It's not too much to say that a beauty is a little bit stronger

At night, the Heng State fiefdom was peaceful, as if the disputes in the world had nothing to do with this place.

A few days after parting with Lu Yuanshi, Xiao Huai returned to his fiefdom and began his investigation.

But not long after, hurried footsteps were heard behind him. The servant came running over, sweat on his forehead, and his tone was anxious: "My Lord, the beacon fire has started again, please rush to rescue!"

Xiao Huai was silent for a moment, then smiled lightly:

"In that case, let's go. The king's orders cannot be neglected."

But he knew that this time the King of Zhou might still be lying.

Qinglan Hou's convoy was soon ready to set off on the official road leading to the royal capital.

The mountains and forests along the way are lush and green, and the wind is blowing gently, but it makes people feel a little uneasy.

As the convoy was moving, the deputy general rode up to Xiao Huai's carriage and said hesitantly, "Sir, it's only been a few days and the beacon fires have been lit again. Is the king..."

Are you playing tricks on us again?

He didn't say the next sentence, and he didn't say it because he didn't dare to say it.

Xiao Huai sat in the carriage and replied lazily, "Maybe."

Just as the convoy was passing through a dense woodland, a sharp whistle suddenly came from the front, and then the dark shadows that had been lying in ambush for a long time surged out from all directions like a tide!

"There's an ambush!" the soldier who was exploring the way ahead shouted, but his voice was quickly drowned out by a hail of arrows.

Xiao Huai's carriage shook suddenly, and the horse was frightened. It neighed and raised its front hooves, almost falling over.

The convoy suddenly fell into chaos, and the soldiers drew their swords to protect it, but the attackers were obviously well prepared and their actions were swift and fierce.

So brave.

Do the princes dare to attack the army that is going to rescue King Zhou?

Xiao Huai lifted the car curtain and glanced around coldly.

The attackers came with masks on and simple clothes, but their movements were extremely skillful, and they were obviously well-trained soldiers.

What was even more surprising was that the number of the attackers was almost equal to the number of the troops they had sent to support King Zhou.

So many bandits?

So, this may not be a traitor from an enemy country at all.

"Sir, be careful!" The deputy general stood beside the carriage, swung his sword to block a long arrow, and shouted anxiously back.

Xiao Huai was still sitting in the car, looking calm and not at all panicked.

He tilted his head, his eyes fixed on the attackers' movements, a faint sneer forming on the corner of his mouth:

"It's for me."

If I go too late, the King of Zhou will be dissatisfied, and I will probably not escape punishment, and my life may even be in danger.

But if we were to be defeated by the opposing group here, we wouldn't even have a chance of reaching the capital alive.

Xiao Huai stepped down from the carriage calmly, as if he didn't take the attacker in front of him seriously at all.

Most of the soldiers around looked nervous, but Xiao Huai took a deep breath and looked at the surrounding environment.

It is dark now, and their chances of winning against a sneak attack from the enemy are definitely slim.

Dense forests, intricate paths, and faint light and shadows swaying among the trees.

"The enemy is in the dark, and we are in the light." He whispered, his voice was soft but calm.

He turned to look at the deputy commander and said in a steady voice, "If you want to get out of here alive, you can't fight head-on. Go and select a few flexible teams and follow my command."

The deputy general was stunned: "You mean——"

Xiao Huai raised the corner of his mouth slightly and told him the strategy.

Use heavy firepower to attract the enemy's attention, send small teams to disguise and sneak, and eliminate their sentries and ambushes one by one.

As long as the speed is fast enough, the situation can be reversed without anyone noticing.

As Xiao Huai's order was passed down, a team of archers quickly formed up and defended the front of the woods, suppressing the enemy's attack with firepower.

At the same time, Xiao Huai personally commanded a flexible team to move around from the flank.

His eyes were sharp as a torch, and he quickly determined the key point of the enemy's ambush. He said softly:

"Divide into three groups. Remember, only take out the sentries."

On the battlefield where darkness and firelight intertwined, the team shuttled through the woods like ghosts.

Xiao Huai accurately captured every enemy post, his gestures were quick and precise, and the soldiers tacitly cooperated to kill with one strike.

The enemies in the bushes fell one after another without making any sound.

At the same time, the archers' firepower in the front continued to suppress the enemy, attracting most of the enemy's attention.

The enemy obviously did not expect that the ambushes they had arranged in secret would be eliminated one by one silently, and the formation soon revealed flaws.

"Advance to the right." Xiao Huai commanded in a low voice, pointing to the enemy's rear.

The team took advantage of the situation and advanced quickly, controlling a key commanding height and completely cutting off the enemy's retreat.

"Send the signal," he ordered.

A signal arrow streaked across the night sky. When the soldiers on the front line saw it, their morale was boosted and they quickly switched from defense to offense.

The enemy was completely defeated by the pincer attack from both sides, and panicked shouts were heard in the woods.

Xiao Huai stood on the commanding heights, scanning the entire audience with a cold gaze.

His voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard across the battlefield: "Don't pursue, stabilize the formation, and clear the battlefield."

Just as the battlefield gradually quieted down and victory seemed to be about to come, the cold sword blade suddenly touched Xiao Huai's neck.

The surrounding soldiers turned their heads suddenly and saw a black-eyed soldier who had sneaked into the battlefield at some point and appeared silently behind Xiao Huai. The long sword in his hand was icy cold, reflecting the firelight, giving off a heart-pounding chill.

"Sir!" someone exclaimed and suddenly pulled out the sword in his hand, but Xiao Huai stopped him with a light raise of his hand.

The soldiers' hearts instantly rose to their throats.

They were all shocked.

Black-eyed soldiers? How could that be? Aren't they the King of Zhou's personal guards? Why would they attack Xiao Huai here?

The tense atmosphere was almost stagnant, and everyone thought Xiao Huai would die at this moment.

However, the next second, the picture suddenly turned -

Xiao Huai sneered, a red light flashed in his pupils, and he was like a cheetah that had been accumulating energy for a long time. Before the other party could react, he suddenly turned sideways to avoid the sharp edge of the long sword. At the same time, he grabbed the wrist of the black-eyed soldier with his backhand and twisted it hard!

"Crack!"

The sound of bones dislocating was particularly clear in the silence. The black-eyed soldier's wrist was broken in an instant, and the sword fell out of his hand.

Xiao Huai did not stop. He turned around and pressed the black-eyed soldier to the ground. He pressed his knee firmly against the opponent's back and held his other arm. His movements were swift and sharp. The whole process was smooth and fluid, and he gave the opponent almost no chance to fight back.

The soldiers on the field were stunned, their eyes full of surprise and disbelief.

What kind of skill is this?

How can there be someone who is both civil and military?

Xiao Huai glanced at the surrounding soldiers calmly and said, "Capture them."

But everyone else seemed to want to kill him.

If the person who wanted to attack him was King Zhou, this black-eyed soldier could serve as evidence.

If we don't want the relationship between the two sides to become strained, we must kill him.