The army on the east route was wiped out, and soon news came that the army on the middle route was trapped and faced the dilemma of running out of ammunition and food. Dazhou had lost both troops, and the army led by the prince and Su Yueming was left alone.
Su Yueming climbed to the highest position of Longmen Pass and looked ahead. The red shirt on her body was fluttering in the wind and rustling. She had a heroic appearance, and she was not inferior to women.
Looking up, dark clouds were pressing directly over Longmen Pass.
In the distance, the battle flag of Great Qin can be vaguely seen. On the flag is written the name of the King of Beiyuan. The strong force seems to be carrying his flavor and domineering slowly.
His black unicorn robe captivated her eyes, causing her to lose consciousness for a moment.
His methods were so ruthless and left no room for error. It seemed that he had regarded this last line of troops as a target.
…
On the battlefield.
The prince was dressed in dark robes and stood on a tall maroon horse. His beautiful eyes narrowed slightly and looked at the long dragon in front of him that was gradually clearing up.
Su Yueming was sitting on the chariot, looking at the increasingly clear figure of Kuang Ba with calm eyes. She suddenly stood up and stood side by side with the prince.
The prince turned around and said, "Yue'er."
A smile appeared on Su Yueming's face. To the prince, this smile was like the warm sun in winter and the breeze in summer, making his heart stronger and fearless.
Su Yueming raised her hand, held his fist, and said, "Your Highness, Su Yueming will advance and retreat with you, live and die together."
The prince also smiled. In the wind, he stood tall and tall, his sleeves fluttering. He gazed affectionately into Su Yueming's eyes and said, "Whether it's an ally or not, with your words, Yue'er, I, Xuanyuan Qihuang, will have no regrets in this life." !”
Murong Canghai had already arrived at the pre-battle position. His deep and cold eyes fell on the two pairs of intertwined hands. The hand holding the reins couldn't help but tremble slightly——
Su Yueming was so nervous about him, but he had never seen her worry at all about him, Murong Canghai.
Everything that happened in Xiangyang Village flashed through her mind. It seemed like everything happened yesterday. But now, the two of them were enemies of life and death. From the beginning to the end, she chose to stand beside Xuanyuan Qihuang. On one side, the side that becomes hostile to him.
Thinking of this, he raised his eyes slightly, with a sarcastic look on his lips, and said, "Prince Zhou, do you like to have women by your side when fighting? Is it to block your sword, or is he always ready to bribe me with his beauty? .”
"Your Majesty, Beiyuan!" After hearing his provocative words, the prince said coldly, "I will not allow you to verbally insult me, Princess Da Zhou."
"I have insulted her, what can Prince Zhou do to me?" Murong Canghai was arrogant, but his gaze never left Su Yueming.
She was able to treat him so calmly! Was it because she trusted Prince Zhou, or was it because to her, he, Murong Canghai, was nothing at all and she didn't need to treat him in any other way?
The prince looked calm, raised the flag high, lowered it, and gave an order——
"kill!"
"Rush..."
"Kill..."
After receiving the order, the soldiers all took up their weapons and charged into battle. The two armies faced each other, and the sounds of fighting and crying were heard.
Swords and swords flashed, flesh and blood flew everywhere.
Gradually, corpses fell one by one, the yellow soil under their feet was stained red with blood, and the air exuded a strong smell of blood.
The blood spattered on Su Yueming's shirt, making the red color even more dazzling and eye-catching.