By any measure, the two Assassins were supposed to be the last attempt. But amazingly, they still kept the other one as a backup, and although it didn't seem necessary, it was full of ruthlessness and determination at the cost of the lives of the entire team!

No one had expected this situation, except for Ning Que and his maid under the black umbrella.

"Six! Two!

The maid curled up nervously and closed her eyes as she watched as the third assassin slashed at Ning Que, shouting these two words with all her might.

For Ning Que, who had been accustomed to surviving in forests, grasslands, and beasts since he was a child, it was those mysterious cultivators who bothered him, not secret killers. So, after cutting off the Assassin's head with a viburnum, he immediately retreated to a gentle slope where slashing fire was still present. Then he immediately picked up the boxwood bow and aimed at the Great Sword Master again.

This time, his vigilance seemed somewhat unnecessary. The middle-aged scholar (Great Sword Saint) in an indigo robe did not make any movement, just leaned silently against a big tree. He looked at the young man in the firelight, his black eyes staring at his bloody face, and muttered a few words. Then he died, with a helpless laugh, his hands parted.

Ning Que had been concentrating on aiming at the Great Sword Saint's corpse for a long time, and it wasn't until his arm began to tremble that he put down his bow and arrow. Immediately, tiredness and pain began to invade his blood and every vein.

Without looking back, he asked, "Are you alright?"

The flames caused by the kerosene grenade ignited the fallen leaves, but the damp saprophytes at the entrance to Kitayama Road gradually extinguished the fire. Sang Sang half-squatted, looked up at Ning Que's back, closed the big black umbrella that made a sound, and shook his head. It seems that the young master can know what she has done without her words.

The maid knew that Ning Que didn't care about her. She quickly stood up, lifted the hem of her skirt and rushed towards the motorcade, which was almost ruined. She frantically moved the heavy wooden box pieces out of the way. Then she eagerly embraced the dignified and strong boy, lovingly and gently shaking off the dust left on his face.

About six steppe barbarians and Tang Dynasty bodyguards are still alive. After struggling to their feet, they trudged to the ruined carriage. The captain of the seriously wounded bodyguard led the others to get down on one knee and touched their heads to the ground and said sadly: "We should have countless people under us, because the princess was disturbed by the assassins because of her ineffective fighting.

It is not sad that several bloodied men kowtow to the maid, who is holding the boy in her arms, and the array of stars and the remnants of the fire are burning. On the contrary, it is a picture of courage, or in other words, solemnity and heroism.

Sang Sang approached Ning Que, and the two just watched this scene quietly. There was no need for them to pretend to be surprised or shocked, as they had figured out the true identity of the maid before.

After a short break, the guards and savages began to painstakingly bandage their wounds and apply medicine to each other. When their breathing stabilized, they began to clear the battlefield, bringing back several seriously wounded companions, and killing all dying enemies. After saying that, these agile and brave men unconsciously looked behind them.

Looking at the young man in the slightly scorched cotton shirt jacket, the bodyguards had very mixed expressions - shock, bewilderment, even fear. Seeing Ning Que's ability, they were sure that this young man was proficient in fighting and archery, but he was not a mysterious powerhouse beyond imagination.

In this battle, it was the bodyguards and Lu Qingchen who directly fought against the two strong men, which consumed most of the life of the Great Sword Saint, so that Ning Que finally had the possibility to end the enemy's life with three arrows.

However, this further deepens their feeling that this lad is a very powerful figure.

When he starts attacking, he can choose the perfect timing, precise angles, and effective methods. In addition, under his gentle and youthful appearance, there is a calm and resilient heart. There was no doubt that it would be amazing to kill those three black-clad assassins with his three channels. How did he manage to be so small? How many people did he kill in the border town of the steppe? How many heads did he cut off?

The captain of the bodyguard trudged towards Ning Que and Sang Sang with a stick, and then folded his hands and bowed deeply. Although there were no words of thanks, the deep gratitude in his heart was easily and fully expressed from this gesture.

Ning Que took Sang Sang's hand and walked to the side, refusing to accept the bow of the bodyguard captain. These Tang Dynasty bodyguards followed the princess to the grassland, as the dead Great Sword Saint said before, their fearless performance and strict military discipline deserve the respect of every friend or foe. This was also the reason why Ning Que refused to accept his bow.

The leader said, "I can see that your martial arts have no patterns. If we were bare-handed, maybe I could beat you. But I have to admit that if I were you, I would have been killed by three assassins during the raid, let alone be able to kill them effectively.

Looking at Ning Que's immature face, the bodyguard captain suppressed his shock and asked in a hoarse voice, "Young man, I'm curious, where did you learn the ability to kill?"

Scratching his head and being silent for a while, Ning Que smiled and said, "The ability to kill people, of course, is learned from killing.

