Poof, a muffled sound!

Like a sharp metal thorn stabbing into dozens of stacked sheets of wet paper, the feathered arrow plunged into the chest of one of the guards by the luxurious carriage, and the bearded but still young man collapsed on his bleeding chest.

At the moment when Ning Que shouted out the enemy attack, the well-trained princess guards reacted quickly. The guard bravely jumped on the wheel of the carriage and blocked the window of His Highness's carriage, he did not know where the feathered arrow would go, he only knew that His Highness in the carriage must be the enemy's first target, and he must not let His Highness's life be threatened in the slightest.

The brave squire was right, and the price he paid was his own young life.

"Enemy attack!"

"Protect Your Highness!"

"Stand on the shield!"

The guards roared in rage and shock.

Countless arrows were thrown out from the depths of the dense forest like a torrential rain, swishing, and the sound of the whistling wind disappeared in an instant, which was particularly terrifying.

Ning Que, who was still some distance away from the round car formation, fell down for the first time, and while falling, he did not forget to knock down Sang Sang and the maid who ran out of the tent with him.

Falling heavily in the woodland, because the ground was cushioned with hundreds of thousands of years of rotten leaf pine leaves in the North Mountain Road, he didn't feel much pain, his face was against the slightly cool leaves, listening to the dense sound of arrows breaking through the air in front of him, listening to the occasional sound of arrows passing over his head, silently counting the number of archers and the number of arrows used by the opponent.

All around the Beishan crossing were the angry and anxious shouts of the guards, the sound of arming orders, and the sound of extremely heavy shields, and those large shields composed of carriage boards at zero hour were forcefully inserted into the edge of the wheels by the guards, which played a great role.

Duh!

The feathered arrows plunged into the improvised wooden shield, making a dull crash like a war drum, but it was denser and more terrifying than the craziest war drums, and from time to time an arrow struck the guards along the gaps in the improvised wooden shield, causing a muffled snort, and the horses that were unfortunate enough to be shot were not as fierce and strong as the imperial men, and fell to the ground in pain and rolled and screamed.

The sound of arrows breaking through the air, arrows in wooden shields, the muffled snorts of people, and the mournful screams of horses all mingled together, turning the camp, which had previously been shrouded in the warm twilight of singing and laughter, into a Shura hell.

Shout!

A feather arrow shot fiercely into the mud less than half a foot in front of Ning Que's body, and the splashed earth and gravel hit his face, instantly showing red marks, but the expression on his face did not change in the slightest, quietly prostrate on the rotten leaf pine needles, his eyes penetrated the gap between the leaves, crossed the arrow shaft, and looked at the north mountain road facing south in the distance.

The other party did not choose to attack in the dense forest of Beishan Road, nor did he choose to attack at night, but chose to start in the evening when the convoy had just arrived at the Beishan Road crossing, even if Ning Que had some natural intuition about danger since he was a child, he still didn't think of this.

Evening is the time when people are most likely to relax and have the weakest sense of defense, and the convoy will inevitably relax a little at the sight of the meeting force of Gushan County, and these enemies must have taken advantage of this.

Vaguely seeing that there were already many dense figures in the dense forests on both sides of the North Mountain Road, Tong Guò had calculated the density of arrows and could see at this time, he roughly judged that the number of enemies was about sixty.

After all, it is in the territory of Datang, and it is the fourth princess who the emperor wants to assassinate, whether it is for the sake of secrecy before or after the fact, the other party cannot use the real army, and can only choose the most loyal dead soldiers.

Since it is a dead soldier, the number of people is naturally not too many, but Ning Que knows very well that fighting on the battlefield is never the more powerful the more people there are, on the contrary, a team composed of all dead soldiers who are not afraid of death is the most difficult to deal with.

The big man of the empire arranged such an earth-shattering assassination, in addition to using the dead, he might even ask the cultivators to take action, thinking that he might see the battle between those strong men on the battlefield today, Ning Que had a certain excitement in his heart for some reason, and immediately felt unprecedented fear.

"It's bad luck. He muttered, turned his head to look at the servant girl beside him, and found that the little lady had a panic in her eyes at the beginning, but she quickly calmed down, and couldn't help but silently approve in her heart.

The enemies in the dense forests on both sides had already poured out, and the men in the uniforms of the gray Pu Tang Army were not masked, wielding standard steel knives in their hands, and rushed forward at high speed like wolves, since they did not hide their identities, it was obvious that one side would be slaughtered completely.

The fierce barbarians around the convoy were horse thieves subdued by Her Royal Highness the princess on the grassland, and they had already been stimulated by the previous rain of arrows, some of them raised their short bows and began to shoot at a rapid burst, and some of them screamed and pulled out their scimitars at their waists to meet them.

A fierce blade collision sound suddenly sounded at the Beishan crossing, and people on both sides fell down from time to time in the muffled roar, the tip of the knife stabbed into the chest and abdomen, the blade cut the throat, and blood sprayed out from the men's bodies, drenching the already wet red fallen leaves.

