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The sound of arrows finally stopped, and Ziying took the opportunity to pick up his sword, ready to deal with the sudden attack.

At this moment, two assassins broke in through the window, daggers flashing coldly in their hands, and rushed straight towards him.

"ah!"

Ziying reacted very quickly, dodging to the side, growling, and stabbing at one of the assassins with his sword like lightning. The assassin was no ordinary man, and quickly blocked the sharp sword with his dagger. However, Ziying then swung his sword backhand, and his movements were clean and neat, cutting a gash on the assassin's arm. The assassin frowned in pain, but did not retreat. Instead, he attacked more fiercely, with a crazy look in his eyes.

In the courtyard, the battle had already reached a fever pitch. The soldiers of the Black Dragon Guards engaged the assassins in a desperate fight. Blood flowed freely on the bluestone slabs, dyeing the white sand on the ground a glaring red.

"what!"

Unfortunately, a soldier was hit in the abdomen by an assassin. His face turned pale instantly, but he endured the severe pain and stabbed the assassin's leg with his long spear. He and the assassin both fell to the ground and died together. Another soldier was surrounded by several assassins. He was not afraid at all. He swung the long spear in his hand vigorously. Every swing brought great power, making it difficult for the assassins to get close to him.

Ziying fought fiercely with the two assassins in the house, and gradually figured out their attack routines. Seeing a flaw, he thrust forward fiercely, and the tip of the sword pierced the throat of one assassin accurately. The assassin's eyes widened, blood spurted out of his mouth, and he fell to the ground and died. The remaining assassin saw that the situation was not good, and turned around and wanted to escape. Ziying rushed forward, stabbed hard with the sword in his hand, and pierced him directly from behind.

After dealing with the assassin in the house, Ziying immediately rushed out of the room and joined the battle in the yard. His appearance boosted the morale of the Black Dragon Guards, who shouted in unison, "Protect the Commander," and then fought the assassin even more bravely.

However, the assassins seemed endless. As soon as one wave was repelled, a new wave came. Ziying couldn't help wondering, who sent these assassins? Were they Zhao Gao's enemies, trying to kill him with a borrowed knife? Or did Zhao Gao want to take the opportunity to get rid of him? Or did other forces want to stop him from going to the South China Sea to supervise the army?

The fierce battle lasted for nearly half an hour before the assassins' offensive gradually weakened. The Black Dragon Guards also suffered heavy casualties, with many soldiers seriously injured and their armor soaked in blood. Ziying made a prompt decision and ordered the soldiers to quickly check the post station to ensure that there were no remaining assassins.

The scene was in a mess. The originally brand new walls were now splattered with blood. On the bluestone floor, corpses were lying in all directions. There were assassins and Black Dragon Guards, mixed together. The wounded soldiers were trying to endure the pain and were bandaged with the help of their companions. Some soldiers had deep wounds and blood was constantly oozing out. Their companions used cloth strips to tightly tie the wounds to try to stop the bleeding.

After a careful search, it was determined that the assassins had been repelled or eliminated.

Ziying looked at the mess and the wounded soldiers in the yard, frowning and looking solemn. He called a trusted soldier and ordered him, "Go check the assassin's body and see if you can find any clues."

The soldier took the order and left. Not long after, he came back to report to Ziying: "Sir, these assassins don't have any markings on their bodies, but judging from their skills and equipment, they don't look like ordinary killers. They must have undergone special training."

Ziying nodded slightly, already having some guesses in his mind.

At this time, the sky began to turn pale, and Longchuan County Lieutenant Miao led the garrison guards to rush over. As soon as they arrived, they immediately launched a massive hunt for the assassin.

County lieutenant Miao had a serious expression on his face. He directed the garrison guards to search the surrounding area carefully while asking some soldiers to properly place the wounded. The garrison guards were divided into several teams and quickly dispersed. Some checked nearby houses, while others patrolled the streets. The entire Longchuan County was shrouded in a tense atmosphere.

Ziying knew that it was not advisable to stay here for long, so he ordered the post station to be cleared as soon as possible, the team to be reorganized, and prepare to continue the journey.

Although the Black Dragon Guards were exhausted, they still acted quickly, carefully placing the body properly, and then moved the assassin's body to the woods outside the post station and buried it.

While cleaning up the post station, a soldier found some strange footprints at the edge of the woods where the assassin had originally shot arrows. These footprints were of different sizes and depths, and looked chaotic, as if someone had deliberately left them there to confuse the audience. After hearing about this, Ziying went to check it out himself. He squatted on the ground, carefully observing the shape and direction of the footprints, trying to find clues from them.