Of course, he couldn't tell the leader, he already knew Xiahou's name since he was four years old. Moreover, all this time, he has been making some preparations to kill, or be killed by Xiahou.

Xiahou, a powerful Tang general, did not know that there was a young man who practiced his fighting skills hard in a distant frontier fortress town, analyzed the fighting style of all Xiahou's powerful subordinates, and summarized countless countermeasures every day.

Therefore, for Ning Que, the death of the three black-clothed assassins was only the inevitable result of his painstaking cultivation for more than ten years. If the enemy was not Xia Hou's subordinates, such as the bodyguard captain in front of him, he would not have been able to achieve such a satisfactory victory.

In today's battle at the entrance of Beishan Road, Ning Que finally met General Xiahou's subordinates for the first time after so many years. Maybe it was just an accident, maybe it was a fateful arrangement. In any case, Ning Que's waves and arrows, full of revenge, have begun to show cold blood.

The captain of the bodyguard pressed his injured chest, looked at the fearless young man suspiciously, and muttered, "You are only about sixteen years old, have you killed more people than me?"

"Counting the animals, then I really killed a lot of people," Ning Que replied with a smile.

"I mean humans," the captain of the bodyguards asked earnestly, and then he immediately explained, "I'm not interrogating you, just out of curiosity.

Ning Que rubbed his face, looked at the leader, and said after a moment of silence: "The main source of income in the border city is the horse gang, and we usually call this kind of activity 'chopping wood'. In the past few years, it was I who led others to kill Wei Cheng's horse gang. So when it comes to killing, I do kill a lot.

A steppe barbarian, standing behind the captain of the bodyguard, also wanted to know about Ning Que's situation and express his gratitude, and after hearing Ning Que's answer, he turned around and left without saying a word. His steps were a little hurried, and his shoulders trembled.

A steppe companion asked suspiciously, "Du Mu, what's wrong with you?"

Du Mu collapsed by the campfire, raised his injured arm with difficulty, patted his numb cheek in fright, and said, "That young man...... It should be the famous woodcutter in Shubi Lake.

This sentence made the expressions of the four steppe barbarians around the campfire change greatly. No one spoke anymore. Someone secretly glanced at Ning Que, and then quickly lowered his head, for fear of being discovered by the young man.

Before being subdued by the princess, the Barbarian was a member of the horse gang on the steppe, known for his violence and toughness. However, for them, the powerful border guards of the Tang Dynasty were the real caravans. Every time the seasons change, when there is a shortage of logistical supplies, the Tang cavalry in the frontier fortress towns will carry out additional fortune grabbing operations against the steppe horse gangs.

The border guards of the Don Empire called it harvesting timber. The caravan described the bloody battle as chopping wood, and they called the fiercest cavalry leader a woodcutter. Especially the woodcutter in Shubi Lake... It is the number one of all woodcutters. That's why Shubi Lake turns red. He's a steppe caravan's nightmare, and he's a horror story told by a campfire.

However, before tonight, they had never imagined that the woodcutters of Shubi Lake would be so young.

This brutal and bloody battle came to an end. Something changed in the survivor's eyes as they looked at Ning Que. Since they left Wei City, they may have regarded him as a competent guide, but certainly not as a decision-maker. When it comes to important things, he is nothing more than a big rock in their eyes. But now, with this battle over, everything seems to have changed, as they will take the initiative to consult Ning Que about anything.

After getting the princess's consent, the head of the bodyguard followed Ning Que's advice and made the next move. They will not immediately retreat from the North Pass, but will remain where they are to rest and recuperate, while hoping that their help will reach here before dawn.

Lu Qingchen's face was pale and tired, and he silently looked at the young man by the bonfire, with an imperceptible smile on his face. The Great Elder rubbed his index finger slowly with his thumb, then shook his head slightly.

Two bonfires were lit near the carriage. Although the forest and bushes are dense, there is no need to worry about fires as the leaves are covered with night dew. The captain of the bodyguard and the other wounded gathered around a bonfire to save another for the princess, the lad, and the elders. Despite such a bad situation, the guards never forgot about the subordination.

After tying up the wounded and eating something, the steppe barbarians couldn't help but drink the liquor and handed over a few bags of wine. She shook her head gently as a bag was handed to Sangsang. The barbarian named Du Mu walked up to Ning Que with a solemn and respectful face, and handed him the wine bag with both hands.

Noticing this unusual scene, the princess raised an eyebrow, knowing of course that before they knelt down to her, these loyal barbarians were unruly horse gangs of the steppe. They rarely show respect for people who are not of their kind. There was palpable fear on their faces. "In view of what happened just now, Ning Que did save their lives, they may feel indebted, but where does the fear come from?" She wondered.