Chapter 8: Shock

The sneak attack began in the middle of the night, and more than a dozen guards were cut by black-clad men in night suits, with only their eyes exposed, and sharp knives in their hands, and they didn't even have time to sound an alarm. When a large number of men in black went deep into the tent. The panicked guards searched for their weapons in the thick smoke and were cut down to the ground one by one. Only the eight red-clothed guards kept their swords on their bodies and stayed outside the princess's tent at night, so that they stabilized their position.

Wen Shi cringed and hid in the big tent and refused to come out. Looking at his poor appearance, Yang Yi returned his hand and shot an arrow through his thigh, and Wen Shichang, who was firmly nailed to the ground by the sharp arrow and couldn't get up, let out an oozing scream. More and more guards with torches gradually approached the princess's tent, and the men in black continued to enter the circle.

"Where's the envoy?" Li Lan shouted loudly, forcing back a man in black with one move, and scolded in his heart, damn, where are so many good players!

"I don't know, what should I do now?" No sooner had one soldier drawn his saber into the enemy's chest than he was struck by an arrow.

"Master Wushi must be entangled and can't get out, you can get an idea first." Yang Yi's face was covered with blood, not only his but also his face.

"Everybody is close to the main tent! Archer cover! A voice shouted in the distance, mixed with four or five screams. It's the military envoy! Li Lan exclaimed, and was about to rush out, only to see a horse rushing in front of him. Tightly reined in the horse, the front hooves of the war horse were raised high, and the man on the horse's back fell.

Bo Yan had already splashed blood all over his face, the right hand holding the sword was still bleeding outward, none of the light armor on his body was intact, the huge wounds on his back and shoulders were shocking, the two severed arrows were exposed, and with his breath trembling slightly, the steel knife in his left hand had been curled.

Throwing away the steel knife, Bo Yan followed closely, and before he had time to report, he stepped into the princess's account, "What about the princess?" ”

Kyaukyue was taken aback by his appearance, let him put on a suit of light armor, looked at him busy in front of him, looked at the resolute face, and gradually calmed down - as long as he was by his side, his heart was much more settled. The blood stained the rich carpet, "I'll help you bandage it." Kyaukyue stretched out her slender hand, ready to wrap the brocade handkerchief embroidered with clear water reflecting the moon in the wound.

"No time" hand, was rudely pushed away. The cold feeling when the two hands touched made Bo Yan's heart tremble. It was these hands that had helped him bandage countless wounds in the past; It is also these hands, which are unusually cold in winter, warmed by their own rough hands. At some point, the two hands also touched each other unintentionally in this way—and after that, they never parted again.

"Lord Envoy, I'm afraid we won't be able to stand it." The scarred herald propped his sword to the ground and knelt down on one knee, "Please make a decision sooner." In the light, it was a fifteen-year-old boy, and under the thick eyebrows was a deep knife wound on his face. Looking at the childish face that was still on his knees, Bo Yan made up his mind: "Li Lan, Yang Yi, you take your personal guards to escort the princess to break through from the west. The rest, let me cut it off. ”

"Lord Envoy, it's also my Li Lan's business to break off, so you should take the princess away." Li Lan knelt down, Bo Yan's eyes were bloody: "It's against you?!" Listen to yours or listen to mine? He kicked him out of the tent, "Go now!" ”

Looking at the few horses in the distance, Bo Yan breathed a sigh of relief. I estimated it in my heart, although most of them were porters carrying dowries, but the accompanying guards were all selected from the forbidden army, and they could be beaten without being able to fight back, and it seemed that the enemy was not weak. Damn, when did the world become so unpeaceful?

One last glance at the haunting figure was that she was dressed in very incongruous light armor, riding on a horse with her maid. The wind blew away her long hair, the soft ends brushing her fair cheeks, her panicked face struggling to suppress fear, the only image in his eyes in the firelight.

The shouts of killing from the west attracted the attention of the enemy, and with a few whistles, a large number of men in black began to outflank them to the west.

Bo Yan rushed forward without a sound, and the soldiers around him rushed out together. Blood, sprinkled on the desolate land; More fighters, falling to the ground, never got up again. Without Li Lan, the pressure on their team increased greatly, but no one gave in, and no one begged to surrender. Everyone silently clenched the weapons in their hands and slashed hard. Kill, kill, kill! The brutal battle made only one word put in my mind. There was no declaration of death, no parting words, and a small number of soldiers generously went to death.

The shouting and killing behind him faded away. Look at the people who are bathed in blood in the firelight. Bo Yan's heartache was bursting, it was he who brought these young faces to death. In the thick smoke, he saw the herald just now. The thick-eyed peasant kid, a steel knife slashed on the armor, the knife broke, he rushed up, and stuck the opponent's neck with all his might, the other party couldn't break free, pulled out the dagger and stabbed him desperately.

A knife·· Two knives·· Three-knife ······ I don't remember how many knives there were, I don't remember how many men's blood spurted out, I only saw that honest face, and I actually showed a faint smile. Until death, his hand did not let go, and the two warm corpses stood quietly on the battlefield, as if telling the loyalty and honor of the soldiers.

The black-clothed men, who were several times their size, surrounded the remaining dozen or so people. Clusters of arrows with blue light pointed straight at them. There was no commotion in the quiet confrontation, only the crackling of burning wood could be heard.

The sword bent to support the ground, Bo Yan, who had lost a lot of blood, could not support it for a long time, if it wasn't for biting the tip of his tongue and trying to maintain a little clarity on the spiritual platform, he would have fallen to the ground.

"If you surrender to me, you will not die." A soft voice sounded through the torches of the other party, and a masked man who was surrounded by a group walked out. Bo Yan, whose vision had begun to blur, tried to see who the other party was, but he could only see a halo of torches.

"The sound is pretty good······

It was the last thought before falling to the ground.