The shouts alarmed Zhao Yun in the nearby tent. He didn't even care about wearing shoes. He lifted the curtain with his sword and rushed into the rain. He saw Luo Shi Chang who was fighting with two assassins, and he was gradually at a disadvantage and could not hold on.

Luo Shi Chang's movements became more dull because of injuries on his body. The two assassins were overjoyed when they saw this, so they waved their swords to slash at the same time. After a loud "defying" sound, the three of them separated. Luo Shi Chang'deng took five or six steps backwards, and finally fell to the ground. Seeing the two knives that were slashing at him again, he closed his eyes in despair and waited for the last moment to arrive.

Unexpectedly, after waiting for a long time, the other party's knife did not cut off. He opened his eyes and saw Zhao Yun wearing a white robe standing in front of him with a sword in his hand. The two assassins just now were already lying at his feet. Luo Shi Chang bowed to Zhao Yun, grinning and said with a wry smile: "Thank you... Thank you... Help... Hum!"

Zhao Yun leaned over to hold Luo Shi Chang and asked nervously: "Where is the young master?"

Luo Shi came back from the Gate of Hell, as if all his strength had been drained. He leaned against Zhao Yun in a daze, pointed at the tent with his finger, and said a little unhurriedly: "Hurry... hurry up, go... save the young master!"

At this time, the soldiers in other tents were also alarmed. They had no time to pierce their armor and rushed out with weapons. Zhao Yun handed Chief Luo Shi to a soldier and ordered loudly: "Every tent, don't let the assassin escape!" After that, he rushed into the tent with his sword.

Han Zhan didn't know much martial arts at first, but his life was just a matter of life. In order to protect himself, he used his sword to slash and slash. He was no match for the assassin disguised as a chef. At this time, he had been forced into the corner of the tent and had no choice but to retreat. The sword in his hand was knocked out by the assassin.

Just as he watched the knife in the assassin's hand chopping it down at himself, a sword suddenly came from the side and held the assassin's knife. Han Zhan looked sideways and couldn't help but shout in surprise: "Zilong, it's you!"

Zhao Yun didn't say anything, but just pushed the assassin back a few steps, then blocked Han Zhan without looking back, and asked, "Young Master, are you okay?"

"I'm fine!" Han Zhan said loudly, "Catch the living." He wanted to figure out who wanted his life, so he actually sent an assassin to Yuan Shao's military camp to assassin him.

If the Assassin and Zhao Yun fight head-on on the battlefield, they will definitely not be able to walk for a single round; but in this small tent, he seemed at ease, and Zhao Yun could not do anything to him for a moment. But after more than a dozen rounds of battle, Zhao Yun gradually took the initiative.

At this moment, the curtain was lifted from outside. Zhang He, who was wearing a helmet and armor, rushed into the tent with five or six personal soldiers. Seeing that the situation was not good, the assassin rushed to Xun Chen, who was frightened and paralyzed. Seeing the knife in his hand on his neck, he shouted loudly: "No one is allowed to come over, otherwise I will kill him!"

Han Zhan quickly called out Zhao Yun and Zhang He who were about to rush forward, and shouted at the assassin: "You have no way out. Let Mr. Xun go immediately and then tell me who the instructor is. I can leave you with the whole body."

"Let your people get out of the tent." The assassin said viciously: "Otherwise I will kill him."

"Put down the knife," Zhang He shouted at the assassin: "Otherwise I will order someone to break you up from the corpse."

The assassin was furious after hearing this. The scimitar in his hand tightened. The blade had already cut through Xun Chen's skin. Several drops of dark red blood beads slowly slid down the blade and fell on Xun Chen's official robe. Seeing the assassin's look like he was about to break the dead, Han Zhan could only change his mind temporarily: "Stop, how do you want to let Mr. Xun go?"

The assassin repeated the words just now: "Let these people get out of the tent, otherwise I will kill him."

Zhang He was so angry that his eyebrows were raised, and he wanted to rush over immediately and cut the assassin's sword to death. This time he was responsible for the escort work of traveling. If something happened to Xun Chen in front of him and was killed by the assassin in this way, it would be a big deal to die. Zhang He tried hard to control his emotions and asked Han Zhan with a skeleton: "Young Master, what should we do?"

