Resisting the Wind and Splendor

The Khitan soldiers were terrified by her.

Someone immediately went back to inform Yuwen Shu.

However, it is still some distance from the military camp, and it will take at least half an hour to go there and back.

The two people stuck in the mud were still trying to climb out.

No one knows who they really are. What if they are really experts around Lu Beimo? Letting them out of the mire would be like letting a tiger return to the mountain.

Oh no! They're clearly stalling for time!

The person who could speak the Central Plains language immediately shouted, "People in the swamp, don't move!"

Lei Xiao and Lu Yunfei were stunned for a moment.

Chu Yueli said softly, "Don't worry about it, keep climbing up."

Lu Yunfei also knew that climbing up was the only way out.

However, he feared that the Khitan soldiers might take action.

But if you don't climb out and remain stuck in the mud, you're doomed.

Finally, the two reached an understanding: ignoring what the Khitan soldiers were saying, they continued climbing.

The Khitan soldier who spoke the Central Plains language threatened, "If you dare to move again, we'll fire our arrows!"

Chu Yueli tightened her grip on the long, soft sword in her hand.

Lu Yunfei and Lei Xiao stopped again.

If they fire arrows, they will inevitably hurt Chu Yueli, who is guarding in front of them. What should they do?

"Keep climbing!" Chu Yueli commanded in a low voice. "Not climbing is just waiting to die. I'll die here sooner or later anyway! Climb! That's the only hope!"

The two men were not unaware of this principle, but what if they actually fired their arrows immediately?

"Yuwen Ying is still in my hands, they wouldn't dare to do anything rash!" Chu Yue Li took a deep breath, channeling her true energy into the long, soft sword wound in her palm, and said in a deep voice, "No matter what happens, keep crawling!"

Lu Yunfei immediately started climbing, not daring to delay any longer.

The soldier who spoke the Central Plains dialect was furious and gave the order: "Spare her life, shoot her in the leg! Fire!"

Several sharp whooshing sounds pierced the air.

At least five long arrows were shot at Chu Yueli.

The first batch of long arrows was merely a warning, but even if it was just a warning, it was true that they were going to wound her leg.

Chu Yueli wielded her long, soft sword, striking down five arrows with a series of clangs, yet she remained unharmed.

Upon seeing this, the Khitan soldiers were immediately filled with murderous intent: "Release them again!"

This time, a dozen sharp sounds rang out in succession, swish, swish, swish, swish, and for a moment, it was impossible to count how many long arrows were shot towards Chu Yueli's lower body.

Chu Yueli dared not underestimate her opponent. She wielded her long, flexible sword and, with great difficulty, managed to knock down all the arrows.

But one of them managed to slip through the net, shooting towards Lei Xiao behind her with a whoosh.

It brushed past Lei Xiao's arm.

It was burning hot; indeed, it was a bright red, bloody gash.

"How is it?" Chu Yueli asked in a deep voice.

Lei Xiao hurriedly said, "It's nothing, just a superficial injury. Your Highness, we'll be up there soon. You go ahead and don't worry about us!"

His words remained remarkably calm.

But deep down, I felt an indescribable anxiety.

These two volleys of arrows were merely a warning to them; they didn't represent the enemy's actual attack.

With so many archers, if they were to actually fire, hundreds of arrows would be too much for the princess to handle, no matter how skilled she was in martial arts.

The Khitan soldiers had failed to hit Chu Yueli's leg, clearly enraged.

The soldier shouted menacingly, "Shoot! If you can't capture her alive, then kill this woman too. Kill her, and then we'll slowly search for the princess!"

The archer stepped forward, and long arrows were nocked onto the bow.