On the way to the Fifth Army Corps station, looking at the green wheat fields on both sides of the road and smelling the fresh fragrance of grass in the air, Xiao Xiang's gloomy mood in recent days became much brighter.
She was sitting in the carriage and was asked to open the curtains. She closed her eyes leisurely and enjoyed the rare pastoral scenery. As she was walking forward, a group of Sichuan soldiers came in front of her. It looked like there were a hundred or so people.
All of them were neatly dressed and had bright helmets.
"Who's in front of you? This is the Fifth Army station. No one is allowed to enter without permission!" This group of Sichuan soldiers lined up on the road, blocking the road. The leader of the team took two steps forward and faced Xiao Xiang's guard of honor.
Shout loudly.
"With your blind eyes, didn't you see that this is a guard of honor for Her Royal Highness the Princess?"
A guard rushed his horse out of the honor guard, came to the Sichuan soldier captain, raised the whip in his hand, pointed at the other man's nose and shouted: "Go back immediately and report to General Ren, tell him that the princess is visiting, and ask him to hurry up."
Come out of camp quickly to greet us!"
The captain of the Sichuan Army looked surprised. He first looked up at the guard on the horse, then looked behind him at Xiao Xiang's guard of honor, and stammered: "It turns out... it's the princess's guard of honor..."
"Nonsense, go back and report it!" the guard said arrogantly, lowering his head and looking down coldly at the Sichuan soldier captain.
Before the captain of the Sichuan Army could react, Xiao Xiang leaned out of the carriage and said, "There is no need to trouble General Ren. I can just go directly to the military camp."
Seeing Xiao Xiang coming out of the carriage, the captain of the Sichuan soldiers and a group of Sichuan soldiers behind him knelt down and kowtowed, and shouted in unison: "I see you, Your Highness, Princess!"
Xiao Xiang smiled, stood on the carriage, waved to them, and said: "No need to be polite, you all get up!"
All the Sichuan soldiers responded in unison, and then stood up one after another. The guard sitting on the horse urged impatiently: "Get out of the way, get out of the way, get out of the way..." He hadn't finished speaking yet.
After saying that, he suddenly paused and his expression changed drastically.
I saw that the Sichuan soldiers who had stood up had also picked up their crossbows at some point, and the arrow tips exposed outside the crossbows flashed coldly under the reflection of the sun.
"You..." the guard screamed, but he only said two words, and a crossbow arrow shot into his throat as fast as lightning. Pounce! This arrow was shot accurately and firmly, the guard
He fell on his back on his horse and fell straight down.
Almost at the same time, the sound of crossbows was heard in the crowd of Sichuan soldiers, and countless arrows pierced the sky, roaring towards Xiao Xiang.
Xiao Xiang had no time to react. She didn't even see clearly what was going on. Crossbow arrows like raindrops flew towards her.
Beside her, someone screamed: "Princess, be careful—" Following the words, a guard flew onto the carriage and threw Xiao Xiang into the carriage.
Pounce, pounce, pounce - in just an instant, the inside and outside of the carriage were covered with crossbow arrows. Looking around, it was completely black, and there were countless arrows inserted into the walls of the carriage. It was only then that Xiao Xiang realized
I met an assassin myself.
She wanted to get up, but the guard who came up was still pressing on her. Xiao Xiang was ashamed, anxious and angry, and shouted: "Get up quickly!" As she spoke, she pushed the guard hard.
The body of the guard, but the latter showed no reaction. Xiao Xiang felt something was wrong. He raised his head with difficulty and saw that there must be at least dozens of crossbow arrows stuck in the back of the guard, like hedgehogs. He had already died and was bleeding.
It was dripping from the corners of his nostrils and mouth, soaking the skirt of Xiao Xiang's chest red.
"Ah -" Xiao Xiang couldn't help but screamed. She was stunned for a moment before she came back to her senses and shouted: "There is an assassin, escort him! Quickly protect him!"
Without her shouting, the accompanying guards had already rushed towards the "Sichuan soldiers" on the opposite side. The more than a hundred Sichuan soldiers dropped their crossbows, quickly took out pills from their arms, stuffed them into their mouths, and then each drew their sabers and faced them.
Guards, fight to the same place with him.
When they first came into contact, they were just ordinary people, but not long after, the more than a hundred Sichuan soldiers turned into more than a hundred spiritual cultivators, who all put on spiritual armor and spiritualized the swords in their hands.
Xiao Xiang's personal bodyguards were not given in vain, most of them were spiritual cultivators, but compared with the assassins in front of them, they were still far behind.
The two sides fought for a short time, and dozens of guards were cut down by assassins. One assassin broke through the guards' defense, took three steps into two steps, jumped into the carriage, and saw Xiao Xiang still lying in the carriage, still pressed on her body.
There was a corpse of a guard. Without saying a word, he moved his wrist, raised his spiritual sword upside down, pointed it at the corpse of the guard and stabbed it viciously, intending to stab Xiao Xiang to death through the corpse.
When his sword edge was about to come into contact with the body of the guard, he suddenly heard a roar coming from his side. Before he could see clearly what was going on, a figure flew over from the side and knocked him off the carriage.
The two figures rolled into a ball under the carriage.
At the critical moment, a tall and round guard swooped over. Both of them were wearing spiritual armor. They lost their weapons and were fighting on the ground.
