Xie Ming

Chapter 840 Arrows Trapped in a Desperate Situation

It's heartbreaking to see Fan Dabiao suffer such a loss.

Seeing his comrades-in-arms suffer such a fate while trying to save him, Xiao Lang was filled with remorse.

"Da Biao!"

"Da Biao!"

After kicking the thief out of the house, Xiao turned over and quickly bent down to help him up.

But it was all too late.

Fan Dabiao clutched his abdomen, blood mixed with intestines, which still uncontrollably slipped out from between his fingers.

The man glanced down and, knowing there was no way to salvage the situation, simply let go of the bloody hand and grabbed the warlord's shoulder instead.

"Commander, Commander, there's an assassin! Run! Run!" Da Biao gritted his teeth and straightened his back.

"Do you know who they are?"

Xiao Lang is ignorant of foreign affairs. Even if he were to die, he should at least find out who came from.

Helplessly, upon hearing this, Da Biao shook his head in anguish.

"I was listening from outside the wall when I heard several girls inside shouting for the police."

“I felt something was wrong, so I brought about ten brothers to climb over the wall and just happened to expose their movements.”

"About a hundred black heads."

Da Biao replied hastily that the situation he described was serious.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Jingchuan pondered deeply, his forehead beaded with sweat.

The situation is indeed very tricky.

With the manor currently short of men, it seems the villains have been planning this all along.

The more Xiao thought about it, the more horrified he became. Xiao looked uneasy. In order to find out more about the situation, it wouldn't be right for Ye to stay in the house. So he simply got up and was about to go out to see what was going on.

But Da Biao was well aware of how dangerous it would be to go and investigate at this moment.

Seeing that Xiao was moving, he mustered his last strength and grabbed him from behind.

"Commander, military commander, etc., etc."

"You, you take your wife and follow, follow behind me, Da Biao. This time, I'm afraid I won't be able to make it."

"Let's risk our lives and make sure the warlord escapes."

Da Biao repaid his debt with his life before leaving, which can be described as loyalty and courage.

Upon seeing this, Xiao felt a heavy and sorrowful feeling well up in his heart.

However, the relief came too late.

The two of them huddled together, leaning on each other in front of the dilapidated half-open door of the house.

Suddenly, a cold arrow was fired!

Clusters of clusters

Before anyone could react, a dozen or so cold beams shot in rapidly from one side of the narrow door!

"what!"

"Warrior, be careful!"

Xiao turned his back, but his hearing told him something was wrong.

However, the investigation came too late.

Da Biao was facing an external threat, and seeing himself in a hopeless situation, he suddenly went berserk.

In order to save the warlord's life, almost the instant the words left his mouth, his body suddenly began to move violently.

There was no time to lose, so he used his last bit of strength to forcefully push Xiao Lang to the dark side with one arm.

However, in doing so, one would have no chance to dodge.

Puff puff puff.

As Da Biao moved Xiao Jiang, he also blocked the way in front of him.

Several cold arrows pierced his chest and head, turning him into a hedgehog.

He died on the spot in someone else's place.

"Da Biao!"

Xiao Jingchuan was pushed haphazardly, and his head hit the door frame, causing him to feel dizzy for a moment.

After clutching his head and regaining his senses, Xiao saw the terrible state of Da Biao before him and wanted to go forward again.

Alas, a cold arrow pierced through the hall!

Da Biao died with his eyes wide open, like an angry Arhat, nailed to the spot like an iron tower, lifeless.

A cold arrow flew and leaped.

Deng Ran stopped Xiao from making any further progress.

With a hiss, it tore through the window paper and shot in through the window, then "thudded" and nailed into the pillar of the hall, its tail feathers humming.

The arrowhead pierced three inches into the pillar. Xiao Jiangmeng turned his head and found it, no more than a fist's distance from his ear.

"Xiao'e, lie down and don't move!"

Before he could finish speaking, two or three arrows were fired simultaneously through the window.

The window paper burst open one after another, leaving several large, dark holes, and scraps of paper flew around like moth wings.

Arrows whistled and tore through the air, a dense, continuous barrage.

The sounds rose and fell, like a silent storm suddenly pouring down. A teacup on the table shattered from a stray arrow, shards of porcelain scattering everywhere.

The teapot was pierced, and the remaining tea dripped down the table.

