Outside the side doors of Xianyang Palace, there are two carriages. Around the carriage are fifty Daqin soldiers wearing short armor and ingenious faces.

These soldiers are completely different from other Daqin soldiers. They have sharp eyes and their equipment is even more special. Everyone has a bag on their bodies, and they are so bulging inside that they don’t know what it is.

On their war horses, there were bows and arrows, and on the other side was a crossbow made of steel. It was the military crossbow of later generations, and the horse's victory hook was hung with spears made of steel. Hanging around the waists of these people was a long sword that the Qin people had never seen before. These swords were straight, five feet long, three inches wide, and the head of the knife was chamfered by 135 degrees. It was a good weapon suitable for chopping and puncture.

These fifty soldiers were elites selected by Meng Tian from the Great Qin soldiers he trained. These people are veterans of a hundred battles. After training, they quickly digest the concept of special operations.

While everyone was waiting silently, the small side door of Xianyang Palace gently opened. Two figures walked out of the small door one after another.

Seeing the elite soldiers waiting outside, Hu Hai nodded. He raised his legs and got on a large car parked outside, and Diecui behind him also got on the car. The team of people quietly set off in this quiet dark night.

Bypassing the huge palace city, they appeared before the east gate of Xianyang City.

The people guarding the city were told to take a vacation last night. The entire east gate was replaced by Chen Jia's subordinates. Below the east gate, a general wearing armor stood like a mountain, waiting for Hu Hai's arrival.

Seeing the frame appear, the general hurried forward to greet him.

Hu Hai lifted the curtain and saw Chen Jia wearing armor. He nodded without saying anything. Chen Jia also understood the emperor's meaning and waved his hand. The army had already slowly pushed open the east gate of Xianyang City.

The huge city gate made a dull sound. As soon as a crack was opened, Hu Hai's frame immediately rushed out of Xianyang City. Fifty elite soldiers of the Qin army followed closely.

Looking at the frame that was moving away, Chen Jia held his fists and bowed.

Sitting in the car and breathing the still-frosty air outside Xianyang City, Hu Hai's mood instantly improved. For some reason, in the deep palace, although countless inner-level palace maids were surrounding him every day, and there were also the counselor's office and ministers in the court coming and going, but Hu Hai felt extremely lonely.

Sometimes, he feels like living in illusion. It seems that he returns to modernity and classroom as soon as he opens his eyes.

During his time in the Qin Dynasty, he finally knew why ancient emperors all called themselves alone. The so-called high places are so cold, but that's all.

He had just arrived in Daqin and knew his identity that he had no time to consider these things. Because Zhao Gaoshang was there at that time, his life was threatened and everything was imminent. Although Daqin is now in war, with his efforts to save him, the rear is still stable. Now there are old ministers like Meng Tian and Zhang Han and major generals like Li Yuan and Li Jian in the army, and he feels that he can still deal with it.

Once it is not so urgent, he can feel the loneliness from the depths of his soul when he relaxes. No one understands his time-traveling heart. Compared to those self-proclaimed lonely people, he is a real lonely person.

Now that he left Xianyang City, Hu Hai immediately lifted the curtain of the car. Although the cold wind was blowing outside, his mood improved. Xianyang was like a huge cage. The emperor's position was not easy to do. Compared to the history teacher, the emperor was too tired.

At this moment, it was already a distance away from Xianyang. A glimmer of light flashed on the ground in the distance. Under the white background in the east, bands of mist that were like floating in the long river slowly rose.

The morning fog quickly spread. The fog was very big, and I couldn't see my five fingers.

Meng Hang and Upp, who were in charge of the guards, immediately stopped the frame, and fifty elite soldiers immediately scattered and surrounded the frame in the center. At this time, Han Tan, in the fog, secretly guarded his thirty-six souls.

The heavy fog came suddenly and was heavy.

No one noticed that in the fog, a group of people wearing white clothes and almost melted into the fog were fan-shaped from the front towards Hu Hai's frame.

These people were wrapped in white silk in their hands, and the only color difference on the handle of the knife was hidden in the fog.

Fifty elite soldiers were trained to no less than any master. They immediately dismounted. All the horses were under their control and formed a circle. All the military crossbows were held in their hands.

A sudden blood light appeared in the fog.

But the blood was far away and the fog was too heavy for Hu Hai and the others to see it.

The Han Tan people have already fought with the men in white hidden in the mist.

In the fog, Han Tan's sword seemed to have eyes, and each sword would accurately pierce the assassin's key points in the white fog.

Kill in the fog, kill people invisibly.

Even these are masters. They have decided to win or lose even if they are slashing wildly without touching their swords.

The entire fog was silent, and gradually there was a smell of blood in this silence. Even the fog was contaminated with blood, and a large area turned into red fog.

The well-trained fifty elites saw the red mist gradually spreading in front of them, and smelled the bloody smell coming from there, and their faces remained unchanged. Before leaving the city, they received Meng Tian's strict order, only protecting the emperor and not taking the initiative to attack.

White figures fell into the fog, and some kind of poison seemed to be planted in their blood. Once they died, the gauze that covered their faces immediately corroded, and their whole bodies would instantly corrode, making a pool of rotten meat.

These people are dead soldiers, fearless and fearless. Once they die, all the characteristics of the person disappear without leaving any trace. No matter how they check, it is difficult to find out the identities of these people.

The fog dissipates and people die.

These people are dead soldiers, but they are not masters in the martial arts world. They did not survive the massacre of the thirty-six souls of the Great Qin Dynasty. Even the last person Han Tan wanted to capture was killed by his own sword before being captured.

After the thirty-six souls did these things, they dispersed secretly.

Only Han Tan stayed at the scene.

As the fog dissipated, everyone was shocked to find that just one arrow in front of the circular formation they formed, more than a dozen corpses were lying in a row. The corpses rotted and emitting a slight smoke.

Blood flowed out from these corpses. Judging from the quality of the blood, they should be the newly dead.

Only Han Tan stood among the dead, his face was quiet, but a trace of doubt flashed through his eyes.

"Let Han talk over, I want to ask." Hu Hai knew that this was a premeditated assassination. This incident made him feel like he was on the back. He had just left Xianyang City and was able to be found by an assassin when he encountered heavy fog. What does this mean?

These assassins were wearing white gauze dresses and even the handle of the knife was wrapped in white silk. It seemed that the other party was not only well prepared, but also had masters who understood the changes in the world.
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