Han Zhan quickly weighed the powerful relationship in his mind, and then ordered: "General Junyi took the soldiers out, and Zilong stayed." He knew that he was not an opponent. If all the people who could beat him were left, only himself and the assassin were left, wouldn't he seek death?

Zhang He and his personal soldiers retreated from the tent, and Yan Liang came over with a team of Yuan soldiers. He glanced at the other party, and then asked vigilantly: "What are you here to do?"

Yan Liang bowed to Zhang He and said, "My lord heard that something happened to Mr. Han here, so he sent Liang to see if there was anything to help."

Regarding the assassin that suddenly appeared, Zhang He suspected that it was sent by Yuan Shao. Yan Liang, who came to help at this moment, was just to confirm whether the young master was dead. Therefore, he said coldly: "Please go back and tell Yuan Cheqi. The young master is safe. The assassin has been surrounded by us and cannot escape."

At this time, only Han Zhan, Zhao Yun, and the assassin holding Xun Chen hostage. Han Zhan said to the assassin: "Now there are only a few of us left in the tent, you can put the knife down."

"It's really a daydream to let me put down the knife." The assassin said disdainfully: "As soon as I put down the knife in my hand, the person next to you will rush over and kill me. I'm not that stupid."

Han Zhan was unwilling to continue the stalemate, so he leaned close to Zhao Yun and said in a low voice: "Zilong, as long as the assassin turns his head, he will kill him immediately." He felt that the person who held Xun Chen hostage should be a dead soldier. Even if he captured him alive, he might not be able to ask what he wanted to know, so he simply killed him and saved him trouble.

Although Zhao Yun was not sure why Han Zhan used it so sure that the assassin would turn around, he still held the sword in his hand and stared at the other party intently. He just waited for the other party to take his attention away from Xun Chen and rushed over to kill him.

Han Zhan coughed softly, cleared his throat, and said with a smile: "Brother, I think we should have a good talk." As he said that, he slowly walked towards the other party.

When Zhao Yun saw Han Zhan suddenly walked towards the assassin, he immediately became nervous, afraid that the other party would encounter danger. Just when he was about to speak to stop him, Han Zhan stopped and looked behind the assassin with horror.

The assassin who was holding Xun Chen hostage saw Han Zhan suddenly staring behind him, as if he had seen something incredible, and he couldn't help but instinctively turned his head and looked behind him.

What Zhao Yun had been waiting for was the opportunity for the assassin to turn his head. Seeing that the assassin's attention was removed from Xun Chen, he roared suddenly and threw the sword in his hand out. The tip of the sword pierced the assassin's temple without any bias, and he fell down without saying a word.

After killing the assassin, Han Zhan and Zhao Yun hurried over to help Xun Chen up and carefully checked the injuries on his neck. It was only a little bit of skin injury, and there was nothing serious, so he felt relieved.

Han Zhan and Zhao Yun helped Xun Chen out of the tent. The tent was full of soldiers. The ones standing in front were Zhang He and Yan Liang. After Han Zhan handed Xun Chen to other soldiers to support him, he said to Zhang He: "The assassin in the tent is dead. Send someone to clean up, and then send the assassin's body to Yuan Gong."

"Here!" Zhang He agreed loudly, and ordered several personal soldiers standing beside him to go into the tent to clean up the mess. Then he reported to Han Zhan: "Young master, the matter has been found out. There are three assassins in total. They killed four kids in the kitchen and then pretended to be kids to assassinate you. Now the three assassins have all been killed and have no living left."

Yan Liang, who was standing beside him, was confused and asked Zhang He in confusion: "General Jun Yi, how did you know that the assassin came to assassinate Mr. Han, not Mr. Xun?"

Zhang He snorted coldly and said, "General Yan Liang, when I just brought people into the tent, I saw the assassin put a knife on Mr. Xun's neck to threaten everyone. If the target of his assassination was Mr. Xun, he would have taken action without saying a word."

"General Yan Liang," Han Zhan said to Yan Liang: "I don't know if there is a good doctor in the army. One of my subordinates is seriously injured and needs treatment immediately."
Chapter completed!