A stack of letters fluttered and fell to the ground. In the outer hall, ink spilled, spreading a large pool of black blood on the Xuan paper.

Xiao moved in from the side of the door, hiding behind the desk. An arrow whizzed past him, severing a strand of his hair.

He leaned close to the windowsill and sniffed carefully.

The sound of bowstrings was dense, coming from at least twenty powerful crossbows on both the east and west sides.

Moreover, these thieves who were out there, upon closer examination, were well-trained, their volleys were fired with precise intervals, and their coordination was as perfect as an extension of their own limbs.

Indeed, this is extraordinary, and certainly not an ordinary method.

Clusters of clusters

Arrows flew and shot, one after another, a rain of arrows.

Several arrowheads were driven into the wooden window frame with tremendous force, piercing through the thin board. The cold arrowheads protruded half an inch from the inside of the window frame, their eerie light like the spitting tongue of a venomous snake.

The room was now a complete mess.

Porcelain bowls and lampstands were either broken or overturned.

The walls, beams, and screens were riddled with holes, like sieves, and were studded with arrows everywhere.

Xiao Lang lowered his body, his fingertips lightly touching the broken porcelain shards on the ground, frantically calculating amidst his chaotic emotions.

"Commander, don't come out!"

Beware of hidden attacks!

Suddenly, a commotion erupted, and a warning rang out from outside.

Immediately, the clanging of metal and the sounds of fighting in the courtyard ceased.

It seemed that the group of night patrol guards who had scaled the wall to enter the inner courtyard had all disappeared, and Xiao Xin's heart tightened even more.

However, before Xiao could make any further plans, the external situation was already chaotic enough.

By now, Xiao was already too busy taking care of himself.

However, taking advantage of this brief respite from the rain of arrows, Xiao'e, a woman, could not resist this.

He was flustered and completely disoriented on the bed.

The more you fear something, the more trouble you cause.

During the brief interval when the archers were changing their quivers.

The girl was so frightened that she secretly fell off the bed and fled to Xiao Lang's dangerous place.

"My lord, ah—" Arrows were still strewn about, and the half-open door let in through the broken window frame.

Xiao'e clutched her head, emotionally distraught, and screamed as she buried her face in Xiao's arms.

Before he could even look back, Xiao Langjun was suddenly struck by the impact and nearly fell backward.

Upon closer inspection, it was indeed the lady.

"Hey, what are you doing getting out of bed?"

"It's not safe here."

Xiao was extremely worried about his safety.

"Brother Xiao, I'm scared!" Yu'e was in a state of confusion and didn't know what to say. She just kept repeating "Brother Xiao" to herself.

Unable to comply with Quan Xiaojingchuan's wishes, he was caught in a dilemma, looking left and right.

Then he saw Xiao'e roll down and approach, taking the opportunity to wrap a piece of gauze from a curtain around her calf.

On a whim, he moved Xiao'e to the bottom of the coffee table under the window, simply to appease her.

I felt this place was the least conspicuous, and it was a blind spot for stray arrows.

Then, gritting his teeth and exerting all his strength, he pulled off a corner of the gauze curtain, wrapped it up, and slammed it down in front of the leaky, dilapidated half-door.

As the silk gauze swirled in mid-air, suddenly, under the cold moonlight, the rapid sounds of bowstrings rang out from the outer courtyard as children killed the thieves.

Seven or eight arrows were thrown at the gauze curtain, and in the blink of an eye, they had fallen to the ground, their fletchings torn off.

Xiao Jingchuan's movements were swift and decisive.

Taking advantage of that brief moment of cover, he flipped and leaped to the other side of the open door.

Without pausing, he hooked the corner of the table with his toes and used it to block in front of him.

Arrows pierced the table and struck him relentlessly, each sound startling and muffled like the beating of a drum, eventually cracking the tabletop with several gaps.

Xiao Zong was somewhat prepared, but when he glanced at the scene, his lips still involuntarily fell into a deep smile.

The crossbows used to kill the bandits outside were indeed unusual; they were crossbows used by the army.

The arrows were long-range and powerful, clearly intended to kill him with a hail of arrows.

Outside the window, in the deep darkness of the night, the faint sound of approaching footsteps could be heard.

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

"You can't kill me with your arrows, so instead of wasting time with these cold arrows, why not just finish me off quickly?!" (End of Chapter)