Chapter 220 On how to recognize people with long black and beautiful hair
Chapter 220
At the same moment, the eight Senniu warriors were barely breathing, their bodies were full of arrows, and three of them were already dead.
There was another companion lying in the snow, with blood flowing out, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.
The remaining four people were all injured. They could only raise their weapons and watch helplessly as the assassins passed over them and others and continued to rush towards the direction where the emperor fled.
Six corpses fell in front of their formation, and three more fell on the way to attack. However, the opponent still had ten people.
The four of them were panting and looking at each other, what should they do? He Jin, the leader, gritted his teeth and pulled out the arrow stuck in his leg.
"Let's go. Regardless of whether we can catch up or not, we must catch up and rescue His Majesty."
"Brother He, but there are only four of us, how can we deal with it..."
Chai Shao stood up while holding on to the big tree. The armor on his right arm had broken off.
It was hit by the opponent just now with a mace. The armor was deformed and fell apart, and the right arm was so painful that it hurt his heart and lungs. He didn't dare to move, fearing that it would be broken or cracked.
"We, as a thousand men, have prepared ourselves to stand in front of His Majesty. Even if we die, we will die before His Majesty."
Another Senniu Bishen dropped the ring-shou sword that already had several gaps in his hand, walked a few steps, picked up an assassin's long sword and waved it.
Qian Niu, surnamed He, looked around at the group of men covered in bruises, and finally his eyes fell on Chai Shao, whose legs and feet were intact, and shouted.
"Chai Shao, you injured your arm and cannot use weapons. You should go south from here.
It will take about two miles to reach the river bank. There must be Imperial Guards stationed there. Find them and bring them back as soon as possible to rescue the Holy Driver."
"Others, follow He to stop the enemy for Your Majesty."
"Let's go!" The other two Qian Niu prepared themselves, pulled out several more arrows and inserted them into the quiver. They gritted their teeth and followed Brother He's footsteps.
Chai Shao agreed, and seeing his companions staggering away, he gritted his teeth, spread his legs and ran towards the south...
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Yang Qian was still running wildly, slowly and quickly, and his breathing seemed so rhythmic. He glanced at the assassins who were already chasing him crazily.
Yang Guang, who was held horizontally in Yang Qian's arms, tried his best to turn his head and looked at the assassins who were no more than two hundred steps away.
This place is at least seven or eight miles away from Xianren Palace. Even if Xiao Yangqing's family could run away, they would not be able to carry a person and run seven or eight miles away.
Thinking about this, Yang Guang's expression looked extremely desperate. "Could it be that... I am going to die here today?"
This time, Yang Guang fully realized that when speaking in such a bumpy environment, he should not repeat himself, so as not to be misunderstood that he, the majestic Emperor of the Sui Dynasty, was an old dirty turtle.
"Your Majesty, don't be discouraged. With me here, you will definitely be able to live another eight, eight or ninety years."
Yang Qian almost thought that you could live for eight or nine years, but then he thought about it.
Isn’t this a curse on the mean and unkind Emperor of the Sui Dynasty? I can only change my words in time.
Even though Yang Guang was filled with despair, Yang Qian's words still almost made him laugh.
"Please, please stop talking nonsense. Life is only a hundred years old. Hey, hey, hey? Where are you running?"
Yang Guang hadn't finished lamenting his life when he saw Yang Qian, an old driver, suddenly make a sharp turn.
He actually circled back to the place where the tiger died just now, and then continued in the direction where the eunuchs had fled.
"Don't worry, Your Majesty, I have a plan..." Yang Qian really didn't dare to say anything for fear of disturbing the rhythm of his breathing.
Although I am already a little tired, for the sake of my life, as long as I can survive, what does it matter if I am tired?
Yang Guang stared blankly at Yang Qian, who was panting from running. Seeing that the other party didn't speak, he didn't dare to ask.
Because he could also see that Yang Qian's current condition had declined slightly.
The two eunuchs Zhongguo and Zhongyong were embarrassed and wanted to turn back and pursue them. However, the emperor's will was for them to keep going eastward.
The problem is that now that the assassins have been lured back, what's the point of their eastward journey?
The two of them stood there in a daze, thinking about it for a long time, and decided to continue walking eastward. No matter what, they only needed to reach the place where the horses were tied first.
With horses, it is far better than this, one person goes to Xianren Palace to warn, and the other person rides the horse to chase His Majesty.
So, the two began to work hard to head east, but before they had gone far, they heard very rhythmic footsteps coming from behind.
The two of them turned their heads in astonishment, their eyes widened to the extreme in an instant, and their mouths expanded exaggeratedly enough to fit a fist as big as a bowl.
They saw it, no, they saw it again, General Yang Xiaoqian of the Ten Swords appeared again.
He was holding the Emperor of the Sui Dynasty in his arms and running towards them...
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Yang Qian's people didn't arrive, but his voice came first.
"Your Majesty, please change your clothes. Zhongguo, please return your white fur coat to Your Majesty, and don't wear your hat."
"...Okay, I understand."
Yang Guang, who was changing clothes in a hurry, finally showed a hint of joy on his face.
Yo yo yo, the young man is pretty good, he just learned and applied my strategies.
After they changed their clothes, the disheveled Sui Emperor and the disheveled eunuch stood side by side. The scene was really eye-catching.
At this time, Zhongyong, who had been observing the situation behind him, shouted in a low voice.
"I saw them, the assassin is here again!"
Yang Qian stuffed several more mouthfuls of snow into his mouth to make his dry throat moist again. Yang Qian looked at the figures that had flashed in the forest.
The shouts and footsteps were already reminding me that the other party was no more than 150 steps away.
Yang Qian nodded to Zhongyong.
"Okay, you continue to carry Eunuch Zhongguo on your back, and you run north towards Xianren Palace. Your Majesty, let's go east."
Then, the princess once again hugged Yang Guang, the Emperor of the Sui Dynasty, who had also learned how to be hugged.
Zhongyong looked at Yang Qian's vigorous figure, dumbfounded, and once again carried his companion who was also dumbfounded on his back, and strode northward.
When they rushed to about a hundred steps away from Yang Qian and others, all seven assassins were stunned and stunned.
They saw that the young general with ten swords was still holding a man with beautiful long black hair and ran towards the east.
There was also a eunuch who ran towards the north carrying a man who also had long, beautiful black hair.
The seven assassins are going crazy. What the hell are you talking about?
That boy who is like the wind with eight knives stuck in his back, can you just stand there and let us chop him up randomly?
We can recognize faces, who can identify the tyrant Yang Guang with his beautiful long black hair?
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(The following word count is free) I may not make up for the update tonight, but don’t worry, I can’t make up for it today, and I will definitely make up the last update I owe tomorrow.