The two waved their fists and hit each other's head desperately. The spiritual armor collided with the spiritual armor, and the fragments scattered everywhere, mixed with scarlet blood beads.
This was just the beginning of the battle. More and more assassins broke through the guards' defense and launched a fierce attack on Xiao Xiang's carriage.
A guard rushed into the carriage, dragged Xiao Xiang out, and then supported her and said urgently: "The assassin is coming fiercely. Princess, hurry up and hide in the crop field..."
Before the guard could finish his words, a sword flew from the side and hit his temple, instantly piercing his head. The body of the guard fell down in front of Xiao Xiang, making Xiao Xiang's eyes widen in horror.
Great eyes.
At this time, an assassin ran towards Xiao Xiang with his bare hands, his fingers bent like a ghost.
When he rushed to be less than five meters away from Xiao Xiang, a guard rushed towards him and knocked him into the crops on the roadside. The two started a life-and-death struggle in the grass.
Xiao Xiang swallowed her saliva and looked around with a stiff neck. There were battles everywhere around her. Guards and assassins were fighting everywhere. Swords and swords were flashing, and blood was splashing from time to time. There were piles of corpses on the ground, all bloody and bloody.
, can’t tell which ones are guards and which ones are assassins.
At this moment, she felt like she was standing on the edge of a cliff, her life hanging by a thread, and any external force could push her into the abyss.
The fear that arose from the depths of her heart made her tremble. She no longer cared about the majesty of the princess, lay down on the ground, and crawled towards the crops on the roadside.
Dou's sweat dripped down Xiao Xiang's face and neck from time to time. She couldn't remember how many corpses she climbed over before finally entering the wheat field on the roadside.
When life and death were at stake, she didn't care about whether it was dirty or not. She used all four limbs as feet and kept digging deep into the wheat field.
She didn't stop until she used up the last bit of strength in her body. She didn't dare to look out and see how far she had crawled. Her face was pressed to the ground, and she only had the strength to breathe heavily.
The sound of fighting in the distance became weaker and weaker. I don't know how long it took, but finally there was no sound at all, but you could still vaguely smell the smell of blood in the air.
Xiao Xiang lay on the ground, not daring to raise her head, and huddled up, shaking non-stop.
Sand, sand, sand! The sound of wheat ears being trampled came, and it got closer and closer. Xiao Xiang's heart beat faster and faster, so fast that she had to cover her mouth to avoid screaming.
The sound was loud, and I was afraid that my heart would jump out of my throat.
Sand, sand! The footsteps were closer, so close that Xiao Xiang could hear the creaking sound of the visitor's feet pressing against the soil. The footsteps finally stopped, and the wheat field became silent, so quiet that it was terrifying.
.
Xiao Xiang slowly opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was a pair of military boots, covered with mud and blood. She slowly raised her head, her eyes swept over the opponent's knee pads and breastplate, and finally fell on the opponent's face.
What she saw was a pair of scarlet eyes, as ferocious as the face of an evil spirit.
Her mouth opened wider and wider, but no words came out. The man's red eyes narrowed sharply, and he raised the spiritual sword in his hand little by little. The sword stopped in the air, its edge flashing a dazzling cold light.
Xiao Xiang saw the murderous intention in the other person's eyes and felt the murderous intention in the other person's body, but no one could save her at this time. She had never been so close to death in her life, and she even smelled the breath of death.
, in an instant, countless scenes flashed through her mind like a revolving lantern, from childhood to adulthood, so the scenes that impressed her were played back one by one. In the end, what she thought of was not the assassin, but the victim.
Whose instigation actually thought of Tang Yin.
When Tang Yin's appearance emerged in her mind, Xiao Xiang got the strength from nowhere and was suddenly able to make a sound. She screamed: "Tang Yin, save me——"
She suddenly shouted the words "Tang Yin called me", which made the assassin who was close at hand and ready to swing his sword startled. But in the stunned moment, a figure suddenly shot out of the rice field behind him.
As I walked past, the cold light drew a long arc.
The cold light disappeared, but the bloody light appeared. The assassin didn't even see clearly where the attacker came from, and his neck was cut off with a sword.
At first, a red line appeared on his neck. Then, blood flowed out along this red line. Then, his body shook back and forth involuntarily. As a result, this shaking shook his head.
Come down.
Bang! The head fell to the ground and rolled up to Xiao Xiang's eyes. The distance between it and Xiao Xiang was so close that the tips of their noses almost touched each other. Until this moment, the severed head's expression did not change at all, and its eyes were still glaring.
Staring at Xiao Xiang.
"ah--"
When Xiao Xiang came back to her senses, she was so frightened that she jumped up high from the ground. Then her legs went weak and she fell to the ground again, rubbing her butt against the ground.
"The assassin is dead, please don't panic, Princess!" The man who just jumped out of the wheat field quickly walked up to Xiao Xiang, squatted down, and said quickly to Xiao Xiang, whose eyes had completely lost focus: "The Fifth Legion
The people have already arrived. They will take care of the princess. I can't stay here for long, so I'll take my leave now!" As he spoke, the man pretended to stand up and leave, but when he was halfway up, he realized that Xiao Xiang's hand was not there.
When have you firmly grasped the lapel of his clothes?
Xiao Xiang mechanically turned her head and looked at this person. He was dressed in black and had a black scarf on his face, with only two shining eyes exposed.
Her voice was low and trembling violently, and she asked intermittently: "Tell... tell me, you... who are you?"