Chapter 503 Upper Yuan Night (Middle Five)

Forty or 50 men on the field who pretended to dance dragons and lanterns and danced lions had copied their blades and scattered the burning things and caused chaos. At the same time, a group of people rushed to the high level of a wooden building standing by Yang Koer and Li Zeng, Zhou Dong and others.

In Song Nan's eyes, his heart was like lightning across the dark clouds, and it was snowy; the target of this group of people must be himself, but he didn't know that Yang Kou'er pretended to be a Xibei goods; in an instant, the group of people had rushed to the steps.

In a panic, no one noticed that the closed door of the wooden building behind Li Zeng and Zhou Dong opened a crack. Li Zeng and Zhou Dong quickly did not enter, and the door closed tightly in an instant. Dozens of men with bright blades slowly approached Yang Koer, who had only a dozen guards around him.

Song Nan had no time to care about the rest. He rushed into the room and rushed to the place where Yang Kouer was through the burning thing with thick smoke. The surrounding people fled to chaos, but Song Nan's eyes stared at the steps, and everything around him was not in his attention.

The sharp sound of the bamboo flute blew. It was a personal guard beside Yang Kuoer who played the bamboo flute, but the bamboo flute only sounded a few breaths and buzzed. The long-black feather arrow nailed into his throat. The personal guard turned over and fell across the corpse steps.

More than a dozen guards shouted at the same time. Seeing that the road around was blocked, they knew that they had been ambushed by others. One person blocked Yang Kouer's body, and the rest of the people quickly lifted out the fire. At the moment they stepped on the steps of the assassination, the fire roared loudly. When the sound was endless and after the smoke, only three assassins who rushed up the steps fell, and the rest of the people's clothes were broken like flying flocs, revealing a black chest full of dents, but they did not die.

"I, Dayuan warrior, can't get into the knife and gun, and what can I do with firearms?" The leading assassin covered a black scarf and laughed up to the sky, stretched out his hand to pull the black things full of dents on his chest, and threw them aside with a bang. The guards of the fire camp on the stairs were stunned. It turned out that these guys had already prepared, with thick iron plate protectors on their chests, and the iron sand could not penetrate their bodies at all. If I had known this, just now Just hit their heads and faces instead of shooting their bodies.

During the training of the fire battalion, it emphasized the need to hit the enemy's body, because the target is easy to hit, unlike the head target, which is small and the skull is hard. If it can't hit a large area, it will only be injured but can't be killed. Unexpectedly, it was exploited by this group of people.

A round of fire shooting needs to be loaded. Obviously, the assassins also know this truth, but they are not in a hurry to come forward. The leading assassin waved his hand, and there was a loud sound on the opposite side of the street. A large rain of arrows came from the opposite window on the second floor. The guards had pulled out the embroidered spring knife to prepare for a hand fight, but they were killed by this crossbow. The arrow hit head-on, but the screams were endless. More than a dozen guards were spared. Three or four black feather arrows were nailed to each person and fell to the ground.

Blood flowed down from the upper steps layer by layer, and the whole step had been soaked with blood. Song Nan witnessed all these tears. Yang Keer was over, and there was no standing figure on the steps. I'm afraid all the people were killed in this sudden arrow attack. Song Nan's body was cold and stiff, and her strength seemed to be All were taken away, and there was no strength in his body.

The harsh sound of the bamboo flute sounded again. This echo came from Song Nan. Hou Dabiao took the footsteps of Song Nan with four personal guards. The battle here was fleeting, and they didn't even have time to see all this. When they saw Song Nan standing in the middle of the empty street, with the bodies of more than a dozen brocade guard brothers lying on the opposite steps, they realized how serious the problem was.

"Quickly mobilized people and blow the whistle to inform all the brothers here to come to protect the adults." Hou Dabiao ordered quickly and flew to Song Nan at the same time.

Song Nan was awakened by the sound of the bamboo flute. He saw that more than 30 assassins were stepping on the steps with blades and began to mend the fallen guards. His anger was indescribable. Yang Koer and a group of brocade guards were difficult to escape. This group of people had to mend their knives to absolutely kill them. How fierce it was. The gang intends to make themselves have no chance to survive this time.

Song Nan rushed forward, and the double guns in his hand had already been pulled out. He rumbled to pull the trigger against more than a dozen assassins standing under the steps. The group was guarded by iron plates in front of them. Unfortunately, there was no protection behind the ridge. Four shots were fired in a row, and seven or eight assassins' backs were blown into blood holes and rolled to the ground.

The assassins who repaired the knife on the steps were stunned and looked back. They were a little stunned to see a man running with two fire knives in his hand.

"Song Nan is dead, and the guards are coming. Let's go quickly." The leading assassin saw the opportunity very quickly. Although he did not see more brocade guards, the bamboo flute echoed around. The person who came was obviously the guard of the disguised brocade guards. It seemed that the brocade guards had arranged a lot of casual clothes on this street, and if they didn't leave, they would all die here.

A group of assassins acted quickly when they heard the words and raised their knives to roll and howled on the ground. As a result, the group rushed to the north and fled quickly among the wild crowd.

"Hou Dabiao, Hou Dabiao." Song Nan shouted loudly.

"You deserve to die, you are here." Hou Dabiao ran over angrily.

As Song Nan ran up the steps, she ordered coldly: "Immediately mobilize people to block the whole street. There are assassin's bows and crossbows on the opposite building, and send someone to kill them immediately. Where's Wang Yong? How can he be seen?

