's throat.

The knife seemed to pause in the air for a moment, and then playfully flicked the white wax polished arrow in Lin Lan's hand left and right, and by the time the arrow in Lin Lan's hand touched the man in black, it had already become a short piece of wood.

"Sir, I said that your gun, no matter how fast it is, it can't be faster than my knife, look."

When the familiar voice came into Lin Lan's ears, Lin Lan, who was highly nervous, finally felt relieved, and fell in a pool of blood panting: "Fu Xiaodao, I didn't fucking let you go!" ”

Fu Xiaodao picked up Lin Lan and said, "If I don't protect you, there is a chance that you will have to explain here today." ”

Lin Lan hadn't tasted the thrill of escaping death for a long time, this feeling of a fast heartbeat, a line between life and death, naturally didn't want to have another time.

"Don't brag, without you, Lao Tzu can survive."

Fu Xiaodao smiled: "What kind of work?" There are eight powerful men outside, and thirteen archers, if it weren't for the fact that these two groups of people are not coordinated and distracted, I am not sure that I will save you from their hands. ”

Lin Lan did not answer, but lay quietly. He was waiting, waiting for someone who should have appeared, but had not yet arrived.

(To be continued.) )