After some analysis, Ziying judged that these assassins had gathered and deployed here before the action, and they probably had an insider, otherwise they would not have known the location of his room so accurately.

He called the postmaster of the post station and asked sternly, "Do you have anything to say about what happened last night?"

The postmaster was so frightened that he trembled all over. He fell to his knees and cried, "My lord, I really don't know anything! After the renovation of this post station, not many people come and go. I have never colluded with the assassins!"

Ziying stared at the postmaster for a long time, and seeing that he did not seem to be lying, he waved his hand and asked him to leave. He knew that now was not the time to pursue responsibility, and the most urgent task was to get to the South China Sea as soon as possible.

After the team was reorganized, Ziying and the Black Dragon Guard continued on the road to Changsha.

After a few more days of walking, the weather gradually became hotter. In the fields on both sides of the road, the crops were somewhat shriveled under the scorching sun. Occasionally, a few farmers could be seen working in the fields. When they saw Ziying and his group, they showed curiosity and awe in their eyes.

On this day, Ziying and his party finally arrived in Boluo County. Although the county town was not big, it was very lively. There were all kinds of stalls on both sides of the street, selling daily necessities, snacks, and handicrafts.

The crowd was bustling.

Ziying ordered the troops to take a short break at the edge of the town and replenish some supplies. The soldiers dispersed, some went to buy dry food and water, and some went to check horses and equipment. Ziying walked into a teahouse with a few trusted men, and looked vigilantly at the pedestrians downstairs, paying attention to their every move to prevent another attack.

Suddenly, he spotted a suspicious figure, a man in a grey robe and a bamboo hat, whose face could not be seen clearly. He moved among the crowd, seemingly nonchalant, but Ziying was keenly aware that his eyes were always glancing at him intentionally or unintentionally. Ziying stood up calmly and signaled to his confidants to surround him from both sides.

When Ziying was only a few steps away from the man, the man seemed to sense the danger, suddenly turned around and ran towards an alley.

Ziying shouted, "Chase!" and chased after them with his trusted men.

The man turned left and right in the alley at a very fast speed, but Ziying and others were chasing him closely.

After chasing for a while, the man suddenly stopped, turned around and faced Ziying and others. At this time, Ziying saw clearly that there was a long scar on the man's face, extending from the corner of his eye to the corner of his mouth, which looked particularly hideous.

The man sneered and said:

"You can't escape. Our master won't let you go."

Ziying frowned and asked, "Who is your master? Why did you send someone to assassinate me?"

The man did not answer, but quickly pulled out a dagger from his arms and rushed towards Ziying. Ziying was prepared, and dodged sideways, easily avoiding the man's attack, while reaching out to grab the man's arm. The man was extremely agile, turned around, and stabbed Ziying again. Seeing this, Ziying's confidants rushed forward to help and started a fierce fight with the man. The man's kung fu was amazingly strong, and he was not at all inferior to many people. But Ziying and his men were outnumbered after all, and after a hard fight, they finally subdued the man. Ziying asked again: "Tell me, who is your master?"

A trace of determination flashed in the man's eyes. He suddenly bit his teeth hard, and black blood flowed from the corners of his mouth. It was obvious that he had taken poison.

Seeing this, Ziying knew that he could not get anything out of him anymore, and he couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.

After returning to the team, Ziying informed everyone of the situation. Everyone realized that the enemy had been secretly monitoring them and could launch another attack at any time. Ziying decided to speed up the journey and get to Panyu as soon as possible to get rid of the enemy.

In the next few days, Ziying and his group traveled day and night, trying to avoid crowded places.

However, the enemy did not seem to want them to reach the place easily. On the way through the valley, Ziying and his men encountered a landslide. Huge rocks rolled down from the mountain and blocked the road. The soldiers of the Black Dragon Guard had to stop and clear the road. While they were busy clearing the rocks, a group of archers appeared on the hillsides on both sides of the valley.

The archers drew their bows and shot arrows at Ziying and the others. Ziying shouted, "Take cover!"

The soldiers quickly hid behind rocks and carriages to avoid the rain of arrows. Ziying secretly groaned in his heart. The enemy had obviously planned this attack carefully, using the landslide to trap them and then launch an attack.

Ziying carefully observed the surrounding environment and found a path on one side of the valley that led to the hillside. He called a few agile soldiers and said, "Follow me, go up from the path over there and kill those archers."

