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- One hundred and forty-three guards
Bai Wusha hid behind the copywriting and asked in a low voice: "Nanmu, how are you? Where is the injury?"
The whistling sound of the north wind came from outside the window, and Nanmuhe's painful groans rang out in the wooden house. While groaning, Nanmuhe replied intermittently: "I was shot in the shoulder blade was nailed to the chair the arrow can't be pulled out Sir, don't come over, I can't die. You have to be carefulAh"
His voice became weaker and weaker, and finally he fainted from the pain. A pungent smell of blood filled the room, and the pool of blood slowly expanded on the carpet under Nan Muhe, soaking into the black fur.
Bai Wusha frowned. He sometimes stared at the window, sometimes at the door of the wooden house, with a very serious look on his face.
Meng Ju whispered: "Sir, let me check the situation outside."
Bai Wusha glanced at him with a faint look in his eyes: "Be careful, the enemy has a crossbow, don't force it, don't stay within reach of the window."
"Yes, I understand."
Meng Ju leaned over and quickly ran to the door, shrinking his body in a blind corner that was out of reach of the window. He looked out through the gap in the wooden door and couldn't help but shudder: In the pine forest at the front door of the wooden house, seven or eight masked men were scattered densely. They surrounded the wooden house, their swords flashing with cold light. .
What is the origin of this group of people? The Yinghou of the Southern Tang Dynasty, or the rebel party among the people? Or were they political contenders within the Northern Wei court or royal family?
Meng Ju watched carefully, but the other party was wearing different casual clothes, and his origin could not be seen from the clothes. It was the weapons in their hands. Meng Ju recognized them as the standard swords in the army - but it was useless. The Wei Dynasty was in chaos and military discipline was poor. Even terrifying weapons such as battle armors were sold to the rebels. The number of swords lost in the army was so numerous that it was impossible to trace them.
He quickly ran back to Bai Wusha and whispered: "There are seven or eight people in front, with their faces covered and holding swords. No crossbows were seen."
The corners of Bai Wusha's eyes twitched slightly. The enemy was well prepared and must have surrounded the house from all sides. There were seven or eight people at the front door, so the entire encirclement must have exceeded twenty people. He asked: "Are you a soldier?"
"The assassins are wearing civilian clothes with their faces covered. Judging from their temperament, they don't look like soldiers, but like people in the world. Sir, when will reinforcements arrive?"
Reinforcements. . . Bai Wusha smiled bitterly. He glanced at the fireworks at hand and his expression darkened. The news that he lives here is highly confidential, and no one usually comes. If there is an emergency, you only need to set off the fireworks signal you carry with you, and security forces will soon come to reinforce you - but only if the fireworks can be set off!
The enemy is carrying a crossbow. As long as you dare to stay at the window, you will definitely be shot.
Moreover, the danger does not only come from the outside - Bai Wusha glanced at Meng Ju again and said: "I'm afraid it will take a while for reinforcements to arrive, and I'm afraid we will have to hold on for a while. Inspector Meng, facing the assassins outside, How many do you think you can handle?"
Meeting Bai Wusha's eyes, Meng Ju felt an inexplicable chill in his heart, but he didn't know why. He said vaguely: "I can't say for sure. If the enemy doesn't use a crossbow, I might be able to try my best. But if the enemy uses a crossbow, I'm afraid"
Halfway through, he suddenly understood the strange feeling in Bai Wusha's eyes: The enemy had not come earlier, but it came at this time. Could it be the enemy brought by Meng Ju?
Suddenly, Meng Ju broke into a cold sweat behind his back: It¡¯s over, I¡¯m so unlucky, how could such a thing happen to me! Even if he managed to survive the assassination, he would definitely have to shed a layer of his skin when he returned!
If Bai Wusha can get out alive, he will definitely put suspicion on himself;
If Bai Wusha was assassinated, he, as the surviving Dongling Guards officer present, would be suspected of failing to protect him or even secretly communicating with the enemy. In addition to what happened last time - Meng Ju had already had a premonition that the dark door of the dark cell was opening towards the enemy. He waved from afar.
Suddenly, a thought broke into Meng Ju's mind: How about joining forces with these people to kill Bai Wusha and return to the Southern Tang Dynasty with this great achievement? Then the Beifu government should not give him a tenth-level or eighth-level official? .
But immediately, he gave up this idea: he would die faster that way!
The assassins were coming with force and had the absolute upper hand. They certainly wouldn't mind killing a young Dongling Guards officer while killing Bai Wusha - maybe they didn't even have time to reveal their identities before the other party's sword struck them. !
If you want to survive, you can only stand on Bai Wusha's side!
Seeing Meng Ju¡¯s expression gloomy and Bai Wusha squinting his eyes slightly, he asked meaningfully: ¡°Inspector Meng, are you here?¡±??What? "
Meng Ju shuddered and said firmly: "Mr. Bai Zhen, do you have an official robe?"
"Official robe, what are you doing?"
"There are woods outside. I'll put on your official robe and rush into the woods to lure them after me. Then you can take the opportunity to rush out and escape!"
