Yang Changlun, the guard who was standing a few steps behind Yang Wen, had been paying attention since the small boat was moving slowly from walking on the opposite shore to moving this way. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info On the riverbank on this side, except for Yang Wen and others, there are no other idle people. Moreover, more than 20 of his own people were wearing the uniforms of Yang Wen's personal guards, and casual people could see from a distance that they were all Yang Wen's personal guards. Under normal circumstances, ordinary soldiers and civilians would not get so close to each other for no reason to avoid unnecessary trouble.

The entire Jiang'an knew that assassins had been assassinating Lord Yang from time to time recently, and the bold ones joined the ranks of searching for assassins out of righteous indignation; The timid ones avoided Lord Yang when they saw it, so as not to suffer unwarranted disasters. The three men in the small boat not only did not stay away, but got closer and closer as if nothing happened. If they are not ignorant and arrogant people with eyes and beads, they are Jianghu people with martial arts and are not afraid of things, and they are most likely to have other plans.

Yang Changlun saw that the boat had come more than 20 zhang away, and saw that the three people were just looking in the direction of the river, or discussing with each other, and did not glance at the embankment, and the expressions on their faces were calm. I couldn't help but have some doubts in my heart, whether I was too suspicious, so I whispered to another guard, Liu Zhanzhong: "Brother Liu, be careful to protect the beach by the river, I will dissuade that boat." ”

Yang Changlun quickly grabbed the right side of Yang Wen's body, blocked the direction between the boat and Yang Wen, put his right hand on the hilt of the sword hanging on his left waist, raised his left hand to signal the boat to stop, and shouted: "Listen to the old man on the boat, Lord Yang Wen and Yang are patrolling here, you go farther to the other side of the river." Please forgive me! ”

The middle-aged sister-in-law on the boat stood up and replied loudly: "This military master, let's go back to the other side." ”

After saying this, the middle-aged sister-in-law and the old man leaned down together, lifted the open coat on the boat, as if they were going to take out something.

At this time, a whistle sounded in the direction of the small pier, and an anxious voice full of strength came: "Zhan Zhong and Changlun beware of the assassins in the river!" ”

Yang Changlun's heart tightened, he pulled out his long sword with a "bang", looked up and glanced around, and shouted: "Be careful, adults!" ”。 Out of the corner of his eye, he looked over the dock, and thirteen horsemen rushed up to the small dock, turning their horses around and running towards it.

The old man and the middle-aged woman on the boat stood up on the ground, already holding bows and arrows in their hands. Yang Changlun's voice fell, and he saw that the old man and the middle-aged woman on the boat had pulled out their bows, and the arrows on the bows were blue, showing that the arrows were highly poisonous.

When the pro-soldiers on the periphery heard the whistling, they didn't waste time at all, and immediately shrank the protective ring. Three other good players came out of the crowd and flew towards where Yang Wen was standing.

Liu Zhanzhong was originally out of the sheath and looked around vigilantly, and when he heard Yang Changlun's shout, he immediately raised his skills, and moved to Yang Changlun's side in the face of the river beach.

The two arrows came five feet apart, and Yang Changlun barely saw the flash of the two-star metal with enough eyesight. The two blue cold stars that came at a rapid pace were too fast, and Yang Changlun couldn't estimate the correct speed. He didn't have time to think about it, he twisted his sword with all his might, and slashed at the way of the arrow, regardless of whether it was useful or not.

There was a soft sound of "pounce", and it was hit. After Yang Changlun struck this arrow, his body was shocked by the force on the arrow and took two steps back. Although his sword slash did not hit the arrow, he finally slashed off the shaft of the arrow, which was slightly off-angle due to the impact of the split.

Liu Zhanzhong, who was five steps behind, had already arrived at the position of this side, and he also saw the cold star coming from ****, and he didn't have time to react more, so he instinctively put the single knife upright, and blocked the plane of the single knife in front of his chest and abdomen. There was a sound on the ground, and coincidentally, the arrow shot on the plane of the single knife, and the iron-cast arrow was broken into five or six pieces, and together with the shaft of the arrow, it slid through the single knife and flew out obliquely.

Liu Zhanzhong's wrist holding the knife was sore, and his eyes were dark. It seemed that an iron plate had pressed over, his forehead ached, and his nose was sore, and it turned out to be a single knife protecting the front door, and he was hit in the face by the impact of an arrow. The body couldn't stand this force, "Tong, Tong, Tong" took three steps back, and before he could stand firmly, he pressed the palm of one hand behind his back to resist his retreat.

This palm was stretched out by Yang Wen, who was standing behind Liu Zhanzhong, his right palm resisted Liu Zhanzhong's retreating momentum, and his left hand grabbed Liu Zhanzhong's left shoulder and pulled it to the side, and said in a deep voice: "Fall!" ”

Before they could hit the ground, two more arrows flew past where they had been standing, whistling away into the distance, and then they both fell sideways on the river bank at the same time.

It was only then that the sharp roar of arrows flying at high speed and the sound of a bowstring "buzzing" were heard in everyone's ears.

When the young man in the dinghy heard Yang Changlun asking them to leave, he stroked the sculls a few times to bring the boat closer to Yang Wen. When the old man and the woman had shot the arrows, they grabbed the simple knife that they had picked up with their feet, and jumped up and threw themselves on the shore.

The old man and the woman quickly drew a second arrow from their belts and shot their bows, but after the arrow was fired, they realized that Yang Wen and the guard were out of shape, and these two arrows could not pose a threat to Yang Wen and the others at all. The old man and the woman dropped their bows, and quickly grabbed the long sword at their feet and leaped to the shore.

There was a sharp sound of horses' hooves on the riverbank, and more than a dozen horses reached about 100 zhang. The sharp-eyed people in Yang Wen's guards had already seen that the people on these more than ten horses were all carrying weapons such as swords, guns, and sticks, some wearing samurai uniforms, some wearing strong suits, and even monks and Taoist priests. These people were the martial arts masters who came to protect Yang Wen spontaneously, and for some reason they just arrived here at this critical juncture.

The guards shrank the defensive circle to two zhang away from Yang Wen, and the long sword in the hands of Yang Changlun outside the circle fought with the young man's Pu knife, and the three guards who rushed from the periphery also met the old man and the middle-aged woman who had just landed on the shore.

While most of the attention was drawn to the seven men in the fight, a man appeared on the beach on the other side of the river, holding a musical instrument in both hands to his lips and whining. At first, the music is low and enthusiastic, making people feel as if they are in the middle of a vast desert of sand.

None of these people brought by Yang Wen had ever heard this strange instrumental sound, and they were at a loss. It was the same voice again: "Hu Ji, this is the signal of the Mongolian Tatars to make a move." ”

When the sound of the beard sounded, four clouds of sand and dust suddenly rose like an explosion in the originally empty sand on this embankment, and four black figures jumped out of the sand and brought up the dust. These four people were all wrapped in black clothes, and they rushed quickly towards where Yang Wen was, and when they were five or six zhang away, they raised their hands together, and continuously shot out all kinds of strange-shaped hidden weapons.

The four small boats fishing in the river, the fisherman who cast the net threw away the net and rowed the oars, and the boat rowed towards Yang Wen and the others at a very fast speed. (To be continued.) )