Xie Ming

Chapter 842 The Sword's Cry Ceases, the Wind Stops, but the Blood Remains Warm

The moon rises after the night grows cold.

A fierce battle ensued in the room, and although Xiao narrowly won, this initial advantage was not enough to turn the tide of the battle.

Now, after a desperate struggle, Xiao Ye showed signs of exhaustion.

Before the corpse of the night thief, Xiao trembled as he pulled the sharp sword that had been driven into the floor tile. His legs felt like lead, and the blade was chipped.

The helmet on his head had long since rolled off and disappeared.

His hair was disheveled, blood stained his forehead, and he looked disheveled and exhausted.

But he dared not loosen the string even for a moment.

The next wave of external attacks may come in the blink of an eye.

With such skill, it's far from time to rest.

Clusters of clusters

Suddenly, without giving them a moment to catch their breath, another volley of arrows came.

After a brief pause, the night thief assassin pounced in again.

Xiao Jingchuan took a deep breath, met him head-on, and slid back to close the distance.

The cold moonlight shone through the broken window in a dappled pattern. As it swept past, the thief's knife sliced ​​across the tip of his nose, creating a swirling vortex that ruffled his hair.

Leaning back to gain momentum, Xiao Lang delivered a powerful kick, striking the thief squarely in the back of the knee. The man's legs buckled, and he was caught off guard, kneeling in pain before Xiao Lang.

With a swift movement, Xiao seized the knife and slit his throat, completing the task in one fluid motion.

Suddenly, another one dies.

With a series of forward rolls, Xiao Jingchuan had just grabbed a curved knife when he saw another thief rushing through the window. He swung the knife, sending it flying through the air and piercing the other thief's heart. The thief crashed through the window and fell out.

However, even with the advantage of location, they succeeded twice in a row.

However, it is true that two fists cannot fight four hands.

Two or three more masked assassins, disregarding their own lives, charged at Xiao.

Knees up, elbows down.

For a time, Xiao was trapped in a desperate situation.

The blade sliced ​​open on his shoulder and back.

The night breeze blew in at just the right moment, and Xiao groaned as he staggered back into the dark area of ​​the room.

Gradually, in that corner, the figures struggling desperately became increasingly chaotic and intertwined.

Only screams, gasps, and the terrifying muffled sounds of bones breaking echoed eerily in the wind.

In the dark room, a shadowy figure strangled him, a short blade plunging silently into the room.

Everywhere there is blood in the liver and gallbladder cavities, awaiting assistance to discern the depths of the bones.

Bang, bang bang—

The shouts of battle carried from afar.

Finally, the sixty-odd guards of the front residence managed to storm into the back hall.

Upon closer inspection, these soldiers' armor was not properly tied, and they looked like a mess, as if they had just grabbed whatever they could find and rushed over in a hurry.

However, no matter how much reinforcements they received, their bravery and loyalty were undeniable.

Moreover, all of them are fierce and brave generals with extraordinary skills.

A fleeting moment in a single glance.

The crossbowmen who scaled the wall were thrown into chaos.

Before long, their fighting strength was completely depleted, they could no longer hold on, and they fell haphazardly down the wall.

Soon, in the front courtyard and on both sides of the corridor, the sounds of fighting and clashing swords rose up.

"warlord!"

"warlord!"

Meanwhile, a squad of seven or eight soldiers in the middle lane, disregarding everything, fought their way through the bloody path to reach Xiao's residence in the main room.

Upon approaching, the leader, a fair-skinned, strong young man, kicked the remaining half of the door panel away completely.

Upon hearing the hoarse voice, I was very worried.

In their haste, they had no choice but to proceed. One by one, the guards filed in and searched every corner of the room, determined to find the warlord.

After a thorough search, given the limited space in the room, Xiao Lang was soon spotted amidst the mess.

"Hey, here! Here! Here!"

"Someone come here!"

Without a candle, they groped around in the dark room, searching and turning over, until finally they found a dark corner by the wall, under the corpses of four or five night thieves, and Xiao's face was revealed by the guards.

Immediately afterwards, the soldiers swarmed around and tore off the body that had been covered.

At this moment, Xiao looked weak and his eyes were wandering.

