Xie Ming

Xiao Nian's night patrol servants were gone, and it was still uncertain when the garrison troops at the front residence would arrive. He had no choice but to change his tactics immediately to deal with the situation, which could become even worse.

Seeking an opportunity, he quickly calmed Xiao'e down and hid her under the tea table by the window.

He concealed himself with gauze and leaped to the other side of the main room, away from the lady.

"Hey you outside, come inside if you dare, let's have a real fight."

"Instead of just shooting arrows at me from the outside and wasting time, you can't do anything to me anyway."

"Why don't you come in and have some fun?!"

Such sudden mockery, seemingly adding fuel to the fire, only exacerbates the already dire situation.

In reality, Xiao also had his own helpless calculations.

All of this was because, as soon as I went down into the courtyard, I peeked through the arrow slits and saw that, in addition to the archers with crossbows on the walls, there were also forty or fifty men with blades surrounding the area in the courtyard.

There were several, located only three or five steps away from the door of the house where Xiao Changyan, the youngest son of the family, lived in the east wing.

However, there is no breakthrough in this area, or the voice is suppressed and the true mastery is not shown in front of others.

If we let these people search every room in the backyard, wouldn't that harm innocent bystanders?

That's fine.

However, compared to the present day, Xiao Ke only has one bloodline, Chang Yan.

To save his son from danger, the father showed no fear.

Moreover, those who come specifically to mock others are not entirely without resources.

You should know that the reason why they desperately borrowed silk and gauze to turn to the other side.

Besides being far away from where Xiao'e is hiding, we should also make sure she doesn't get caught up in the fighting later.

In fact, Xiao had a set of armor and a short gun in the room, all of which were right next to him.

As he began to hurl insults, Xiao also busied himself, his hands never idle, frantically putting on armor piece by piece.

Especially those with breastplates and helmets, at this moment, who cares about being crooked or dignified? The room is very dark, so as long as it can be tied up, it's fine.

"Xiao'e, don't move. Listen to your Brother Xiao."

"They're nothing but cowardly thieves."

"I think you still remember playing hide-and-seek in the house when we were little."

“Xiao’e is good at hiding somewhere and won’t come out, no matter how much I worry about her.”

"Let's play one more time this time."

"You absolutely mustn't come out!"

After making the announcement, Xiao Jingchuan quickly lowered his voice and instructed his wife to give further instructions.

With a clap to his chest, gunpowder was added to his short gun, and his sword was drawn. Everything seemed ready for an emergency, and all preparations were completed.

At the last moment, Xiao glanced once more at the raging, dead Da Biao.

Take a deep breath.

The thoughts seemed both sorrowful and resolute, a complex mix ultimately requiring a strange tranquility.

His hand gripping the sword hilt trembled slightly; at that moment, it was impossible to tell whether it was fear or excitement.

Then a figure darted in from outside the window, its hurried footsteps approaching from afar.

A fierce battle is about to begin in the dark room under the moonlight!
The window paper was torn to shreds by arrows and was riddled with holes.

The moonlight filtered in through the hole, falling on the blue bricks inside the hall.

The room was filled with a deep blue hue, half-lit and half-shadowed.

The broken edges of the table gleamed coldly, and the shadow of the display shelf was elongated and distorted.

Broken porcelain shards were scattered all over the ground, creating a mess.

After this brief moment of emptiness.

Suddenly!

A figure flashed past the window.

Under the pale blue moonlight, Xiao Jingchuan keenly spotted the movement of the person close to the assassin—leaning against the east wall, a slender figure.

Clusters of clusters

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps erupted again!

Shadows reveal intentions faster than people. Right next to Xiao's window sill, the shadow suddenly lengthened, clearly indicating that an outsider was raising a knife, intending to break through the window and enter.

Judging by his appearance, Xiao seized the opportunity at this critical moment to take the lead.

With a soft thud, the sword thrust outwards.

