"If we enter the North Mountain Road and are about to escape, how will you ask the old man your question?" Sang Sang asked depressedly.

"Life is the most important thing." Ning Que lowered his head while sharpening his sword and said, "If we can go to Chang'an, then there will always be a chance to learn." On the contrary, if we die because of these idiots, it is completely impossible.

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It was warmer when traveling to the south. Often, the picturesque scenery outside the carriage window comes to life and is full of greenery. But as the troops marched towards Minshan, the wavy green grasslands around them vanished, giving way to tall trees that began to loom from the side of the road. Their leaves are not very green, but they look like the end of winter.

As the temperature dropped, an anxious and oppressive air enveloped the troops. Everyone understands that taking her down in Minshan between the frontier fortress and the county seat will be the last chance for the boss of Chang'an City to intercept the princess and return to the capital safely.

The troops marched resolutely and cautiously for several days, and finally reached the periphery of the North Mountain Road. The sight deep in the forest relieved many exhausted travelers, but Ning Que was worried.

Spending most of her time in the second carriage, the comedy maid did not find the opportunity to visit Sangsang as she had before. But on this day, when she got off the carriage at dusk, she was smiling.

Before leaving the steppe, she had already sent an emissary to the Imperial Territory. Even if the army would not reach Chang'an soon, the emperor would not have ordered the army to bring her back so quickly, but the envoy had enough time to contact the subordinates loyal to her.

Ten days ago, after receiving an urgent reply from the Gushan Command, she did not hesitate to march to the Beishan Road. She believed that Hua Shanye, the young senior captain, would approach the south gate of Beishan Road.

Although she had left Don a year ago, she still firmly believed that those who had been loyal in the past would be loyal to her again. Of course, someone has become the Kankan of the woman in the palace, and she still trusts Hua Shanyue, because ...... He looked at her with such tenderness.

At sunset, the troops stopped and set up camp 15 kilometres from the designated site. In any case, it was so dangerous to walk through the dense forest in the darkness of the night, that even her closest bodyguards advised her to wait for Hua Shanyue's army on the North Mountain Road.

She is thinking about the idea. She laughed again, for both she and little Wilder were safe now. After such a long journey, singing and laughter quietly sounded in the camp.

In the midst of the gloom, a rudimentary tent was erected outside the carriage circle, consisting of five carriages and a boxcar. Even the leading bodyguard questioned the situation earlier, and the tent owner insisted on staying outside.

"We stay away from their carriages, just in case something bad happens?"

Ning Que explained sarcastically. He asked Sangsang to tie it with a straw rope and tied the rope into a beautiful little flower.

Sangsang raised his head, looked at his new bearded chin, and asked, "If we run away, what about them?"

Ning Que turned his head while checking the bow of the boat to see if it was affected by the dampness. Looking at the little black face of the maidservant, she was silent for a while and then replied, "You may have forgotten what happened when we were children, but I haven't forgotten.

"I saved you from digging in the pile of corpses. I, I've experienced some tragic things that normal people can't imagine.

"Sangsan, you have to always remember that. Life is hard for us... We try our best to live in this world. Since we are alive now, we cannot be killed easily.

After saying this, Ning Que didn't explain again. He put the sharp sword back in its sheath and tied it with a rope. Then he carried them safely on his back.

Sangsang didn't ask much, she began to silently clean up with her little hands, checking that each arrow was straight enough. She admitted that when dusk came, it was the moment to escape with Ning Que. She wasn't afraid, because when she was a child, she had experienced so many night journeys through the forest on Ning Que's back.

At this moment, Ning Que's hand froze on the scabbard.

A hand lifted the curtain of the dignified tent, and the maid walked in. When she saw what was happening in the tent, her smile immediately disappeared.

She wanted to talk to Sangsang, but what she saw was the master and his maid packing their bags. She gestured to them as they planned to leave now.

"What are you doing?" She stared at Ning Que coldly. "It's suspicious that you're doing this at the moment."

After a moment of silence, Ning Que smiled and was about to explain. However, his ears trembled slightly, and then his dimples disappeared - he looked more serious than ever. With three swords on his back at once, he rudely pushed the maid away and walked out of the tent.

The camp is located just outside the North Mountain Road, cosy and cozy, without forest cover, bathed in the last bit of twilight. However, at the moment, it is covered in blood red.

The spring wind makes a roaring or crying sound through the vibrant forest. Ning Que frowned and looked into the depths of the forest, listening to the warning in the wind, he suddenly screamed. "The enemy is attacking!"

