In an instant, Han Qing felt a stab in his heart, and the pain caused his eyes to turn black.
It was not that he was pinched by the "remnant soul" of the former owner of the body, but that he really felt his own feelings.
It was clearer than ever before! It was as if a cold knife had pierced him, directly punching a hole in his heart.
"Xiaoyuanzi!" The scream blurted out uncontrollably, and his eyes turned red instantly. He completely lost the ability to think. He ignored the assassin hiding in the bushes, turned his mount, and went straight to the man who was teetering on the saddle.
Li Yuan.
"Whoosh-" Two more arrows flew past his body and struck the hillside not far away, splashing up two strings of dark yellow smoke.
"The assassin is at a lower level, and the little fat man is walking down the hillside. Therefore, the crossbow arrow just missed my neck before hitting his shoulder." As he was galloping, Han Qing's brain suddenly
becomes extremely clear.
However, he still ignored the assassin who was shooting arrows at him from behind. He quickly opened his arms, picked up Li Yuan from the back of the half-grown colt, and held him firmly against his chest.
Blood immediately soaked his chest.
"Brother Jiajun, be careful behind you." The little fat man's face turned gray in pain, but he still tried to remind him where the danger came from, "Put me down, I am behind you right now!"
"They can't catch up with me." Han Qing lowered his head and replied, and at the same time, he hit the mount's belly with both feet, forcing the mount to run faster.
Once again, crossbow arrows and two feather arrows came from behind him. One flew past his armpit and poked a hole in his clothes. The other two were blown off by the autumn wind midway, leaving no trace of his body.
Catch up with his figure.
Han Qing still didn't look back, and just continued to gallop towards the Ziwu Village Inspection Yamen.
The doctor Li Yu invited for him has not left yet. If he sends the little fat man back a second earlier, the little fat man will have one more chance of survival!
As for who sent the assassins and how many there were, at this moment, Han Qing couldn't even place them in his mind.
Frankly speaking, he has never considered the little fat man as a friend. The age difference between the two parties is so big that it is difficult to find a common language.
However, the chubby Li Yuan was the one he felt most at ease with since he traveled through time.
When interacting with the little fat man, he doesn't have to worry about cheating, or that what he says is inappropriate or will hurt the other person's self-esteem.
In the eyes of the little fat man, he is both civil and military and capable of doing anything.
Even if he brags to the sky, the little fat man will only be full of admiration and will never think that he is talking nonsense.
The little fat man always fantasizes about being able to switch places with him and fight for him against those black-clad thieves of unknown origin.
The little fat man knows that his skills are not good enough, so he has been working hard to practice martial arts recently, hoping that one day he can join him in the world of martial arts.
The little fat man worshiped him like an idol, but he only brought disaster to the little fat man!
"What's going on? What's going on?" Finally, an archer on duty rushed out of the inspection office and asked loudly with his eyes widened.
"There's someone over there, someone is shooting arrows at the Korean patrol!" Several Xiangyong who were about to go down the mountain to set up a trap pointed at the bushes in the distance and screamed loudly.
"There's an assassin!"
"The assassin is injured, sir!"
"Catch the assassin, catch the assassin——"
In the blink of an eye, there were shouts and shouts. More archers and Xiangyong rushed out and crowded around the inspection office of Ziwu Village. They were at a loss what to do.
"Make way, make way. Come on, come on, come on! Help me hold my mount!" Han Qing was so anxious that he couldn't even follow the words he yelled, "I can't spare my hands. Hurry, send the young man for inspection quickly."
Go to the doctor! He has been hit by an arrow!"
Although the archers and local warriors were confused by what they heard, they could clearly see the little fat man in Han Qing's arms.
Everyone immediately pushed each other to make way for a passage. Then they ran a few steps quickly and worked together to pull the reins of Han Qing's mount.
"Send the young inspector to see the doctor!" Han Qing finally breathed a sigh of relief, bent down, and gently handed the unconscious fat Li Yuan to the two bearded archers.
Then, he quickly turned the horse's head again, "Get out of the way, I'll catch the assassins. Don't let any of them go!"
The two bearded archers were Li Yu's loyal confidants. They worked together to pick up the little fat man and ran to the backyard of the inspection yamen.
The other archers and Xiangyong were knocked around by Han Qing's mount. However, no one blamed Han Qing.
After everyone stood firm, those with knives grabbed knives, and those with bows and arrows roared and rushed toward the door, eager to cut the assassin into pieces.
There were three assassins in total, all dressed in black, one holding a crossbow and two holding a bow.
Confirming that the operation had failed, they decisively gave up the mission, jumped out of their hiding place, took their crossbows and horn bows, and ran towards their mounts hidden in the nearby woods.
When Han Qing turned back with red eyes, they had already jumped on their mounts and fled down the mountain road.
In the rush, I didn't forget to fix the heavy crossbow on the special hook behind the saddle to prevent the crossbow from jumping with the ups and downs of the horse's back and interfering with the mount's ability to obey instructions.
