"Hurry up!" Su Yueming urged, sitting on the sedan chair. The numbness in her legs and feet still hadn't completely dissipated. She always felt weak and weak when she stepped on the ground, so she had to ride on the sedan chair and set off.
Along the way, her right eyelid kept twitching, and there was an uneasy feeling in her heart.
Looking around, smoke billows in the distance, which shows how tragic the battle is.
Murong Canghai wanted to annihilate Dazhou in one fell swoop. He mobilized 80,000 troops from Shengjing overnight. These 80,000 troops were all tigers and wolves, and were extremely ferocious. The elite soldiers led by the prince were surrounded, and the fighting soldiers fell one by one.
As we went down, there were fewer and fewer people around the prince.
"Your Highness, it's too bad, the Qin soldiers have closed the hole, and we are surrounded." After Feng Po stabbed a Qin soldier to death with a sword, he said loudly. He was injured and his body was covered with blood.
That heroic face was slashed.
The prince looked around with sharp eyes——
The land was filled with mourning, rivers of blood flowed, and the sound of killings was loud. The soldiers who fought bloody battles fell one by one, and the faces of the remaining people showed the sorrow of being unable to do what they wanted.
"Whoa!" A long arrow whizzed towards him. The prince suddenly turned sideways, and the arrow missed the target.
"Your Highness..." Song Siyuan's eyes turned red. He was also injured. There were bleeding wounds on his arms and shoulders. He bit off a piece of his clothes and bandaged the wounds on his arms, "Your Highness,
There’s no way to escape.”
This is a fierce battle with no chance of winning. Death is gradually approaching everyone.
Murong Canghai, a warrior of 80,000 tigers and wolves, is like a curse. Everyone knows that it is almost impossible to get out alive now.
"Your Highness, brothers Ji Zhi and Yi stay here and let Prime Minister Song and General Song cover your evacuation." Seeing the Qin soldiers getting closer and closer, the turbulent flow of people was like ants, Feng Po said.
"I don't want to escape either!" the prince said coldly.
"Your Highness, what do you mean..." Feng Po's heart suddenly tightened. He had been with the prince for so long, and he knew the prince's character very well.
The prince turned around, his resolute gaze slowly sweeping over the people in front of him——
Every one of his men was seriously injured, and everyone looked at him closely and hopefully. Their hope, at this moment, was all on him.
When the wind blows, his jade-like black hair flutters in the wind, carrying an elegant and tragic look.
"Fengpo..." he spoke, his voice like a fountain, calm and collected, "You, together with the two of you, Prime Minister Song and his son, will lead the east and west armies to break out. I will stay behind to command the army in the middle to buy time for you and others to evacuate.
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"Your Highness, you must not do this!"
When everyone heard this, they immediately knelt down on their knees.
Song Chengru, the prime minister of the left, clasped his hands and said, "Your Highness is the crown prince of a country. He is responsible for the future of the great Zhou Dynasty. How can he put himself in danger? It is not a pity for the old minister to die, so I will lead the middle route army to cover it. Generals, you come to protect His Highness."
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"No, father!" After hearing this, Song Siyuan immediately stopped him and said, "Let your son stay, and you go with His Highness!"
"No, let the humble position stay!"
"Let the humble position stay!"
Suddenly, the Song family's father and son, Feng Po, Yi Yi and other generals all asked for cover to let the prince go first.
Everyone was impassioned and eager to try.
There was a faint look of relief in the prince's eyes, but he said sharply——
"Okay, don't fight anymore! I have made my mind up. Everyone, time is running out. Let's go quickly!"