Reborn as a Merchant Girl, the General's Beloved

Anan only felt that he was pulled by him and stood steadily behind him.

His body was erect, blocking almost everything from the outside world. But there was still a fishy smell that lingered at the tip of her nose.

There was a rustling sound of wind in their ears, and countless wooden arrows flew towards them like rain.

Anan, who claimed that he had seen "big scenes", had no calm demeanor at this moment. He felt paralyzed all over and didn't even have the strength to stand still. He subconsciously grabbed his sleeve, but his hands were shaking like sieves.

He held a sword in one hand and held her hand with the other. No matter how much she cared about him, she couldn't help but be afraid of death. She followed his steps like a puppet, dodging countless terrifying throat-piercing arrows, and every second was torture.

He held her hand, rough but warm; his profile was firm and sharp. In a trance, Anan seemed to see the most familiar person again. She suddenly thought that in her previous life, he left her without hesitation, leaving only the words "live well", which made her like a dead wood and procrastinate to survive. Now her life is in danger, but she can stand side by side with him.

Thinking of this, the current situation was not so scary anymore, and she held his hand tightly.

An arrow had been stuck in Bi'an's shoulder at some point, and a few drops of blood flowed through the already wet cuffs and dripped along his fingers onto the ground. Anan foolishly thought, if he hadn't been wearing the ink-colored clothes, how terrifying it would have been.

The arrow pierced through his shoulder, and appeared coldly behind him, with a few traces of blood left. The white feather in front of him swayed with his movements.

Bian waved the sword in his hand and blocked 90% of the hidden arrows. Anan looked at the coldness on the ground and couldn't help but respect this reckless guy. Even though he was seriously injured and in a critical condition, he still stubbornly stood in front, firm and fearless.

Another round of arrow rain came, dense and even more than before. Bian was already out of breath, and once again raised the sword on the ground, ready to fight.

Anan suddenly realized that the two of them were highly skilled in martial arts and it would not be difficult for them to escape. They were struggling so hard just to protect themselves. He felt mixed emotions at the moment.

He suddenly let go of her hand and pushed her to the back of the haystack in front. Anan was in a daze and fell heavily to the ground after being pushed by him. She looked up in shock and saw two arrows falling on the haystack in front of her.

Her breathing stagnated, and she looked up to see him leap up with a vigorous step, passing Bi'an who was struggling to resist, and kicking towards the pillar of the stable. With just one kick, the thick wood that one person was holding was broken in an instant.

The stable was a temporary structure for pedestrians to tie up their horses. It was crude to begin with, and one of the pillars broke, causing the entire roof to collapse.

The horses, which had long been frightened by the rain of arrows, quickly broke free from their restraints, neighing and fleeing in panic. The entire horse station was in chaos and some people fell from the roof.

When the rain of arrows stopped, there was deathly silence.

Then, there was another suffocating rain of arrows.

Bi'an resisted with all his might and had no intention of retreating.

He looked back at Bian, then at her, and then he leaped onto the wall in one swift step, climbed up from the top of the wall again, climbed onto the railing of the next door house, and flipped into the corridor. The whole process was neat and tidy.

Even more agile than climbing over the wall was the sword in his hand. He swung the sword in one go without seeing his opponent, but the window paper on his side was stained red. He climbed through the window and heard the sound of ice blades clinking from inside.

Bian took two steps forward and stood in front of her.

Anan looked up and saw a figure moving freely among the surrounding houses, like a hurricane, destroying everything in its path.

A large number of officers and soldiers rushed to the scene upon hearing the news and quickly joined the battle. After a while, countless figures were seen fleeing in all directions.

The officers and soldiers did not stop for a moment and began to search for any fish that had escaped the net.