Only after clearly seeing the person's appearance could he manage to hum a slurred song through his parched throat.

"Bai, Bai Jiu'er!"

"Yes, it's me."

The young, fair-skinned man who led the way was overjoyed to see that the governor was still conscious. He hurriedly spoke up and called to his men, who then carefully lifted the governor out of the blood-soaked mess.

Everyone was examined thoroughly, and thankfully, it seemed that Xiao Jingchuan had no major injuries. Only then did they all breathe a sigh of relief and look at each other with relief.

Without rest, Xiao gritted his teeth and persevered. Since the fighting outside had not yet stopped, and as the commander-in-chief, he could not afford to be defeated and pathetic in his room at this moment.

"Come on, help me up!"

After this life-or-death struggle, Xiao Jiang's strength was almost completely depleted.

I tried to muster my strength, but found it difficult to move. I was only hanging on by a thread, calling for help from those around me.

At that moment, the general stood up amidst the throng of people bowing to him.

Suddenly, a soldier burst through the door to report.

"Report—"

"Commander, assassins have scattered. Some are running towards the back garden. Should we pursue them?" the messenger reported.

Upon hearing this, Xiao gasped, his face hardening.

"etc."

"What's the situation in the hospital now?" He started afresh, assessing the situation.

Before the soldiers could reply, suddenly, another loud gunshot rang out from outside; it was the sound of their own garrison's three-barreled muskets.

Bang, bang—

Xiao was impatient and simply stepped forward, his impetuous nature prompting the soldiers on both sides to work together to move forward.

"Come on, help me out."

He wanted to personally inspect it before he could feel at ease.

"Commander, Commander!"

"The thieves in the courtyard are still being cleared out. The governor is resting in his room for now. I will report back later."

The messenger soldiers were deeply worried that the night bandits had not been eliminated, and if the commander-in-chief were to cause further losses, it would be the responsibility of the entire army.

"Yes, Commander, these night thieves are quite skilled, and their hidden weapons and darts are difficult to defend against. You should avoid them for now and refrain from direct confrontation."

Bai Jiu led the way, stepping forward to block Xiao.

"You little brat, are you fucking stuffing chicken feathers in your ears?!"

"I'm going out to oversee the battle."

Should I avoid his sharp edge?

"Go away!"

But how could Bai Jiu alone possibly stop the warlord's will?

With great difficulty, the soldiers helped Xiao stand in front of the door.

Suddenly, another terrifying event occurred!

A hidden arrow was indeed fired randomly.

Although it was not quite as accurate as some others, it was still quite alarming.

It grazed Xiao's forehead and nailed itself to the broken door frame two inches away from his side.

Bai Jiu was shocked.

Several guards quickly surrounded them, standing to their left and right to block their path, as if facing a formidable enemy.

It's a pity that Xiao was provoked by these thieves; how could he be willing to cower in the shadows?

He then used a palm strike to push Bai Jiu, who was blocking his way, aside.

"Hey, get out of my way!"

"Bai Jiu'er, don't stand there like an idiot."

"Go to the east wing and bring Chang Yan over first."

"After that, the brothers from the back courtyard and the inner quarters went from room to room to check."

“The maids and servants are all led here.”

"Find Hongyu and have her take charge to check if there is any damage in each room."

"Find Xue Zhong, both those in the outer quarters and those in the front courtyard, and tell him to go and report the numbers."

Xiao Jiang stood in front of the house and looked around the courtyard. Everyone was putting things together, and it seemed that the situation was under control.

Most of the night thieves were killed or wounded, and many had already escaped by scaling the walls.

Therefore, the order was issued to quickly assess the manpower and check the reported numbers of servants and other menial laborers in the manor to determine if they still had any fighting strength.

The sword's cry ceased, the wind stopped, but the blood remained warm; a sudden, chilling glint fell, turning the world upside down.

Though his body was crippled, he escaped the jaws of snakes and scorpions; his courage remained, even in the heart of a tiger or leopard.

Heaven and earth are indifferent, yet even the humblest grass thrives; in the world of martial arts, there are paths to conceal one's true strength.

Fleeting fame brings the executioner's blade closer; tonight, snow falls, the moon shines like frost. (End of Chapter)