Poof, a muffled sound!!

Like a sharp metal thorn stabbing into dozens of stacked pieces of warm paper, the feathered arrow shot into the chest of one of the guards by the magnificent carriage, and the bearded but still young man clutched his bleeding chest and collapsed.

At the moment when Luo Fan shouted out the enemy attack, the well-trained elite sergeants of the capital city 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 by Sihao.

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

"Enemy attack!"

"Protect Your Highness!"

"Stand on the shield!"

The roars of anger and shock from the elite sergeants selected from the capital to serve as the princess's student guards sounded in anger.

Countless arrows were densely projected from the depths of the dense forest like a raging storm, swishing, and the sound of the whistling wind disappeared in an instant, which was particularly terrifying.

Luo Fan, who was still some distance away from the round car array, fell down for the first time, and at the same time fell, he quickly crawled forward, moving in the direction of the servant girl who had always hated 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, shouts, and arming orders of the guards, as well as the sound of extremely heavy shields, and those large shields composed of carriage plates were forcefully inserted into the edge of the wheels by the guards, which played a great role.

Duh!

Feathered arrows pierced 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 arrows struck the guards along the gaps in the improvised wooden shields, causing a muffled snort, and the horses that had the misfortune to be shot were not as fierce and strong as the Imperial sergeants, and fell to the ground in pain and rolled and screamed.

The sound of arrows breaking through the air, the sound of arrows in wooden shields, the muffled snorts of people, the mournful screams of horses, and all kinds of sounds mixed together, turning the camp that had 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 Luo Fan, and the splashed earth and gravel hit his face, instantly showing a red mark, 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 in the distance to the south.

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 Pass, even if Luo Fan had a natural intuition about danger since he was a child, he still did not 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 when they are about to meet with the ancestors and sages of Tianshan Academy, and these enemies must be taking advantage of this.

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

After all, it was the four princesses who were most favored by His Royal Highness the Emperor of the Great Qin Empire to assassinate, whether it was for the sake of secrecy before or after the event, the other party could not use the real army, and could only choose the loyal dead.

Since it is a dead soldier, the number of people is naturally not too much, but Luo Fan 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 the 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, Luo Fan inexplicably felt a certain excitement in his heart, and immediately felt unprecedented fear.

"It's bad luck. He muttered, looking up at the servant girl not far away, she was also the same as Luofan, prostrate on the ground, her eyes were calm and calm, there was no panic at all, and she couldn't help but silently approve in her heart.

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

The guards around the convoy were the most elite warriors in the capital, and they had already been inspired by the previous rain of arrows, some of them put up their longbows and began to shoot at a rapid burst, and some shouted and pulled out their standard steel swords to meet them.

A fierce collision of blades 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 fallen leaves that were already wet red.

The battle entered the most tragic stage from 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.

These are all the sergeants of the Great Qin Empire, and they are definitely the most elite group of sergeants, but there are too many differences in numbers, and there should be no difference in the usual training, so no matter from which point of view, these guards guarding the princess will be defeated sooner or later, sixty against twenty, nearly three times the number, the same group of people. At least in Luofan's opinion, so the expression of the servant girl not far from him became more and more solemn and gloomy, as if she was worried about something.

There was a difference in the number of these sergeants, and thinking about the fighting methods of the soldiers of the Great Qin Empire, she was worried, and gritted her teeth fiercely and prepared to stand up.

Luo Fan didn't remember her revealing figure, Luo Fan, who was not far from her, suddenly jumped up, and his 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.

Luo Fan looked at the battlefield intently, ignoring her questioning at all, and when he noticed the picture in the car formation, he thought of some possibility, and couldn't help but feel cold slightly.

The battle in Beishan Daopin was tragic, and there was an eerie silence in the car array, and there were more than a dozen guards 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.

Luo Fan licked his numb lips nervously, stretched out his hand to the spear, and a lot of sweat appeared in his palm.

He silently untied the bow and arrow from his back, put it aside, and then slowly and silently untied the bladeless sword at his waist and placed it quietly on the fallen leaves beside him

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The battle continued, Luo Fan and the maidservant and the tragic battlefield were separated by a car formation, and it seemed that the battle between the guards and the dead soldiers brought by the princess would not affect here in a short time, but for some reason, Luo Fan felt unprecedented tension, and the sweat between his palm and the bow and rope gradually dried up at some point.

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

These dozen or so guards should be the most elite group of the most elite Yulin army in the Great Qin Empire, and they were specially selected to escort the princess to study. Although they are the most elite members of the military, their performance in today's battle outside the Beishan Pass is somewhat unusual.

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 came to their deaths, they remained motionless and remained in this position, ignoring the fierce fighting that was taking place around them.

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

The guards knelt on one knee above the fallen leaves, they wore cotton shirts, the corners of which were faintly visible, and their right hands were stretched behind their backs, grasping the hilt of their swords diagonally upward, and they looked 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 procession, sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, very leisurely, with a sword lying horizontally on his lap, the scabbard of which 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.

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

Vaguely guessing what was going to happen, the reality of the gorgeous and cold new world that was about to come when the curtain was lifted made his emotions tense to the extreme, 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.