Ye Renwu's eyes fell on the second carriage that was getting closer and closer. She was sure that Wu Lai was sitting inside it, because this carriage was the most luxurious one in the entire team. The outer wall was decorated with gorgeous gilded reliefs, and the door handles were inlaid with gorgeous gems. On the roof was a relief temple emblem that almost occupied two-thirds of the roof. Even the two big white horses pulling the carriage looked more majestic than their "comparable" counterparts.
More importantly, the people who came to see Wu Lai off to the battle were all watching it. Their fanatical eyes followed its movement closely, and they kept waving and praising Wu Lai loudly...
There was only one person in the car, and he seemed to be in a good mood at the moment, as he kept waving out of the window.
Ye Renwu's brows slightly furrowed, because she was not sure whether the person in the car was Wu Lai - the windows of the carriage were hung with embroidered gauze, and although the figure inside could be clearly seen through the gauze, the face was blurred.
After hesitating for a moment, Ye Jianwu raised the cuff of his right sleeve slightly...
It shouldn't be anyone else. Apart from him, anyone else riding in this carriage would be presumptuous, because this is the exclusive carriage of the high priest. After Ye Renwu pondered in his heart, his eyes fell on the carriage again.
Eighty steps... seventy steps...
The carriage is getting closer...
Sixty steps... Fifty steps...
The carriage came into range...
The palm of Ye Jianwu's left hand began to sweat, but her right hand remained as steady as a rock.
Forty-five steps...forty steps...
The five fingers of Ye Renwu's right hand began to bend. No, more than just bend, they gently grasped the spring close to the palm of her hand. She only needed to apply a little more force, and the spring would be pressed down, shooting out the three poisoned crossbow arrows.
She would press the spring when the carriage was within twenty steps. At this distance, no one could dodge the three poisonous arrows.
Thirty-five steps...thirty steps...
Twenty-five steps...
Ye Renwu glanced quickly and saw that the person in the car had his back to her - he was obviously waving to the crowd of people who were seeing him off on the other side of the street.
I'm sorry. Ye Jianwu's eyes turned cold, and his right arm moved slightly, completing the last adjustment.
Twenty-four steps...
Twenty-three steps...
Ye Renwu held her breath. This was her habit. No matter whether she was shooting a crossbow or drawing a bow, she would do this at the moment before striking because she believed that it could reduce the vibration of her body and make the shooting steadier and more accurate. Although Wu Lai once pointed out to her that maintaining a steady and smooth breathing was much better than holding her breath, Ye Renwu still believed that she was right.
Twenty-two steps... The cheers around Ye Jianwu became louder. At the same time, an arm suddenly stretched out from behind Ye Jianwu without any warning and grabbed her right arm.
Ye Renwu was startled, raised his left arm, and struck back with his left elbow like lightning, but the man behind him seemed to have expected it and also raised his left arm to block.
At the moment when his elbows collided, Ye Jianwu felt as if he had hit a rock.
The severe pain made her moan softly, but before she could fight back again, the man had grabbed her left wrist, twisted it, and pressed her left hand on the windowsill. Then, Ye Jianwu felt her entire back warm, and the man pushed her hard against the wall with such force that she almost fell out of the window.
"Don't move," the man said.
Ye Jianwu's body suddenly trembled, and a trace of horror flashed across his eyes: "Wu Lai?"
It turned out that he was not in the car, but why was he here? Ye Jianwu's mind was suddenly in a mess.
"Of course it's me. Humph, I told you not to hold your breath before shooting a crossbow. Because while holding your breath, the stability of your shooting can be improved, but when you start breathing again, you will tremble more violently. In addition, the habit of holding your breath will allow your enemies who know you to accurately predict when you will attack." Wu Lai's voice was very low, and the way he spoke in Ye Jianwu's ear was like two lovers being affectionate with each other. Of course, his posture at this moment was more similar to Ye Jianwu's.
By the way, he was smiling very proudly, but Ye Jianwu couldn't see it.
"Let me go." Ye Renwu twisted her body hard, but all she got in return was a stronger pushing force.
"Why should I let you go? You're obviously here to assassinate me. Should I let you go so I can let you try again?" Wu Lai said with a smile.
"What's that under your belt? It's hitting me." Ye Renwu continued to twist, trying to support her arms and push back to push Wu Lai away, but Wu Lai's strength was obviously much greater than hers.
"That's the sheath of my dagger. You'd better not move. Otherwise, it will be troublesome if I hurt you." Wu Lai reminded while pressing Night Blade Dance hard.
"How long are you going to hold me down? I can hardly breathe." Ye Renwu's struggles became weaker and weaker.
"Wait for the convoy to pass, and also wait for my people to arrive." Wu Lai replied.
Ye Renwu glanced at the convoy of three carriages that had just passed by and struggled again.
So, Wu Lai moved closer. His hands were needed to control Night Blade Dancer's arms. If he wanted to stop Night Blade Dancer's movements, he really had no other tricks.
When the carriage of the convoy was halfway through, Ye Jianwu's body suddenly stiffened, and then he lowered his voice and asked: "Wu Lai, you brought two daggers?"
Wu Lai blushed, then cleared his throat and answered seriously: "Congratulations, you got it right."
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Ye Jianwu was chained once again and thrown into the carriage, but this time she was sure that no one would come to save her.
"This makes me feel much more at ease." Wu Lai closed the car door with his backhand.
Ye Renwu moved his body, glanced at Wu Lai's waist, and then rolled his eyes.