Hou Dabiao listened to Song Nan's words and coldly, and did not speak peacefully at all. He knew in his heart that it was a crime of dereliction of duty today. This time, nearly 70 people came to the Lantern City. Except for the 14 people who followed Yang Keer's protection, the rest of them walked around the Lantern City. When the chaos broke out, they could not arrive in time, which caused It's a big disaster.

"Death to hell, plead guilty."

"Now is not the time to say this. The most important thing is to arrest assassins with all your strength. If you teach them to retreat completely, won't it be a great shame? Call Wang Yong to see me immediately. Where is this man at the critical moment?" Song Nan shouted harshly.

Hou Dabiao was speechless, and he didn't know where Wang Yong was. At this time, there was a roar of fire and the sound of the battle of the blades across the street. A personal guard rushed to report: "Waiting for Zhenfu, Wang Jianshi fought with the assassin on the other side of the street. There were more than 30 archers hidden upstairs across the street. Wang Jian ordered me to ask Da People are in danger."

Hou Dabiao looked at Song Nan, and Song Nan shouted harshly, "What are you still doing? Why don't you mobilize people to help and block the streets?

Hou Dabiao hurriedly agreed and took people to go quickly.

During the tea time after the sudden change, the dense crowd watching the lights on the street were like fallen leaves swept away by the autumn wind, and soon there was no one. When Hou Dabiao left with people, the street suddenly became empty. Some of the lanterns on both sides of the street were still shining, some had turned upside down to the ground, and the candles inside were lit. The bamboo crackled.

The faint fight and the crying of the people in the distance made this empty street look lonely and horrible.

Song Nan stared at more than a dozen corpses on the steps and slowly stepped on the sticky blood. The tragic situation in front of him was indescribable. These guards held the blade in their hands, with black crossbows and arrows on their bodies, maintaining a desperate expression of charging. Some of them were also on their necks by assassins who came forward to mend their knives later. Several knives were cut in the fatal place.

More than a dozen crossbows were nailed on the closed wooden door and penetrated several inches deep into the door panel. At the door steps, a 100-family guard battalion officer leaned against the door, his eyes were wide open, his hands stretched out and stretched out, and there were noless 20 arrows nailed in his chest and abdomen.

Song Nan knew him. This is Du Wancheng, the general flag officer of the fire brigade. Although this person is not well qualified and taciturn, his loyalty is deeply appreciated by Song Nan. Song Nan has planned to promote him to thousands of households in other places after returning to Beijing, but he did not expect to lose his life here.

Song Nan's eyes gradually moistened, and he looked carefully at the body of the fallen guard in the haze, but found that he did not see where Yang Koo'er's body was. Song Nan hurriedly turned around a few times and shouted, "Kou'er, Ko'er..."

"Mr. Song..." A weak voice came to Song Nan's ears. Song Nan was overjoyed and shouted, "Koer, is that you? Where are you?"

"Msong..., I don't know, I can't move."

This time, Song Nan was convinced that it was Yang Koun'er's voice, and she also heard the place where the sound was made. She followed the sound and saw a pair of boots under Du Wancheng's cloak leaning against the door, which was her official boots. Song Nan quickly took Du Wancheng's body away and saw Yang Ko'er's face full of blood and panic. His eyes lay on the ground in a daze.

"Kier..." Song Nan came forward and whispered softly.

"Is it you, Mr. Song?"

Song Nan took off the beard on his face, took off his sheepskin hat, and said hurriedly, "It's me, it's me."

Yang Koo'er put her arms around Song Nan's neck and cried loudly. Song Nan patted her on the back and comforted her, "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid. It's all over. It's over."

Yang Koeer couldn't stop so much that she hugged Song Nan tightly and did not let go. Song Nan comforted her while clearing her head. It seemed that Yang Koer's survival was completely the work of Du Wancheng. He blocked the crossbows that had been shot and shot at Yang Koer the most, so Du Wancheng was hit by more than 20 arrows on his body, and several nails were also several times on the door. Ten arrows. There is no doubt that the assassin's goal this time is very clear, so he came to kill himself, and his firepower is all concentrated on Yang Guoer.

Song Nan hugged Yang Koer tightly to comfort her. Yang Koer's mood gradually calmed down. Song Nan suddenly remembered something. Just now, she rushed over without thinking and didn't have time to inform the Lord and servants of Princess Ping'an to let them hide quickly. I don't know if there was any accident between their master and servants in the chaos; Song Nan subconsciously Looking up at the empty street, his heart suddenly became cold, and his muscles stiffened.

"Brother, what's wrong with you?" Yang Kooer noticed something strange and raised her face from Song Nan's neck and asked.

Song Nan silently took her hand and stood up. Yang Kooer looked along Song Nan's cold eyes and saw two dark shadows standing quietly under the steps, ordinary tall and short, fat and thin, and the clothes behind her were slowly drifted by the night wind.

"Lord Song, can you comfort your companion?" Ye Baoren's voice sounded coldly.

"Why don't you protect the princess and go back home? Why do you stay here?" Song Nanqiang kept calm and said lightly.

"No hurry, there's something left. Our brothers can't leave."

"If I guess correctly, you are going to kill me here, right?"

"Lord Song is really smart and was hit by you. We were ordered by the prince to take your life in the light market tonight. So, we won't talk nonsense. Are you on your own, or do you want our brother to help you?"