Chapter 3314 Defeat

After Zhu Chengjun stabbed Arslan, his hands and feet became weak and he didn't even have the strength to stand up. He could only hold on to the dagger in his hand and crawl forward on the ground. When he heard the shouting behind him, his face turned pale with fright and he crawled forward even harder.

At this time, Wen Bieyu also became anxious.

Seeing that Su He was about to take Zhu Chengjun away, he suddenly turned around and took advantage of the moment when the soldier who had caught him was distracted to bite his wrist hard. The soldier screamed in pain and let him go.

Wen Bieyu landed and immediately ran towards Zhu Chengjun.

Just when he was about to approach Zhu Chengjun, another large group of soldiers from the Dian Kingdom ran towards him.

If they wanted to retreat, there would be no formation left, and the troops would surge towards them like a tsunami.

"Wow!"

Seeing this situation, Zhu Chengjun didn't dare to move anymore. He hugged his head with his hands and curled up on the ground.

The crowds of people and the sound of horses' hooves raised dust that almost filled the entire wasteland. Even the ground was shaking. Coupled with the rumbling thunder above their heads, it gave people the illusion that the world was turning upside down. Zhu Chengjun closed his eyes tightly, waiting to be trampled by thousands of horses.

However, what followed was not the expected severe pain.

Instead, something fell heavily on him. Zhu Chengjun was pressed to the ground and knocked his head. He opened his eyes subconsciously and saw Wen Bieyu throwing himself on him and holding him tightly in his arms.

"Brother Bie Yu?"

Zhu Chengjun was stunned.

He saw an expression of unbearable pain on Wen Bieyu's face, which was close to him. He didn't know how many of the passing soldiers and horses had stepped on him, but he gritted his teeth and said, "Don't be afraid, Your Highness!"

Originally, Suhe and his men were also heading this way, but when they encountered their own troops retreating like this, they were also blocked and were swept into the crowd alive. But Arslan was unwilling to give up and shouted loudly: "Catch him for me, if you can't catch him, kill him!"

They were completely defeated in the battle tonight.

Even if he couldn't catch Zhu Chengjun, even if he couldn't get hold of any evidence to control Zhu Feng, he would make the other party feel the same pain as he did!

Kill his son and make him suffer unbearably!

not to mention--

A thought had been stirring faintly in Arslan's mind. No wonder he'd felt from the start that this child was unusual. Even through the torture and injuries he endured, he remained steadfast, his bones too hard to break or bend. Such a resolute character was astonishing. Now he knew he was Zhu Feng's son. He was so young, yet he already had such a character. What would become of him when he grew up?

So, we must kill him!

When Su He heard this, a murderous look flashed across his face. He turned around, pulled out a knife from the waist of a soldier beside him, and threw it at the two children crawling on the ground in front of him.

There was only a sharp whooshing sound.

The sharp knife turned into a flash of lightning and stabbed straight at the two children.

"ah!"

Zhu Chengjun only showed a pair of eyes from under Wen Bieyu's ribs. Seeing the knife flying towards him, he screamed in fear and closed his eyes again.

In this split second, a black shadow suddenly flashed by.

The moment before the knife was about to pierce Zhu Chengjun's face, it was firmly grasped by a hand that suddenly stretched out. The sharp blade passed across the palm of the hand, and a stream of blood flew out along the blade with a "puff" sound, spraying Zhu Chengjun's face again.

He opened his eyes in fright, only to see Zhu Feng riding a warhorse, leaning over and flying past him!

It was him who intercepted the knife!

"Father!"

Zhu Chengjun shouted in surprise and joy. At this moment, he even forgot his fear and almost jumped up with joy.

But after Zhu Feng intercepted the knife, he did not stop, but shouted: "Protect the King of Han!"

Immediately, another puff of smoke and dust hit Zhu Chengjun's face. It was Chen Zixiao and Fang Buyuan who led their men and horses and quickly moved forward and surrounded them. The soldiers of the Neng State who were pouring in like a tide immediately avoided them from a distance, and the soldiers of the Yan State who followed closely also immediately surrounded them.

The two children are safe for the time being.

But Zhu Feng——

Zhu Chengjun was still lying on the ground, looking up at his father who was riding so fast in front of him. Without even turning his head, he threw the knife that cut his palm into the air, grabbed the handle, and rode his horse straight forward to kill.

Although Chen Zixiao and the others protected the King of Han, they were also frightened when they saw this scene.

All around them, the soldiers of the Neng State were still retreating. Zhu Feng rushed forward on his horse and was basically trapped in the enemy's formation. If those people turned around and attacked him, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Chen Zixiao shouted, "Your Majesty!"

But Zhu Chengjun, who was lying on the ground, could tell at a glance what Zhu Feng was going for. He felt the ground shaking and hitting his small chest, which in turn gave him a surge of excitement. He suddenly felt his blood boiling and shouted without hesitation: "Father, kill him!"

Standing in front of Zhu Feng was Su He, who had not had time to retreat.

After he threw the knife, he wanted to retreat immediately, but he didn't expect that Zhu Feng would intercept the knife. He was stunned by this scene. He didn't expect that Zhu Feng would actually charge towards him on horseback. At this moment, even Su He, known as the Axe, was shocked and lost his reaction when he saw Zhu Feng with a murderous look on his face, charging towards him with a long knife in his hand, as majestic as a god descending to the earth.

Behind him, Arslan's roar rang out: "Sukh!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, he felt a flash of silver light before his eyes.

Suddenly, a stream of blood rushed up into the sky from Suhe's neck. Zhu Feng swept his sword and cut off his head. The round head flew high into the sky and finally fell into the chaotic crowd. The soldiers of the Dang State who were fleeing in all directions were even more terrified by the scene and trampled on it. Soon, not even a trace of him could be seen.

Arslan, who had already retreated far away and saw this scene, looked at Zhu Feng with a pale face.

After he killed Suhe, he also reined in his horse.

The blood of both him and Su He mixed on the upside-down sword, which kept dripping down and merged into the wasteland that was already soaked in blood, but was immediately washed away by something else.

After a burst of thunder, heavy rain poured down.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

He could no longer hear who was shouting, and Arslan couldn't even feel the pain in his chest. He was surrounded by countless people and was fleeing from the battlefield, getting farther and farther away from Zhu Feng.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally let out a long sigh.

Then he said: "Return to White Tiger City!"