Bai Wusha's face was slightly relaxed. Regardless of whether Meng Ju's idea worked or not, it at least showed the other party's determination to protect him. He shook his head: "I don't usually wear official robes."
He took a knife and a sword from the wall next to him and asked Meng Ju: "Which one do you usually use?"
"I am accustomed to using a knife in my humble position."
Bai Wusha handed over the knife, and Meng Ju took it. He felt it was a bit heavy, but he still managed to get it.
"Inspector Meng, your approach is a bit risky. I have fireworks here. As long as you can hold the enemy back for a moment, I can send out an emergency signal for help. As long as the signal is sent, we will hide in the house and hold on until reinforcements arrive. ¡ª¡ªWhat do you think of this?¡±
As he said that, Bai Wusha had already taken out the fireworks, and he looked at Meng Ju with bright eyes and full of expectation.
At this time, Meng Ju could no longer refuse. He gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I will obey the command of the chief! Chief, I will rush out from the main entrance first and try my best to attract their attention. At this time, you should hurry up." Send the signal!"
¡°Bang bang bang bang¡±
Before he finished speaking, there was a loud banging sound at the front door. Someone was kicking and banging the door very hard outside.
Hearing the heavy knock on the door, Meng Ju was not surprised but happy: to rush out without any cover, he was still worried about the enemy's crossbow. But the other party actually wants to rush in, so that's easy to handle. Meng Ju was still very confident in his close-quarters fighting skills: Even the demon clan's thousands of troops came over to kill them, so was he still afraid of a few little assassins?
¡°Bang bang bang bang¡±
The banging on the door became more and more fierce and louder. Meng Ju hid by the door with bated breath, and suddenly pulled off the door bolt. There was just a "bang" sound, and a masked man opened the door and staggered in. He hit the door with all his strength, but unexpectedly the wooden door suddenly opened wide. The assassin immediately knew something was wrong, but he couldn't hold back his momentum and rushed straight into the house.
Meng Ju hid by the door and slashed with his knife fiercely, piercing the opponent's back. The man screamed and collapsed to the ground on the spot.
After plotting against the first assassin, Meng Ju immediately rushed out of the door like an arrow, and happened to be face to face with the five masked assassins outside the door. Unexpectedly, the other party dared to rush out of the house. The masked assassins were shocked and were stunned for a moment.
Between life and death, there is no room for astonishment. Meng Ju struck out like lightning, and the horizontal sword suddenly passed through like a black thunderbolt, blood spattered, and the two assassins screamed at the same time. They covered their necks, staggered back a few steps and fell down, and dropped their weapons.
But by this time, the other assassins had recovered. The three assassins shot at the same time, and the three long swords stabbed Meng Ju's face, chest, lower abdomen and other vital parts fiercely. The swords were fierce!
The three assassins were all veterans, and the timing of their attack was very accurate. It happened to be the time when Meng Ju had exhausted his old strength and was unable to parry with his new strength. They also cooperated very well. Their sword energy was sharp, and the three long swords had blocked all Meng Ju's escape routes. , no matter how he dodges, he can't escape this criss-crossing sword net!
In the eyes of the assassins, this Dongling Guard officer is already dead!
But at this moment, Meng Ju suddenly shouted loudly: "Kill!"
His eyes suddenly lit up, and with a glance, the three assassins were suddenly dizzy, and the weapons in their hands could not help but slow down. According to Ye Jianxin, in the Mingjue system, "disturbing the enemy" is only a very low-level skill, but Meng Ju felt that this was the most practical skill for him. At a critical moment, as long as you can slow down the opponent's movements, even if the opponent has powerful martial arts, he will be nothing more than a wooden man being hacked!
Meng Ju was merciless and struck out three swords in an instant, knocking down all three assassins.
At this moment, he suddenly felt a warning sign in his heart, and he tilted his head suddenly out of instinct. He felt a rapid chill pass over his face, and the sharp whistle of the wind was so sharp that it almost pierced his eardrums!
Meng Ju suddenly turned his head and looked around: in the pine forest a dozen steps away, a masked assassin holding a crossbow was looking at him in horror, while he was hurriedly stringing the crossbow.
Meng Ju roared and pounced like an enraged leopard, reaching him in an instant from a dozen steps away. The assassin hurriedly dropped his crossbow and drew the sword from his waist to fight. Although he was frightened, he still had a stern demeanor and a tight sword. He must have been a good swordsman in normal times. If they really wanted to fight, Meng Ju would not be able to defeat him without using any of his 30 or 50 moves - but Meng Ju didn't fight with him at all. He sent another Ming Jue out to disturb the enemy, and then cut it off with a single blow.The other person's neck.
Since Meng Ju rushed out of the wooden house, he has killed seven people in one glance.
There were two assassins outside the main gate. Seeing Meng Ju as fierce as a tiger descending the mountain, killing people as fast as blowing a lamp, no one could block his moves. The two assassins were chilled, and they turned around. Run, shouting while running: "White Wolf's idea is too tough! Someone come and help!"
Just at this moment, there was a loud "bang", and in mid-air, a dazzling display of fireworks was blooming and lingering for a long time. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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