After that, Ziying led his soldiers to climb up the hillside along the path. The hillside was steep and difficult to walk on, and there were dense thorns, but they didn't care about that at the moment. After a difficult climb, Ziying and his men finally got behind the archers.

These archers were concentrating on shooting arrows down the valley, not noticing the danger behind them. Ziying and his men appeared like ghosts and launched an attack instantly. For a moment, the archers were thrown into disarray and killed one after another. After dealing with the archers, Ziying and his men quickly returned to the valley and cleared the road with other soldiers.

After this thrilling encounter, Ziying and his companions became more cautious. They continued on their journey without stopping, exhausted. Finally, when there were only three days left before September 15, the vague outline of Panyu appeared on the distant horizon like a looming painting.

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As soon as he entered Panyu, Ziying keenly sensed the strange atmosphere.

Everywhere you look, you can see soldiers patrolling and shuttling back and forth. Temporary checkpoints have been set up on all the main roads. The barricades at the checkpoints are almost filled with the heads of the Yue people, and the smell of blood permeates the air.

Looking around, one camp after another densely occupied the periphery of this small county town, and the entire Panyu County had become a large military camp. Ziying looked at these camps carefully and found that the tents inside were of various types, obviously collected together.

When he got closer and observed more, he was even more surprised that most of the people walking in the camp were not wearing Qin army uniforms. Their clothes were in a mess and of different styles. Many people even wore tattered clothes from the six former kingdoms, with patches on patches, and the color of the fabric had become gray due to long-term wear and dirt.

When the group arrived at the last checkpoint, a village chief carefully checked Ziying's badge. However, even after confirming his identity, the village chief still stopped Ziying and his personal soldiers.

The captain said respectfully but without question: "The county lieutenant has ordered that no one can ride a horse when entering this place, no matter who it is."

Ziying frowned slightly, feeling unhappy, but still dismounted as he was told and handed the horse to the soldier next to him.

Walking in the camp, Ziying saw many unusual scenes. There were actually quite a few old men with white hair and beards. They were hunched over and moved slowly, but they were also doing some chores in the camp within their ability. There were also some skinny children who looked less than thirteen years old, with fear and confusion in their eyes, but they were also busy carrying some items. The appearance of these old and young in the military camp made Ziying realize that the situation here was more complicated than he had imagined.

The further you go inside, the tighter the security becomes.

The central army camp was full of Qin troops, well-equipped and impressive. A patrol officer came to lead the way. Under his leadership, Ziying and his companions passed through five checkpoints in the camp. Each checkpoint was heavily guarded and strictly inspected. The atmosphere was as tense as a taut bowstring.

Finally, they arrived outside the main tent. Ziying looked up and saw fifty sharp warriors wearing armor and holding broadswords standing outside the main tent.

After getting approval, Ziying entered the tent alone, opened the curtain, lowered his head for a moment, and then raised his head again after entering the tent.

A voice came from the inner tent: "Is the person coming Young Master Ying?" The voice was deep and powerful, echoing in the tent.

Ziying immediately raised his voice and responded, "That's right." As soon as he finished speaking, he heard the people inside ordering the soldiers to move aside. As the soldiers moved neatly to both sides, they made way for a passage, and Ziying was able to enter the inner tent.

After entering the inner tent, Ziying breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, there was no oppressive feeling of being surrounded by soldiers.

The tent was a bit empty, with a table in the middle and a man sitting behind it. The man was wearing a short brown shirt, his hair was not tied up, but casually tied behind his head, and he was holding a scroll in his hand. This man was Zhao Tuo, the prefect of Nanhai County.

Ziying stepped forward, bowed, and said respectfully: "Ziying is here on the order of the Prime Minister. I wonder if the Prime Minister is here?"

When Zhao Tuo heard this, his brows knitted tightly together, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, he put down the book tube in his hand, looked directly at Ziying, and asked, "Why did the Prime Minister order you to come here?"

His eyes were sharp, as if he was examining Ziying, trying to find out some clues from his expression. The atmosphere in the tent suddenly became tense, as if an invisible pressure was spreading between the two of them.

Ziying was startled and replied, "I don't know either. I just came here because I was ordered to do so."

"I have not met the Prime Minister, nor have I received any letters!"

Zhao Tuo narrowed his eyes slightly and was silent for a moment. He first asked Ziying to sit down gently, and then arranged for someone to make tea before asking, "You have come from a far distance, so take a good rest first. As soon as there is any news about the Prime Minister, I will send someone to inform you immediately!"

(End of this chapter)