Chapter 285 Injured

Qi Shuo had already ordered people to find out the details of Wuli.

Wuli's parents died early, and he was taken home to be raised by Wuye. Although the two of them did not spend every day together, their relationship was not comparable to that of an ordinary uncle and nephew.

It can be said that Wuli is the most suitable target.

Qi Shuo gripped his long sword tightly, dodged or killed several Qi soldiers, and quietly approached Wuli.

Wuli was fighting with a deputy general of the Great Zhou.

The deputy general was at a disadvantage, his shoulder was stained with blood, his face was pale, and he looked like he was about to collapse at any time.

There was a fierce look in Wuli's eyes.

This Zhou general had killed a good friend of his in the last clash between their armies, and when he came to pursue him, he had already fled. Today, they finally met, and he would see him kill the thief and avenge his friend.

Seeing that the Zhou general began to retreat, Wuli chased him without hesitation. Suddenly, a long knife came out from the side and hit the knife he was using to chop at the Zhou general.

The two swords collided, making a teeth-grinding sound, but it was nothing in this battlefield where the sound of killing was deafening.

"It's you?" Seeing that cold and handsome face, Wuli was stunned at first, and then overjoyed.

At first, they didn't know it, but after many battles, they recently learned that this young Zhou general was actually the son of Prince Jing. Capturing this boy would be a great achievement!

The thought of revenge for his friend was immediately thrown out of Wuli's mind, and all his attention was focused on Qi Shuo.

Qi Shuo did not answer, but slashed at Wuli's neck with a knife.

The knife seemed to come quickly, but it was full of flaws. Wuli dodged it easily, and his confidence in capturing Prince Jing alive grew like weeds.

Therefore, as the two fought, he did not notice that they were gradually moving away from the center of the battlefield.

Qi Shuo glanced and saw that the arranged people were in place, and his body swayed, revealing a flaw.

Wuli's eyes lit up and he rushed forward to chop Qi Shuo's shoulder.

Qi Shuo didn't dodge.

To be precise, not completely avoided.

The blade cut through the soft armor and sank into the flesh. The corners of Wuli's mouth opened wide, and his smile was a bit ferocious.

"Boy, surrender!"

The soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty were all around shouting, "The prince is injured!"

Qi Shuo's status had already attracted considerable attention in Northern Qi, and this shout immediately attracted the attention of Northern Qi soldiers. In an instant, both sides knew that Prince Jing was injured.

Most of the soldiers on both sides continued to fight, while a small number rushed over here.

One side wants to save people, the other side wants to reap the fruits of victory.

Before these people arrived, Qi Shuo used his long sword to deflect the knife that was about to hit his shoulder.

The force at this moment was completely different from the one they had just fought. Before the smile on Wuli's face could turn into surprise, he felt a strong force coming and his body was pulled towards Qi Shuo.

He was also really capable. When he was suddenly pulled over, he reacted quickly and clamped his legs tightly around the horse's belly.

At this time, as long as the warhorse under you turns around and retreats, it is difficult to stop it with human power, and Wuli's warhorse did react in the same way.

At this critical moment, a spear shot out from nowhere and fiercely pierced the horse's leg. The warhorse knelt forward uncontrollably, throwing the person on its back forward.

In this way, Qi Shuo pulled Wuli over without much effort, turned his hand and pressed him on the horse's back, then turned around and retreated.

After a brief shock, many Northern Qi soldiers shouted and chased after them.

The soldiers who had been arranged in advance tried their best to stop the incoming enemy troops for a moment, and the warhorse carrying two people rushed out of the battlefield like a flash of lightning and ran towards the city gate.

"Wuli!" When General Wu Ye saw his nephew being captured, his eyes were bloodshot and he let out a heart-wrenching roar.

Many Northern Qi soldiers were distracted by the sudden capture of Wuli, and a single mistake in a fight could mean their lives were in danger. Many Qi soldiers were immediately killed by the Great Zhou soldiers who were fighting with them.

"Chase him!" General Wu Ye raised his sword and galloped towards the city gate on his horse, but there were people everywhere, both his own people and enemies. The crowds became an obstacle to his pursuit. In the end, he could only watch the horse carrying his nephew rush into the city gate and disappear without a trace.

The original plan was to withdraw the troops after Qi Shuo succeeded, but the battlefield was ever-changing, requiring last-minute decisions. Seeing Wu Ye's disarray due to his nephew's capture, Prince Jing immediately waved his hand and led his men forward, determined not to miss this fleeting opportunity.

As he rushed over, Prince Jing's eyes were red and his heart was filled with excitement.

If I could chop off Karasuno's dog head, my son wouldn't have to take any risks!

With a loud clang, the long sword used by Prince Jing collided with Wu Ye's hammer.

A huge force came and the sword almost slipped out of his hand.

Seeing that his nephew was unable to save him, Wu Ye vented his anger on Prince Jing. After a few hits from the hammer, Prince Jing's hair stood on end and he turned his horse around and ran away.

The gong sounded to signal the troops to withdraw, and in the blink of an eye, all the soldiers of the Great Zhou withdrew, leaving a pile of corpses on the battlefield.

What was remarkable was that this time, the number of corpses left behind was greater for the Qi army than for the Zhou army. Furthermore, Qi Shuo had captured Wu Ye's nephew, Wu Li, alive, making this a truly impressive victory.

But before the cheers could be heard, Qi Shuo fell off his horse, pulling Wu Li off with him and using him as a cushion.

"Prince!"

"Oh no, the prince is injured!"

Exclamations echoed, and many people gathered around. Qi Shuo's eyes were tightly closed, his face pale, and blood had soaked through his silver armor. On the other hand, Wu Li, who had been crushed by him, was uninjured and struggled to get up.

In this situation, even if Wuli had great abilities, he could not escape. He was quickly controlled by the crowd and tied up tightly and kept under guard.

Qi Shuo was also carried into the requisitioned mansion and a military doctor was called to treat him.

After an unknown amount of time, he woke up and saw Prince Jing standing by his side.

"Father?"

Hearing this shout, Prince Jing, who was dozing off, suddenly woke up and jumped up in surprise: "Shuo'er, you're finally awake!"

Qi Shuo turned his eyes and saw that there was no one in the room. He smiled helplessly and said, "Why is my father so excited?"

"How dare you ask!" Prince Jing slapped the bed, furious. "Didn't you say you were going to pretend to be injured? How did you get yourself into this state?"

God knows he was no match for Wu Ye's Hammerhead, who ran back covered in dust and dirt. When he saw his son fall off the horse, he was horrified.

Facing his old father's accusations, Qi Shuo thought that if he was really injured, he didn't know how much effort it would take to push the plan forward. He said with shame on his face: "I made my father worry. Then Wuli——"

Prince Jing's attention was immediately diverted: "Don't worry, that kid has been locked up in a secret cell and can't escape even if he has wings."

"Has the news of my injury spread?"

"Word has spread, and everything is developing according to plan."

Qi Shuo then revealed a genuine and relaxed smile, and his eyes fell on Prince Jing's arm: "Is my father injured?"

"It's all because of that old dog Wuye. He's even stronger than when he was young—" Seeing Qi Shuo frowning, Prince Jing suddenly stopped talking.

"Father didn't retreat in time?"

Prince Jing stood up quickly: "Ah, I'll go see if there's any hot porridge."