Volume 10, Chapter 807
Chapter 807
The terrain of Lingyun Mountain is steep and easy to set up ambushes, especially suitable for a small number of assassins to set up ambushes and attack. However, the team did not encounter any accidents when passing Lingyun Mountain, and they passed through unimpeded.
After passing Lingyun Mountain, the next journey was much flatter. According to Tang Yin's calculation, in two days, Xiao Xiang's ceremonial guard would be able to leave Bianyang County and enter the territory of Shengping County. By then, he should return to Feng Country.
To make a long story short, two days later, the ceremonial guard team successfully arrived at the junction of Bianyang County and Shengping County. Going forward about a hundred miles, it was Lesha City in Tong County, Shengping County.
At this time, it was dark, and the chief general of the ceremonial guard team specifically asked Xiao Xiang whether to go a hundred miles to live in Lesha at night, or to stay where he was and wait until tomorrow morning to continue his journey.
Marching at night is inconvenient and easy for assassins to take advantage of. Xiao Xiang thought for a moment and ordered the commander to camp on the spot. Tonight, they will sleep in the wild.
The commander had no objection and took the order to lead the ceremonial team to the woods not far from the official road, set up camp in the woods, and personally commanded his Sichuan soldiers and generals to deploy defenses around the camp.
The team only stayed here temporarily for one night. 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, sleeping with their pillows and clothes.
Tang Yin, Yin Lan, Asan Asi, Ren Xiao, and Chang Feng were also in the camp. They sat around a bonfire and whispered about the next itinerary.
Ah San asked in a low voice: "My king, now that the princess's procession has safely entered Shengping County, should we also return home?"
Yin Lan nodded and continued: "It has been very peaceful along the way. It seems that the assassin will not appear again. We must return home as soon as possible, otherwise if we continue to go deeper, I am afraid it will be difficult to escape in the future."
This time Tang Yin did not object again. He nodded and replied: "Okay! When the procession goes to Lesha City tomorrow, we will find an opportunity to return to Bianyang County."
Hearing that he finally agreed to return home, everyone's faces showed joy. After all, Sichuan is too dangerous. The sooner they leave, the less dangerous it will be.
As they were talking, two Sichuan soldiers came over. Everyone looked up and saw that they were all "old acquaintances". These days, Tang Yin and others have been walking at the end of the procession.
The two Sichuan soldiers were one older and one younger. The younger one was less than 20 years old, and the older one was nearly 40 years old. The two walked over with a smile and asked: "What are you talking about, brothers?"
Yin Lan and others shut up, and no one answered. Tang Yin raised his head with a smile and said, "Nothing, just talking about the new things 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, "Your brothers don't seem to like to talk much!"
Tang Yin smiled and said, "Yes, they are all taciturn, only I talk the most."
The older Sichuan soldier was also happy. After waiting for a while, he restrained his smile, sighed lightly, and said, "Little brother, I am here to say goodbye to you. Tomorrow we will arrive in Lesha, and we should return to the county city. We have been getting along well these days, but I don't know if we can see each other again in the future."
If he hadn't said it, Tang Yin would have almost forgotten that a considerable part of the Sichuan soldiers in the ceremonial guard were the county army of Bianyang County. Now that they have arrived at the border of Shengping County, the work of protecting the princess will naturally be taken over by the local army, and the county army of Bianyang County will also have to withdraw to the county.
He smiled slightly, patted the old soldier on the shoulder, and said, "We also have to go back to Bianyang County to guard the border. When we pass by the county town, my brothers and I will visit you again!"
"That's great!" The old soldier said with a smile: "When the time comes, remember to come to me. I will host you brothers!"
"Haha!" Tang Yin laughed: "Then I will thank you on behalf of the brothers."
"Why are you being polite to me!"
The old soldier chatted with Tang Yin for a while before getting up and leaving. After he left, Tang Yin waved to everyone and said, "It's getting late, everyone should rest quickly. Tomorrow, we may have to travel a whole day, so we have to rest enough tonight."
Everyone nodded and lay down by the campfire one by one. Tang Yin fell asleep quickly. Not long after lying down, his breathing became long and even.
No matter what the environment is, entering the sleep state in the shortest time and resting energy and physical strength as much as possible is also a good habit he has developed over the years.
At night, dark clouds covered the moon, and the campfires in the camp gradually weakened and finally went out one after another. The forest began to become pitch black, and it was pitch black.
When it was five o'clock in the morning, Tang Yin suddenly opened his eyes in his sleep. He lay there without moving, waited for a moment, and a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.
He did not hear any strange noises, nor did he see the enemy, but he keenly smelled a bloody smell. The dense jungle around the camp was filled with thick murderous aura.
There are enemies! This was Tang Yin's first reaction. He subconsciously held the sword under his ribs and pulled it out. Sha! The sword tip came out of the sheath, making a slight sound, but this slight sound was enough to wake up Yin Lan and others around.
