Chapter 807

The terrain around Lingyun Mountain is steep and easy to set up ambushes, especially for a small number of assassins to set up ambush attacks. However, there were no accidents when the team passed through Lingyun Mountain, and they all passed through without any hindrance.

After passing Lingyun Mountain, the rest of the journey became much smoother. According to Tang Yin's calculation, in two days, Xiao Xiang's guard of honor would be able to walk out of Bianyang County and enter Shengping County. By then, he should also return to Fengfeng County.

country.

To make a long story short, two days later, the honor guard successfully arrived at the junction of Bianyang County and Shengping County. About a hundred miles further, they reached Lesha City in Tong County, Shengping County.

At this time, it was already dark, and the leader of the honor guard specifically asked Xiao Xiang whether he should travel a hundred miles during the night and stay in Lesha, or stay in place and wait for dawn tomorrow before continuing on his way.

Marching at night was inconvenient and could easily be exploited by assassins. Xiao Xiang thought for a moment and ordered the general to camp where he was. He would sleep in the wild tonight.

The general had no objections and took the order. He led the honor guard to a forest not far from the official road, set up camp in the forest, and personally directed his troops, General Chuan, to set up defenses around the camp.

The team only stayed here temporarily for one night, and the camp was very simple. Only a few tents were set up for the princess and the accompanying guards to rest. Most of the soldiers lay directly on the grass to sleep with their soldiers and their clothes on their pillows.

Tang Yin, Yin Lan, Asan Asi, Ren Xiao, and Chang Feng were also in the camp. They were sitting around a bonfire, discussing in low voices the next itinerary.

Ah San asked in a low voice: "Your Majesty, now that the princess' honor guard has entered Shengping County safely, shouldn't it be time for us to return home?"

Yin Lan nodded and continued: "This journey has been very peaceful. It seems that the assassin will not appear again. We must return home as soon as possible. Otherwise, if we continue to go deeper, we may not be able to escape in the future."

This time Tang Yin did not object again. He nodded and said, "Okay! When the honor guard goes to Lesha City tomorrow, we will find an opportunity to return to Bianyang County."

Hearing that he finally agreed to return to the country, everyone's faces showed joy. After all, the country of Sichuan was too dangerous. If they could leave earlier, the danger would be less.

While they were talking, two Sichuan soldiers came over. Everyone looked up and saw that they were "old acquaintances." These days, Tang Yin and others walked at the back of the honor guard.

Two Sichuan soldiers, one older and one younger, the younger one was less than twenty, and the older one was nearly forty years old. The two walked over with a smile and asked with a smile: "What are you talking about, brothers?"

Yin Lan and others all shut up, and no one answered. Tang Yin raised his head with a smile and said with a smile: "It's nothing, I'm just talking about the new things I encountered on the road."

"Oh!" The older Sichuan soldier sat down next to Tang Yin, then looked around at everyone, shook his head and said, "These brothers of yours don't seem to like talking very much!"

Tang Yin looked up and smiled, and followed his words and said: "Yes, they are all boring gourds, only I talk the most."

The elder Sichuan soldier was also happy. After waiting for a while, he suppressed his smile, sighed softly, and said: "Little brother, I am here to say goodbye to you. When we arrive in Lesha tomorrow, we should go back to the county.

We get along naturally, and we have hit it off, but I don't know if we will see each other again in the future."

If he hadn't mentioned it, Tang Yin would have almost forgotten that a considerable number of the Sichuan soldiers in the honor guard were from Bianyang County. Now that they have reached the boundary of Shengping County, the work of protecting the princess will naturally be taken over by the local army there. Bianyang County

The county troops also have to withdraw to their own counties.

He smiled slightly, patted the veteran on the shoulder, and said: "We are also going back to Bianyang County to guard the border. When we pass by the county town, my brothers and I will go visit you again, brother!"

"That's very good!" The veteran said with a smile: "You must remember to come to me when the time comes. Brother, I will be your host and entertain you brothers!"

"Haha!" Tang Yin said with a smile: "Then let me thank you in advance on behalf of the brothers."

"Why are you so polite to me?"

The veteran chatted with Tang Yin for a while before he got up and left. After he left, Tang Yin waved to everyone and said: "It's getting late, everyone should rest quickly. We may have to travel all day tomorrow. Today

You have to recuperate your energy later."

Everyone nodded and lay down next to the campfire one by one. Tang Yin fell asleep quickly. Not long after he lay down, his breathing became long and even.

No matter what the environment is, entering sleep state in the shortest time and restoring energy and physical strength to the greatest extent possible is also a good habit he has developed over the years.

At night, dark clouds covered the moon, and the bonfires in the camp gradually became weaker and eventually extinguished one after another. The forest began to become pitch black, and you could not see your fingers.

At five o'clock in the morning, Tang Yin suddenly opened his eyes in his sleep. He lay there without moving. After waiting for a while, a light flashed in his eyes.

He didn't hear any strange noises, let alone see any enemies, but he keenly smelled the smell of blood, and the dense jungle around the camp was filled with a strong murderous aura before he knew it.

There is an enemy! This was Tang Yin's first reaction. He subconsciously grabbed the sword under his ribs and pulled it out. Sha! The sword blade made a slight sound when it was unsheathed, but this small sound was enough.

Awakened Yin Lan and others around him.