Wu Lai was startled, and subconsciously glanced at his lower abdomen. Then he was stunned for a moment, and then he smiled and said: "Ye Renwu, in fact, you should know that I have never had any ill will towards you."
"But you framed me. I don't know how you did it, but you succeeded." Ye Renwu said coldly.
"Oh, well, okay." Woolley shrugged. "Then I apologize."
"Is it necessary?" Ye Renwu raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth, "I'm actually very curious, how did you appear behind me?"
"It's Night Blade Dance, it's so easy to learn at any time." Wu Lai laughed and sat down on a soft cushion. "Actually, I'm not targeting you. My original intention was to find out if there is anyone or a few people in Assyria who want to kill me, so I released the news at the beginning. Including you, there are four people in total."
"But how did you know I was in that tavern?" asked Ye Renwu.
"The Assyrian City Government has been carrying out joint prevention and control. It can find out if there is anything wrong with any tavern, hotel or shop in the city. What's more, you are so generous that you actually book a seat at a hundred times the price. How dare the tavern owner not report to the government? Moreover, I knew you were back since the first day you returned to Assyrian City, so there is nothing strange about this." Wu Lai replied.
"Then why did you come here in person? Are you afraid that others might fail and lose your life?" Ye Renwu asked sarcastically.
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"No." Wu Lai's face became stern. "Ye Blade Dance, I came here in person just to save your life. You should know that no matter whether it is the Special Forces Company or the Knights, there is only one result if they catch you."
Ye Renwu was stunned. After a short silence, he sighed and asked, "Why do you want to save my life? Wu Lai, we are enemies."
"In my mind, Woolley Glindo, there are no eternal enemies. Even if there are, they are stubborn elements who refuse to repent." Woolley replied.
Night Blade Dance glanced at Wu Lai and said, "Aren't you going to Menia? Why are you stopping here?"
"Rest for a while. This place is fifteen miles from the city and has beautiful scenery. It's still early anyway." Wu Lai said with a smile, "You can take a nap first."
Night Blade Dance frowned.
At the same time, Mikoyan was also frowning.
"Are you sure that this is what the High Priest requested?" he asked the knight who had rushed back to deliver the letter.
"I can confirm that the high priest is waiting fifteen miles outside the city, so please make arrangements immediately, Archbishop." said the knight who delivered the letter.
"Wait a moment, I'll send someone to do it right away." Mikoyan nodded, but he was still wondering in his heart why the high priest suddenly asked to send two female servants over? Was he lonely...
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The Sivale family, to which Gatlin belonged, was a vassal of the Avram family, which made him a childhood playmate and subordinate of Hatra. In the battle of the fall of Titania, he was the only general who escaped. After he led the remaining troops to retreat into Menia, he was looked down upon by his colleagues everywhere, because everyone thought he was a coward, otherwise why would other generals and lieutenants have died, but he was the only one alive.
Gatlin, who was not good at speaking, naturally had no way to defend himself. Fortunately, such days soon passed because Hatra came back.
Hatra naturally heard these rumors, but he did not believe that Gatlin was a weak person, because Gatlin was his childhood playmate and he knew him.
Hatra quickly made his position clear - he promoted Gatlin from a minor general to a deputy general.
His action stopped the gossip and made Gatlin extremely grateful to him.
Then, not long after, Gatling proved his worth to Hatra - under Hatra's command, he successfully ambushed two regiments of Puteng's Sixth Division with inferior forces. If it weren't for Puteng's fast legs, he might have become his prisoner.
This battle allowed Gatlin to completely hold his head high, but he also secretly vowed in his heart that he would repay Hatra's trust and support with more victories.
To his regret, he never had the chance to fight the Assyrian army since then, because the Assyrians only surrounded him but did not attack, and Hatra also ordered that no private attacks were allowed.
Gatlin had been feeling depressed until two days ago, when he led his team out of the city to build fortifications. He suddenly became excited and ran alone in the direction of the Assyrian army's camp for more than five miles, and only stopped when he could clearly see the location of the enemy's front-line camp.
Then he saw a flag - the flag with the enemy camp's number.
He recognized the flag at a glance, as he had a similar flag among his personal trophies. After recognizing that the army stationed before him was the one he had ambushed, Gatlin drove out more than ten riders from the enemy camp and galloped back to Menia, where he told Hatra the news.
"What do you want to do?" After listening to this, Hatra looked at Gatlin with sharp eyes.
"I want to steal the camp, your highness," Gatling said.
Hatra pondered for a moment, then nodded slowly...
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"It's another dark and windy night for murder." Pu Tong looked up at the sky, turned around and said to the several regiment leaders who came to patrol, "Be careful, the Tianjun army these days is much more cunning than me, and our division is the most advanced, don't cause any trouble for me again."
"Don't worry, commander. The artillery is on standby at all times. As long as the enemy dares to come, we will bomb them to pieces." Commander Wu's words caused a burst of laughter.
"It's good to be optimistic, but we can't be blindly optimistic. This is not what I said, but what the lord said. You all have to remember it well." Pu Tong waved his hand and said, "Let's go to the left wing artillery position. I have to check whether you have built the shed firmly. In case of wind and rain, don't let my precious shells get soaked and become ineffective."
"That will never happen, Commander. Not only have we made the artillery base and shelter very secure, we have also done the camouflage as you instructed. It's so late now, you should rest early for your health." said a regimental commander.
"Then we have to check it out. Let me tell you, this camouflage is crucial..." Pu Tong said as he walked towards the artillery position...