People opened their eyes at the same time and saw that Tang Yin was still lying on the ground, but the sword was also half pulled out, and the sword tip was flashing a gloomy cold light in the night.
"Big..." Yin Lan was startled and was about to sit up to ask a question, but Tang Yin made a hushing sound first, signaling Yin Lan not to speak or move.
Seeing Tang Yin's solemn expression and his narrowed tiger eyes occasionally flashing with sharp light, even if they didn't know what had happened, everyone could guess roughly. They all froze, and according to Tang Yin's instructions, they lay motionless in the same place.
After waiting for about two or three minutes, people still didn't notice anything unusual, and Ren Xiao couldn't help but whispered: "Your Highness, what's wrong?"
"Someone died, there may be enemies in the forest!" Tang Yin also said in a low voice.
There are enemies? Everyone was startled, and subconsciously turned their eyes and looked into the surrounding woods.
The forest was dark and quiet. Wherever you look, it's still dark except for darkness, and you can't see the situation inside clearly. Even Chang Feng couldn't detect what was wrong in the forest.
Chang Feng's perception ability is extremely sharp. As long as there are spiritual practitioners near him, they can't escape his perception. However, there were many spiritual practitioners in the Sichuan Army. They were scattered around the camp to defend. Even if an assassin came to attack, he could not tell whether it was an assassin or a Sichuan Army just by the spiritual pressure emanating from the other party.
Tang Yin's feeling was not wrong. There were indeed assassins in the forest, and there were not just one or two people, but dozens or even hundreds of assassins.
This group of assassins was astonishing in number. Each of them was covered with black spiritual armor and held a steel bow in their hands. What was particularly unexpected was that there were also a large number of dark spiritual practitioners among them.
The assassins seemed to know the Sichuan Army's defense very well. Whether it was a sentry or a hidden sentry, they knew their locations very well. Before the person arrived, the spiritual arrows had already been shot.
The spiritual arrows they shot were too powerful and the shooting speed was too fast. Most of the Sichuan soldiers who were standing guard and on sentry duty were shot and killed one by one without any reaction.
Moreover, the assassins' archery skills were amazingly accurate. They could hit the opponent's neck without firing the arrows, killing the Sichuan soldiers on the spot without even making a sound.
They killed more than a hundred Sichuan soldiers in the forest, but from beginning to end, there was no sound in the forest, and the main force of the Sichuan army who were resting in the camp was not alarmed.
The assassins gradually approached the camp. Whoosh, with the sound of breaking wind, another spiritual arrow was shot out. A Sichuan soldier who was squatting on the treetop on guard was hit directly in the throat by this arrow. The spiritual arrow penetrated his neck and was deeply nailed into the tree. The body of the Sichuan soldier stood upright and was nailed directly to the tree.
The muffled sound of the spiritual arrow piercing the human body finally alarmed the Sichuan soldiers standing guard at the gate of the camp. Several Sichuan soldiers looked at each other, then held up torches and walked into the woods at the same time.
As he was walking forward, a Sichuan soldier suddenly heard a dripping sound, as if something had fallen on his helmet. He instinctively raised his hand to touch it, and found that the helmet was sticky. He put his hand down and looked, and his palm was red.
It was blood! The Sichuan soldier shuddered with fear, and hurriedly looked up, only to see the body of a Sichuan soldier hanging on a tree trunk, with his legs hanging in the air, shaking back and forth, and blood flowing down his armor to his toes, and then dripping from his toes.
Ah? The Sichuan soldier's head buzzed, and he opened his mouth wide, about to scream, but suddenly, several black shadows suddenly appeared around them. They didn't even see what was going on. After a series of cold lights flashed, they fell into a pool of blood at the same time.
Dark spiritualists are natural assassins, and the drifting of shadows makes them appear and disappear like ghosts. After killing all the Sichuan soldiers, the assassins looked around and didn't see any other Sichuan soldiers, so they waved to the back.
There was a rustling sound in the woods, and a large group of spiritual practitioners came out. No one spoke, but everyone moved in unison, carrying their steel bows, drawing their sabers, and rushing into the camp with all their strength.
Even inside the camp, there were Sichuan soldiers standing guard or patrolling. When the assassins rushed to the tent where Xiao Xiang was staying, they ran into a team of Sichuan soldiers patrolling there.
In the depths of their own camp, they suddenly saw a large group of black shadows running fast in front of them. The Sichuan soldiers were a little overwhelmed for a while, and couldn't tell whether they were enemies or friends.
But before they could ask questions, the sky was full of lightning and shot over. After the lightning passed, they looked at this team of Sichuan soldiers again. Each of them had spiritual swords stuck in their deep, and they fell in a pool of blood like hedgehogs.
The black shadows continued to run forward without slowing down. When they ran past the bodies of the Sichuan soldiers, they took advantage of the situation and pulled out their own spiritual swords one by one.
Rather than being assassins, these people were more like a military force that had received strict and formal training. They acted in unison and coordinated skillfully, to the point where they could reach consensus without the need for verbal communication.