A deep voice was revealed, and a thunderous arrow went straight to the center of the luxurious carriage outside the forest!

Bang!

As he stood near the luxury carriage, an arrow tore the chest of one of the bodyguards, and then, the bearded young man fell to the ground, clutching at the bleeding chest.

At the moment when Ning Que shouted "The enemy is coming", the well-trained princess bodyguard immediately reacted. The bodyguards bravely jumped up the shaft and blocked the window of His Highness's carriage. He didn't know where the arrows were going, but he knew that His Highness in the carriage must be the enemy's first target, and he would never put her in danger.

The brave bodyguard thought it right, however, at the expense of his young life.

"The enemy is attacking!"

"Protect Your Highness!"

"Shield!"

Suddenly, the bodyguards let out an angry and shocking roar.

Countless arrows whistled through the depths of the woods like a storm, loud enough to drown out the wind, making the place a dangerous zone.

Although Ning Que kept his distance from the surrounding fleet, the moment the bow and arrow broke, he still put it down. He even remembered knocking down Sangsang and the maid, and both followed him to see what was going on in the tent.

He fell to the ground full of it, but fortunately, the layers of rotting leaves and pine needle leaves accumulated over hundreds of years on Beishan Road served as a large cushion, relieving the pain of his smashing on the ground. Facing the cold leaves, Ning Que carefully listened to the dense whistling of arrows in front of him, and a few arrows swept overhead, quickly counting the number of archers and archers.

There were waves of annoyed and nervous voices at the entrance of Beishan Road. Some bodyguards shouted to organize defense, some shouted to give orders, and some shouted for backup. Among them, the sound of raising the shield is clearly visible. Those huge shields made of wagon planks stuck deep into the edge of the shaft clearly helped.

Rub dubbing!

The arrows were stuck deep in those rough shields, thumping like the beating of war drums, but denser and more terrifying. Occasionally, a bodyguard may grunt when shot by an arrow in the tight space between shields. Since the horses were inferior to the warriors of the Tang Empire, they fell to the ground in pain and neighed in despair.

Whoosh But then, it turned into a complete hell.

Sou!

An arrow shot into the dirt a few inches in front of Ning Que, and dirt and small stones splashed on his face, making him red everywhere. However, his expression did not change. He lay flat on rotting leaves and pine needles, lying quietly. He stared at the gap between the leaves, crossed the arrow in front of him, and walked south along the North Mountain Road.

Instead of ambushing the fleet in the dense forest, nor did he take them by surprise at night, the enemy chose to attack when he had just settled down at the entrance to Beishan Road, which was beyond Ning Que's expectations, despite his instinct for danger since childhood.

At dusk, they were going to meet the troops of the Furuyama Command. When people in the fleet are prone to slack off and become slack, they come to help. This hits the enemy's point.

Vaguely noticing the numerous figures on both sides of Beishan Road, Ning Que deduced that there were about sixty enemies based on his previous calculations of the thick arrows.

Sixty is not surprising. After all, they were on the territory of the Tang Kingdom, and their target was the princess beloved by the emperor. If they intend to keep secrets before or after this operation, they are not allowed to command real troops, but must choose those loyal suicidal soldiers.

Although the number of those suicide soldiers was not large, Ning Que knew very well that it was not the number of people who would determine who could survive in battle, but the quality of the fighters. A team of fierce and fearless warriors is the most terrifying.

When the bigwigs of the empire planned such a shocking assassination attempt, it was likely that he would have cultivators join his team in addition to suicides. Thinking of the battle he might have seen in this place today, Ning Que felt an indescribable excitement and felt a horror that he had never felt before.

"It's bad luck," he muttered, turning his gaze to the maid beside him. Except for a trace of panic and doubt flashing in her eyes at the beginning, she didn't do anything wrong, and quickly calmed down, winning the silent praise in Ning Que's heart.

Enemies on both sides of the woods crowded in. Those who wore the gray military uniform of the Tang Empire did not wear any masks or veils. They brandished their broadswords and rushed over like a pack of wolves. Since they did not hide their identities, it is clear that the battle will not end until the people of one side have been completely swept away.

Since they were on the steppe, the heroic barbarians around the fleet were horse gangs under the command of the princess. The rain of arrows provoked the belligerence of the warriors. Some shoot their crossbow arrows quickly, while others draw their curved swords at their waists and let out a battle cry.

The blades clanged at the entrance to Beishan Road. In the chaos of grunts and cries, men were killed, stabbed in the stomach, and throats slit. Blood gushed out of their bodies like a fountain, painting the leaves red.