However, the next moment, the assassin who pretended to be a messenger suddenly froze; because the snake-like sword he threw out suddenly stopped in the air in front of the little figure, trembling as if he had been caught. Living seven inches away, you can no longer advance even a single inch.
He wanted to pull it out and stab it again, but it still didn't move. Instead, he was hit by a sudden huge force, and the body suddenly vomited blood and was thrown away. Then he rolled heavily to the ground. He was holding his throat, beating the ground in pain and struggling, unable to get up for a while.
As soon as he said it, the companions who came with him also started to take action in an instant; but they were a little far away from the oxcart, and Hong Dashou and others who were awakened used fork spears and The hook spear and hand cards blocked and intercepted from the left and right flanks.
And under the siege of the county soldiers who were outflanking them with hisses and screams, they could no longer escape and were unable to advance or retreat; they were stabbed one after another with spears and spears in their arms, legs and feet; or they struggled to move outwards. Clash slashed, but was knocked back by the hand.
Seeing these assassins, they were soon dripping with blood in the melee, and fell to the ground one after another. Only then did some people come back to their senses and shouted in a hissing voice:
"Stop, stop!"
"Don't kill them all!"
"Stay alive."
However, it was too late. Under the indiscriminate hacking and slashing caused by the crowd's anger, these assassins had turned into inhuman pieces and meat paste all over the ground. At this time, someone shouted:
"There is still one!"
But it was an accomplice who stayed outside and was responsible for looking after the horses, but he did not hesitate to use his bow and slash a few times; he cut down the two nearest county soldiers, and then jumped up and jumped on a mount; he also had excellent riding skills. The hooves kicked and turned, knocking the surrounding soldiers away and flying away in the air.
However, as soon as a sound of strings was heard in the car, the accomplice who galloped out with his horse and hoofs was already spraying a stream of blood mist on his shoulders and back. After a few steps, he suddenly burst into flames. Sliding down, the mount dragged out a long trail of blood as its momentum continued.
At this moment, the people gathered around the bullock cart roared like they were waking up from a dream. They didn't know whether they were cheering, shocked, or in awe. Then, under the leadership of Hong Dashou, they crowded in front of the oxcart curtain and shouted urgently:
"Your Majesty!"
"I have nothing to do"
Then, the little round face in the bullock cart replied: And Jiang Tian, who had just put down the bowstring in his hand, secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Who would have thought that the assassination of the little round face would actually be two waves of people coming one after another. If there were no progress prompts, it would be really dangerous.
Then, Yuanzhou's left-wing Sima An Wuyi, whose face was full of panic and shame, was also blocked from the forbidden circle deliberately maintained by Hong Dashou and others, and was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, but a little faintly He yelled loudly:
"Is the prince okay?"
"Hong Dutou, let him come over and talk!"
The little round-faced boy who got the hint also spoke up:
Later, when he saw the blood stains on the bullock cart, he couldn't help but feel a thump in his heart. However, when he looked carefully, he saw that it was a large gray-haired dog squatting in front of the railing. The blood was flowing from its hind legs, and he couldn't help but feel relieved. Immediately, An Wuyi prostrated himself and shouted:
"The despicable death penalty has actually caused the unscrupulous person to offend His Majesty's dignity again."
"It stands to reason that you escorted me all the way here, and you have worked hard without any credit; even if there is a little negligence, there is no need to blame yourself so much."
The little round face sitting upright said again:
However, when An Wuyi heard this, his heart relaxed again, but then tightened again; the prince's words sounded a little wrong, which made him slightly panicked. Sure enough, I heard the little round face continue:
"Next, I won't bother you to continue escorting; there's no need to go to Yuanzhou anymore."
"Now that Yu has leaked his whereabouts, I'm afraid there will be more dangers and obstacles."
"There are always some loyal people around me, so naturally I can escort him on his way..."
When Hong Dashou and the others heard this, they straightened up their stomachs with pride and wished they could raise their heads to the sky. However, for An Wuyi, it was truly bad news and a blow. Although the prince said it in a subtle way, didn't it mean that he no longer trusted him?
"Your Majesty Mingjian... I'm humble... I'm humble, I have no other intention... It's just..."