"Stop them, don't let them escape!"
"Stop them, they injured the young patrol inspector!"
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Dozens of archers and warriors followed Han Qing down the hillside, either on horseback or on foot, and roars echoed back and forth among the mountains.
A father and son who were chopping firewood heard the shouting and immediately threw their axes at the man in black who was riding his horse past them. However, they did not touch a single hair on the other side.
Two people herding sheep picked up stones and threw them at the man in black. They accurately hit a man in black on the shoulder, but only made the other man scream, and his escape speed did not slow down at all.
"Stop, stop if you dare, your target is me!" Han Qing roared and took out the horn bow from the saddle. Regardless of the danger of falling off his mount, he aimed the bow at the back of a man in black and fired.
The arrow flew away from the bowstring with a roar, but before it could catch up with the man in black, it was blown away by the autumn wind and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Unwilling to be reconciled, he continued to pull the bowstring, and shot the arrows in the quiver one by one at the mount of the man in black. He did not want to shoot through the opponent, but only wanted to hurt the horse under the opponent's crotch and drag down the horse.
Slow down the opponent's escape speed.
However, until the quiver was half empty, not a single arrow could hit the target.
"Stop, don't you want to kill me? Come on, come on -" Seeing the distance between the man in black and himself gradually increasing, Han Qing let out an angry roar again, "Stop,
I'll give you a chance. Don't run away, don't run away if you have the guts!"
The man in black didn't respond, and didn't bother to turn his head. He put his chest against the mount's neck and continued to run away frantically, fearing that sitting up straight would block the wind and affect the horse's speed.
Ziwu Village is not far from the official road.
As long as the horses' hooves stepped onto the official road, they could accelerate with all their strength, and then at a fork in the road, they would completely throw Han Qing and his pursuers away and escape without a trace.
Just when they thought victory was in sight, a pure black horse suddenly came towards them along another mountain road in the thorn.
Two mountain roads crossed in front, and the black horse and the man in black approached quickly. On the back of the horse, Dou Rong, whose face was full of tears, kept raising her arms. In an instant, the cold light flashed into a straight line in her palm.
It's a flying knife.
Each weapon weighs only two ounces, and even if it pierces a person at close range, it is not fatal.
However, when it is stuck on a horse, it has a different effect.
Immediately, the man in black who was fleeing at the front was thrown off the saddle by his mount.
The other two men in black who followed closely behind him had no time to react. They were carried directly by their respective mounts and stepped over the fallen man, causing blood and flesh to fly everywhere.
"Whoosh——, whoosh——, whoosh——", three more flying knives were fired. The two black-clothed assassins did not care about the life and death of their fallen companions, and hurriedly waved their weapons to protect themselves and their mounts.
Their skills were very flexible, and the speed of the flying knives was far inferior to the arrows. In the blink of an eye, all the flying knives were shot down to the ground by them, and the black horse was very close to them.
Raising her right hand again, Dou Rong threw the last two flying knives at the assassin's mount. Then, without even looking at the effects of the flying knives, she pulled out a sword from her waist and aimed it at the one closer to her.
The man in black thrust hard.
"Ah -" the black-clothed assassin roared and shot down the flying knife, raised his knife to block the sword, and was forced to scramble.
Dou Rong's black horse was very smart. Without the owner's orders, it turned sideways and walked side by side with the black-clothed assassin's mount. On the horse's back, weapons struck each other, sparks flying.
In terms of height, the assassin in black is a full foot taller than Dou Rong.
In terms of skill, he is more than one step ahead of Dou Rong.
However, he was entangled by Dou Rong, who was fighting for his life, and was unable to do anything to him.
Another assassin in black wanted to help his accomplices, but was unable to do so because there was a horse between him and the girl.
He angrily tightened the reins of his horse and tried to get behind his accomplice's horse. He was only halfway around when another roar suddenly came from mid-air.
An arrow shot out quickly and hit his shoulder blade.
"Ah——" The black-clothed assassin screamed loudly in fright. He didn't dare to attack Dou Rong anymore. He pressed his body against the saddle and ran for his life alone.
The black-clothed assassin who was entangled by Dou Rong suddenly panicked when he saw his companion abandoning him and running away. His moves were not well coordinated with his mount, and his entire body was exposed.
Dou Rong took the opportunity to stab the man with his sword, and a bloody hole was made in the neck of the man's mount.
The war horse roared loudly in pain, raised its front hooves high, and kicked around. In order to avoid being thrown to death, the assassin on the horse had to give up fighting Dou Rong and concentrate all his attention on controlling the mount.
His riding skills were so good that he quickly calmed down the injured horse and started running wildly along the mountain road again.
However, the sword in Dou Rong's hand stabbed sharply from the side.
"Crack!" The black-clothed assassin swung his weapon again and smashed the sword crookedly.
Before he could fight back, a spear had already come behind him. The sharp spear point used the speed of the war horse to pierce his clothes, tear open his muscles, and stabbed him directly through!