With a flash of the sword, a bloodcurdling scream rang out from outside. The white blade went in and the red blade came out, taking down one of them first.

At the same time, with their outward actions exposed, they no longer held back. Bang bang bang—

Suddenly, four or five people broke through windows and doors to enter.

"what--"

The two sides engaged in close combat, shouts erupted, and the room became a chaotic mess.

Xiao, dressed in armor and carrying a sword, took advantage of his position and waited in the shadows to gain the upper hand. He spotted the two thieves who had rushed in from the side and positioned themselves facing each other. With a thrust of his sword, he slit their throats.

Then, glancing sideways at the tea table where Xiao'e was hiding, he saw someone about to jump in to kill the thief.

Without hesitation, he raised his gun and fired.

A loud bang was heard!
The thief who broke through the window shouted and was shot out.

Moreover, the gunshots inside the house were incredibly loud, and Xiao's ears were really ringing.

However, in this critical moment, there was no time to pay attention to such things.

The brief gunshot startled the thieves who had entered the house.

Taking advantage of the moment when his soul was lost, Xiao Jian swiftly struck again, killing one person in two quick exchanges.

Clang clang clang—

He then fought the last remaining thief twice with his blade.

The clang of metal rang out, and sparks flew everywhere.

After a brief encounter, Xiao had a deep feeling that the only one left was that guy, whose martial arts skills were also quite remarkable.

The blade grazed Xiao's hair, and after a brief exchange, each of them took a step back. Then, a few strands of Xiao's hair drifted away in the moonlight.

Xiao Lie glanced at him, stared intently, gritted his teeth, and adopted a desperate stance.

Because of the armor protecting him, Xiao took the opportunity to charge forward and shoved the man between the chest and abdomen with his shoulder.

Both stumbled and fell to the ground, swords flying and legs kicking wildly.

In the moonlight, the dust that was suddenly stirred up was chaotic, like a pool of broken silver being overturned and scattered for miles.

The two figures wrestled and rolled, their blades and swords flashing and reflecting the moonlight.

The opponent was masked, so Xiao could not see his appearance.

The room was dark and dim, and the two of them could only see a blurry, constantly shifting shadow as their opponents fought.

A few breaths later, it was a life-or-death moment.

Xiao Lang raised his elbow and used the wrist clamp to smash the night thief's face.

He flipped over and pinned his opponent down.

The sword tip thrusts straight in!

The night thief was swift and managed to put up a fight.

Two hands gripped Xiao Lang's wrist tightly as he exerted force, and the two fought with all their might.

The sword tip slowly sank.

The sharp blade hovered three inches in front of his throat.

The two were locked in a stalemate, their breaths mingling, their arms trembling violently.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind came, and the hole in the window paper was widened, so another piece was lifted up.

The cold moonlight unexpectedly shone between the two of them.

Xiao could no longer conceal the murderous intent in his eyes.

The night thief was terrified.

Almost instantly, taking advantage of a momentary lapse in concentration, Xiao Jingchuan suddenly exerted his strength and pressed down hard, covering his entire body with power.

The sword stabbed downwards fiercely.

The blade tip plunged straight into the blue brick, sending sparks flying.

A brief, cold moonlight illuminated half of the assassin's face that night.

Now, his face is blurred, a sharp sword has pierced his brow bone diagonally, and blood is gushing out.
Tong Ji fought hard in this match, and Xiao Yi was exhausted and panting heavily.

Before I knew it, my limbs felt weak, and I slumped back into a chair.

Looking ahead from this position, it's hard to tell whether the lady under the table was actually looking at him the moment before.

Anyway, when I arrived, she had already fainted from fright.

I didn't have the strength to climb over there to see.

Xiao Mamu gasped for breath, unable to rest any longer. With great effort, he bent down and pulled the sword from the thief's corpse, tucked it under his arm, and wiped away the blood.

The next wave will likely surge forward soon, and it's uncertain whether Xiao Lang will be able to withstand it then. (End of Chapter)