An Wuyi was a little dizzy and speechless. He wanted to defend himself, but found that he had no way to start. You know, he took the initiative to ask for help with great difficulty, and got this opportunity for search and rescue. How could he endure the futility? And what's the result?
However, he had no excuse for the current situation, because the two attacks did indeed occur under his protection: this kind of extremely depressed but helpless depression made him want to do something to dissect him. To prove your sincerity and loyalty?
At this time, Hong Dashou, who was standing next to him, suddenly said:
"Your Majesty, An Sima was guarding you all the way, maybe he was also deceived by others?"
"Yes, yes, someone is indeed causing trouble!"
Hearing these words, An Wuyi seemed to have found a life-saving straw. Even looking at Hong Dashou, a country guy with mud legs, he became friendly and trustworthy, and he followed his words decisively:
"Please, Your Majesty, give me another chance to serve you, and I will surely live up to my expectations."
"In that case, would you like to ask me one more question?"
At this time, the little round-faced boy who had been instructed to strike while the iron was hot did not wait for him to think too much and spoke again:
"An Sima, can Yu trust you to call? Can I trust you to call Yuanzhou?"
However, the next moment, An Wuyi suddenly realized, how could those assassins who pretended to be messengers deceive him? Their seals and passwords are guaranteed to be fake. And I have always been aloof in life, and except for the acting county guard, I am not close to anyone else.
This time, when everyone was trying to avoid suspicion, Yao Ren was appointed to search for and deal with the Crown Prince and Xing Zai. What it represented behind it made him hesitate and shudder. However, An Wuyi gritted his teeth and said:
"I am naturally trustworthy, and everyone in Yuanzhou naturally loves the Crown Prince... Should I give you an explanation before and after this matter?"
"If that's the case, then I can feel at ease."
The little round-faced man who was strictly prohibited from sitting in the bullock cart said softly:
"Next, I have something else for you to do for me."
"But please give me your orders?"
An Wuyi, who was sweating profusely in a short period of time, said with a faint sense of relief:
And Jiang Tian, who was hiding beside him, secretly breathed a sigh of relief. After all, while observing the words and emotions of the other party, he carefully figured out the other party's character and reaction, and simultaneously guided the other party's emotions word for word, using justice and reason as an assist, and finally forced the other party to publicly express his position. The whole psychological game process is also very tiring.
But more than ten miles outside the county city, Zhu Lun, the original mountain county guard and city lord, was in trouble. He only sent people to conduct a symbolic search, thinking that he had tried his best; but he did not expect that the unscrupulous An Wuyi who led the team out actually found the person; this made him feel uncomfortable for a while.
As everyone knows, this prince who escaped alone is a hot potato; many of the important relationships are simply not something that a acting county governor like him, a mere city lord, can afford. Not to mention, it would be an unreasonable disaster to attract the attention and attention of those Fuso coalition forces.
Therefore, he was more concerned about the meaning behind Fuso Domain's unprecedented formation of a coalition than the wild speculations of the civilian officials. Because he vaguely knew that among the oaths sworn by the first group of feudal princes when they came to the capital to offer sacrifices to heaven, it was stated that the Han princes were not allowed to attack each other, and that the first offender should be attacked together within the country.
Therefore, in the more than two hundred years after the alliance was established, various princes in the world and even in the far reaches of the world have had conflicts and disputes, and even assassinations and murder methods; but at least they have maintained the clear bottom line and boundaries. ; For fear of becoming a sinful vassal under the decree of the Celestial Empire and the target of being besieged.
However, this time, the feudal lords with the Tang surname of Fusang put aside the disputes and conflicts between the Tu tribe and foreign vassals, and joined forces to cross the sea and invade the adjacent East Sea Road. What does this mean? Could it be that something happened in the Middle Kingdom that made this generation no longer taboo or have no time to take care of it?
While he was suffering internally but still maintaining an expressionless reserve on the outside, he suddenly saw the general who had been sent out to find out the news, finally galloping back and shouting:
"It's coming, it's coming, it's all coming."
"Preach and play music."
"Where is the representative of the fathers?"