Everyone opened their eyes in unison and saw Tang Yin still lying on the ground, but with his sword half drawn out, and the blade of the sword was shining with an eerie cold light in the night.

"Big..." Yin Lan was shaken and wanted to sit up to ask. Tang Yin was the first to let out a hiss, signaling Yin Lan not to speak or move.

Seeing that Tang Yin's face was solemn, and sharp light flashed from time to time in his narrowed tiger eyes, even if they didn't know what happened, everyone could guess a rough idea. Their bodies were all stiff, and according to Tang Yin's wishes, they lay motionless.

In situ.

After waiting for about two or three minutes, no one noticed anything strange. Ren Xiao couldn't help but asked softly: "Your Highness, what's wrong?"

"Someone died. There may be enemies in the forest!" Tang Yin also said softly.

Is there an enemy? Everyone was startled, subconsciously turning their eyes and looking into the surrounding woods.

The forest was dark and quiet. Everywhere he looked, there was only darkness. It was impossible to see what was going on inside. Even Chang Feng was unable to detect what was wrong in the forest.

Chang Feng's perception ability is extremely sharp. As long as there are spiritual cultivators near him, they cannot escape his perception. However, there are many spiritual cultivators in the Sichuan army. They are scattered around the camp to set up defenses. Even if a sneak attack assassin comes,

He couldn't tell whether it was an assassin or a Sichuan soldier just by relying on the spiritual pressure emanating from the other party.

Tang Yin's feeling was correct. There were indeed assassins in the woods, and it wasn't just one or two people, but dozens or hundreds of them.

This group of assassins is astonishing in number. Each one of them is covered in black spiritual armor and holds a steel bow in his hand. What is especially unexpected is that there are also a large number of dark spiritual cultivators mixed in among them.

The assassins seemed to know the Sichuan army's defenses very well. Whether it was an open sentry or a hidden sentry, they knew their location very well. Before anyone arrived, the spiritual arrows had already been shot.

The spiritual arrows they shot were too powerful and the rate of fire was too fast. Most of the Sichuan soldiers standing guard were shot down one by one without any reaction.

Moreover, the arrow skills of these assassins were astonishingly accurate. The arrows could hit the opponent's neck without even having to launch them. The Sichuan soldiers were killed on the spot after being hit by the arrows, and they could not even make a cry.

They killed more than a hundred Sichuan soldiers in the forest, but from the beginning to the end, not a single sound was made in the woods, nor did they disturb the main force of the Sichuan soldiers who were resting in the camp.

The assassin gradually approached the camp. Whoosh, with the rapid sound of breaking wind, another spiritual arrow was shot out. A Sichuan soldier who was squatting on the treetop to watch was directly hit in the throat by this arrow. The spiritual arrow penetrated his neck and penetrated deeply.

Nailed deep into the tree, the Sichuan soldier's body stood upright and was directly nailed to the tree.

The muffled sound of the spiritual arrow penetrating the human body finally alerted the Sichuan soldiers standing guard at the gate of the camp. Several Sichuan soldiers looked at each other, then held their torches high and walked towards the woods in unison.

As he was walking forward, a Sichuan soldier suddenly heard a ticking sound. It seemed that something fell on his helmet. He instinctively raised his hand and touched it. The helmet was sticky. He put his hand down and saw that the palm of his hand was sticky.

It was all red inside.

It's blood! The Sichuan soldier was startled and hurriedly looked up. He saw the body of a Sichuan soldier hanging on a tree trunk, with his legs dangling in the air, swinging back and forth. The blood flowed down his armor to the toes, and then from the toes.

It keeps dripping down.

Ah? The Sichuan soldier's head buzzed, his mouth opened wide, and he was about to scream, but suddenly, several black shadows suddenly appeared around them. They didn't even see clearly what was going on. In a series of cold light flashes,

Afterwards, people fell into a pool of blood at the same time.

Dark spiritual cultivators are natural assassins, and their shadow drift makes them appear and disappear, just like ghosts. After killing these Sichuan soldiers, the assassins looked around for a week and saw no other Sichuan soldiers, and then waved to the rear.

Just hearing the rustling in the woods, a large group of spiritual cultivators came out and pressed closely together. No one spoke, and everyone acted in unison. They shouldered the steel bows in their hands, drew out the sabers under their ribs, and rushed into the camp one by one with all their strength.

past.

Even inside the camp, there were Sichuan soldiers standing guard or patrolling. When the assassins rushed to the camp where Xiao Xiang was staying, they happened to bump into a group of Sichuan soldiers patrolling the area.

Deep in their own camp, they suddenly saw such a large group of black figures running quickly in front of them. The Sichuan soldiers were unable to react for a while, and they could not tell whether they were friends or foes.

But before they could ask questions, lightning flashed across the sky. After the lightning passed by, they looked at this group of Sichuan soldiers. Each one of them had spiritual knives inserted into their body, and each one fell down like a hedgehog.

In a pool of blood.

The shadows did not slow down and continued to run forward. When they ran past the corpse of the Sichuan soldier, they took advantage of the situation and pulled out their spiritual knives one by one.

These people are not so much assassins as they are troops who have received strict formal training. They act in a unified manner and cooperate skillfully. They even reach the point where they can reach agreement without verbal communication.
Chapter completed!