The battle entered the most tragic stage at the beginning, but no one retreated, no one turned and fled, and the competition was not only martial arts and killing skills, but also the strong fighting spirit that dared to shed blood.

Those steppe barbarians loyal to the princess were extremely skilled in archery, brave and not panicked, and instantly suppressed the enemy's incoming momentum, and from time to time a figure fell down in the dense forest, and the barbarians screamed and counterattacked, gradually controlling the woodland around the car formation, and although they were brave, they were still cautious, and did not blindly expand their positions.

No matter from which point of view, the tactical choice of these steppe barbarian guards was very correct, at least in Ning Que's opinion, so he was very puzzled why the expression of the servant girl beside him became more and more solemn and gloomy, as if he was worried about something.

After all, these brave steppe barbarians had never experienced the terrible battles of the Central Plains, and she thought about it worriedly, gritting her teeth fiercely and preparing to stand up.

Ning Que would not let her expose her body, thus putting herself and Sang Sang in a terrible situation, and her right hand clenched into a fist and swung the crook of her leg, causing her to fall down again.

"What are you going to do!"

The handmaiden stared angrily into his eyes, and her right hand was quietly and slowly stretched to her waist.

Ning Que looked at the battlefield intently, ignoring her questioning at all, when he noticed the picture in the car formation, he thought of a possibility, and couldn't help but feel a slight coldness in his body.

The battle at the Beishan crossing was tragic, and there was a strange silence in the car array, and the dozen or so elite guards of the Tang Dynasty who should have been married to the grassland were half-kneeling around the two carriages like a dozen stone sculptures.

In front of a carriage, the gentle old man in his old robe was sitting with his eyes closed, facing the depths of the dense forest that were getting darker and darker under the protection of the guards.

Ning Que licked his numb lips nervously, stretched out his hand to Sang Sang, and a lot of sweat appeared in his palm, wet.

Sang Sang glanced at him, handed over the bow and arrow in his hand, and then slowly and silently untied the black umbrella behind his back and quietly placed it on the fallen leaves beside him.

......

......

The battle continued, and there was a car formation between the three of them and the tragic battlefield, and it seemed that the battle between those grassland barbarians and those dead soldiers would not affect here in a short time, but for some reason, Ning Que felt unprecedented tension, and the sweat between his palm and the bow and rope gradually dried up at some point.

More than a dozen guards beside the carriage who were half-kneeling on the ground like stone sculptures looked coldly at the depths of the dense forest, their slightly dark faces were full of determination and calm, although they were vigilant but not fearless.

These dozen or so Tang guards were born in the Chang'an Yulin Army, and they were specially selected to enter the grassland as the dowry of the four princesses, and they were the most elite members of the military, but in today's battle outside the Beishan Pass, their appearance was a little strange.

When the rain of arrows came from the depths of the Grey Forest, they quickly formed a circular defensive formation, silently hiding behind their shields, and when the enemy's dead attacked with blood, they remained motionless and remained in this position, ignoring the fierce fighting that was taking place around them.

From time to time, the steppe barbarians of the same camp died in front of their eyes, and from time to time there were inanimate bodies crashing into the car formation with a dull crashing sound, they didn't even blink their eyelashes, they always stared at the depths of the dense forest with an indifferent face, their hearts and bodies were like steel rocks.

The guards knelt on one knee above the fallen leaves, they were wearing cotton shirts, the corners of which could be faintly seen, their right hands stretched out behind their backs, grasping the hilt of their swords diagonally upward, and staring indifferently ahead, surrounding the two carriages behind them.

One carriage was gorgeously silent, and in front of the other, the only old gentleman in the line, sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, very relaxed, with a sword lying horizontally on his lap. The scabbard was tattered and old, like an old man's robe.

The guards stood around the old man with expressionless faces, as if they could not see the fighting around them, could not hear the shouts, and occasionally the enemy was about to break into their defensive circle, and only then would one of the guards draw his sword and throw himself into the kill.

Because they were outnumbered, the guards who came out quickly fell into bloody battles, but even so, the rest of the guards were unmoved, and they didn't even blink their eyelashes, and still refused to leave the old man half a step.

Ning Que didn't know why the guards were like this, and he didn't know what was hidden among the gray leaves that the guards were watching vigilantly, but he knew that there must be a great terror there.

Vaguely guessing what would happen, the reality of the coming world of the gorgeous and cold new world made his emotions extremely tense, his scalp was a little numb, and his middle index finger kept silently rubbing the bowstring, and after a while, his breathing became strangely slow, and the expression on his face was even calmer and more calm than before.

The fear of waiting for the unknown danger made the atmosphere in the field extremely depressing, and the sound of fierce fighting and blade collision around the car formation seemed to disappear.

At the critical moment of tension, the window of the gorgeous carriage was pushed open with a creak, and a beautiful young woman poked her head out, her hair slightly down, and her face slightly worried.

Without waiting for her to say anything, the cold-faced head of the guard next to the carriage whispered to His Highness to be careful, and quickly reached out to close the window and blocked her back, although his expression was respectful, but perhaps because of the tense situation, his actions were a little rude.