The assassins appeared unexpectedly, and more than a hundred assassins had been lying in wait for a long time under the cover of night.
Without any precaution or worry, the assassins just appeared in front of everyone.
The sound of long swords being unsheathed could be heard endlessly, and long bows were taken out one after another from the carriage. Fu Yuxiang led the soldiers in front of him to retreat on horseback. Since the front road was blocked and the back road was blocked, there was a lot of resistance on the other side. In the carriage, defend first and then break through.
Han You quickly dismounted. At this time, it is best not to ride a horse if you are not taking the lead. Riding a horse is a living target.
Fu Yuxiang didn't stupidly yell about the imperial envoys being here, who dares to commit murder and kill the nine tribes and other nonsense.
All fools know that the people they kill are the imperial envoys, otherwise they wouldn’t come.
There were also people who did not dismount. In addition to Fuyuxiang, Feng Bai and Zhou Tong were also riding on their horses. Not only were they not afraid, they were also a little excited.
What is killing talents? This is it.
Killing, killing of killing, talent, talent of talent, talent of professional killing, killing talent.
The difference between killers and ordinary people is that their livelihood is killing. There is no such thing as killing people and not letting others stop killing you. It can also be understood as a desperado.
Desperados, how can they be afraid of such a scene.
The assassins are getting closer and closer, and they are all professionals. No one on Han You's side calls us imperial envoys, and the other party will not call us to put down our weapons and give you a good time.
With a "whoosh" sound, the sound of sharp arrows piercing the air was heard, and an assassin fell on his back.
Feng Bai held a long bow and fired the first shot... of arrows.
The battle began, and the encirclement was very weak. Fuyuxiang took the lead and rushed out with a loud roar.
Just imagine, a man who is 1.82 meters tall, weighs 87 kilograms, rides a tall horse, holds two long knives, and rushes over at a speed of forty-five miles from the start.
Cruel, it’s not just a matter of bragging.
Fierce is not an exaggeration.
Master Xiang, of course, is not in vain.
The distance of tens of feet was approaching in an instant. The war horse knocked over an assassin. When he passed by the assassin, half of his head was chopped off with the sword in his right hand. The assassin in front actually opened his long bow and threw the sword in his left hand.
The long knife was at the center of the body. Fuyuxiang bent down slightly. Before the body fell, the long knife was already back in his hand.
One strike would kill both of them and injure them. The Fuyuxiang laughed loudly: "Hahahahahaha..."
Halfway through his laughter, Fuyuxiang turned around and couldn't be happy anymore.
He rushed so hard that the soldiers didn't follow him at all, no, to be precise, they didn't follow him at all.
Fu Yuxiang thought he was leading the charge, and there were at least five to eight soldiers charging with him on horseback. But when he turned around, he found that there was not even a shadow of a ghost.
I don’t blame the soldiers either. Their daily training is mainly about playing football. They can count the number of times they have used real swords on one hand. The most ruthless enemies are the shopkeeper and the waiter who peed their pants whenever they saw Han You in Beijing. We, now we meet assassins unexpectedly, there are so many of them, we have forgotten all about our usual training.
But then I thought about it, and the fish elephant was happy again, because he was surrounded by more than ten opponents by himself, and he was just in time to kill them.
Feng Bai and Zhou Tong also rushed out, one to the left and one to the right, and immediately broke up the encirclement that had not yet been formed in front of them.
Wang Hai made a prompt decision and thrust out his daggers one by one, stabbing the horse's buttocks under the crotch of the soldiers. With the sound of the horses roaring, the soldiers had to charge even if they didn't.
The battle also turned into a chaotic battle. The soldiers almost closed their eyes and slashed with their swords.
Looking at the assassins, they were originally infantry. The first reaction when the horses were galloping was to avoid them. There were not many soldiers, but they were also cavalry. They really made these soldiers hack and kill a few.
But the novice's good luck ended here. When the soldiers pulled the reins to stop the horses, the assassins also rushed over with their swords, and everyone fought independently.
The screams continued for a while, and one soldier after another was pulled off the horse, blood spattered, and the screams continued.
Fortunately, the soldiers brought out by Fuyuxiang this time were considered to be relatively outstanding in the auxiliary barracks. After the initial panic, their eyes were red for a moment when they saw the blood. After the adrenaline in the body was boosted, the long knife began to chop randomly.
Fu Yuxiang, Feng Bai, and Zhou Tong were all in a mess, especially Fu Yuxiang, who rode a horse and ran rampant like a meat grinder, and the two long knives were invincible.
Feng Bai was walking on the periphery, his slightly narrowed eyes like a cat in the dark night, shooting sharp arrows at anyone who wanted to get close to Han You.
This was also the first time Feng Bai showed off his archery skills, which was terrifying.
Zhou Tong was more capable of showing off. He was a horseless warrior if he had a horse but not a ride. He rushed to the carriage in front and started hitting the carriage with his bare hands, trying to push away the obstacles.
The three killer brothers closely guarded Han You and were not idle either. In addition to Lu Baichuan, Wang Hai and Jiang Zhui were holding long bows. Every time the sound of breaking through the sky was heard, the assassins fell in a pool of blood.
The thick smell of blood spread with the wind. Whether they were soldiers or assassins, they were all fighting for their lives with red eyes, either being hacked, or hacking people first, and then being hacked.
Seeing more and more soldiers falling down, someone among the assassins suddenly shouted.
"The soldiers of Zhe Chong Mansion are here, brothers, let's go!"
With this shout, all the assassins stopped trembling and ran down the official road.
What was shocking was that the assassins who were injured or unable to run away all committed suicide, at least a dozen of them.
Fu Yuxiang did not dare to order the pursuit. While having people drag the injured back, he led others to protect Han You.
There was fire in the distance, and the war horses came galloping, and the ground trembled slightly under the horses' hooves.
At least two hundred cavalry appeared in front of the official road with torches held high.
The miscellaneous soldiers were extremely nervous, not knowing whether these people who were obviously members of the military were enemies or friends.
When the two hundred cavalrymen were about to arrive, they all pulled the reins. The leader was wearing armor. When he saw the corpses on the ground, his expression changed drastically. He turned over and dismounted and ran over quickly.
Seeing many people pulling bows and strings, this man immediately unsheathed his sword and threw it out. After approaching, he knelt down on one knee.
"You Wentao, the captain of Zhechong Prefecture, has met General Fu. He has met..."
You Wentao, who was not strong in stature, raised his head and saw Han You who was protected by everyone: "I have seen General Han."
It was a friend rather than an enemy. Fu Yuxiang was slightly relieved. Just when he was about to be chased, Han You said calmly: "Save the injured first, rest where you are, and return to Qiongzhou in a quarter of an hour."
You Wentao couldn't help but said: "The assassin hasn't run far yet. Can the general lead his men in pursuit?"
"No need." Han You shook his head: "The assassin is in the city."
"In the city?"
Han You walked over and looked at You Wentao condescendingly: "How did you know that the assassin was going to attack me on the official road?"
"While patrolling the camp, a commoner on horseback said that he saw many people wearing black clothes and carrying knives with strange shapes on the official road. When the general learned about it, he quickly brought people over to check, but he did not know that the assassin was the general."
Han You nodded. If his guess was correct, the "common people" who reported the news could no longer be found.
"Shao Yin."
Lu Baichuan, who was inspecting the body, turned around and said, "They are from the city's palace guards, Xiang Lun's bastard faction."
"Impossible!" Wen Tao, who was kneeling on the ground, his face changed drastically, and he shouted out loud: "How could Sir Xiang send someone to assassinate the general?"
Lu Baichuan threw a long knife over: "See for yourself."
You Wentao was stunned. It was indeed a long knife used by the palace guards.
Lu Baichuan said in a low voice: "Before the assassin retreated, he shouted that the soldiers of Zhechong Mansion are coming. Brothers, if they were leaving, how would they call the Zhechong Mansion soldiers the soldiers of Zhechong Mansion if they were ordinary assassins."
Han You remained calm, without any surprise on his face.
You Wentao's breathing became more rapid and he was sweating like rain: "The general just said that the assassin was in the city, could he mean..."
"Send someone back to bring another five hundred soldiers, and by the way, bring more horse-drawn carriages, ox-carts, and baggage."
"The general wants to..."
"Prepare to make a fortune."
Feng Bai walked over, relieved: "Five brothers were injured, four were slightly injured, and one was missing an ear and ruined his face."
Han You breathed a sigh of relief and cursed: "If you don't work hard at ordinary times, you will be dumbfounded when you go to the battlefield!"
The soldiers lowered their heads.
Work hard, why don't you work hard? We are so fierce when we play football.
Thinking of this, the soldiers all looked at Fu Yuxiang again, full of complaints.
Damn, we are in the military. We don’t practice sword skills on weekdays, but we always kick the ball. Was this stupid guy a general in charge of the army?
