Chapter 3316 Shocking

Zhu Feng left some people to continue cleaning the battlefield, and then hurried to the altar with a group of people.

The rain is getting heavier.

It was as if a hole was pierced in the dark sky above, and the Milky Way in the sky poured directly onto the earth. After running in the rain for a while, all the people looked like they had been fished out of the water. Even the battle-hardened war horses were unable to open their eyes due to the torrential downpour, and they struggled and swayed in the rain, unwilling to move forward.

However, Zhu Feng said nothing, spurred his horse and whipped it, leading everyone to gallop in the rain.

Nan Yan followed behind him. At this time, her face was numb from the rain, but she didn't even cry out a word of pain. In fact, the regret in her heart was much more severe than the pain in her body.

She should have stayed at the altar, she thought.

No matter what Zhu Chengjun did, she should trust Zhu Feng and believe that he would have a way to find the child, but she still left the important matters at the altar and came here.

Unexpectedly, the old uncle would fall down at this time.

She raised her head and looked at the figure of Zhu Feng riding on horseback not far ahead. She felt sad and guilty, but it was too late to say anything at this time. She could only gallop to catch up.

The location of the altar is neither close nor far from the battlefield.

However, it was difficult to march in such a pouring rain, even to stand still. In addition, they had already been fighting for several hours, and at this time they were really exhausted and almost reached their limit.

Just then, they saw something faint, like light, appear on the horizon ahead.

It's getting light.

After a whole night, they finally fought their way out of the sea of ​​blood and corpses.

However, the deep night and heavy rain still obscured the land. The little light in the distant sky was not enough to illuminate the road ahead. Everyone kept their heads down and continued to gallop. After about a cup of tea, Nan Yan raised her head again and suddenly said, "Your Majesty, look!"

The sky ahead was a little brighter. Of course, it was only a tiny ray of light, as faint as a candlelight, visible through layers of window paper within a short distance. However, Zhu Feng could see at a glance that a high platform had appeared on the dark ground ahead.

It's the altar!

At this time, there was no one on the altar, even the soldiers who had been guarding it had withdrawn. They ran for a while and saw that the place under the altar where the awning was originally had several tents set up around it, and all the soldiers were guarding nearby.

As soon as they noticed someone coming, they came to greet them.

"It's the Emperor!"

"The Emperor is coming! The Emperor is coming!"

"Quick, go and report to Lord Heyi!"

Zhu Feng didn't even stop, he just galloped over and didn't dismount until he reached the outside of the tent. The soldiers standing at the tent door were already soaked and immediately came forward and knelt on the ground, "Your Majesty!"

Zhu Feng asked, "Where is the uncle?"

One of them said, "In reply to the emperor, the Taoist priest is now in the tent, and Master Heyi is treating him."

When Zhu Feng heard this, he immediately reached out, opened the tent and rushed in.

Nan Yan also rode her horse and galloped over. The guards on both sides immediately stepped forward to help her get off the horse. However, at this time, her mind was calmer than before. After getting off the horse, she did not immediately follow Zhu Feng into the tent. Instead, she turned around and looked at Fang Buyuan holding the unconscious Wen Bieyu in his arms, and Xiao Shunzi also fell off the horse with Han King Zhu Chengjun.

She said, "Call the military doctor over immediately to treat the King of Han's wounds and give Wen Bieyu a thorough medical checkup. Don't let anything happen to him. Do you understand?"

Although Zhu Chengjun was captured and tortured by Arslan for a whole day, he only had a minor flesh wound on his neck, which was not a serious problem. However, Wen Bieyu lay on top of him to protect him when the army of the Neng Kingdom retreated. He was trampled on by those people at will. It was a blessing that his small body was not crushed. At this time, he was bleeding from his mouth and nose and had already lost consciousness. This was the most fatal thing.

The people below immediately took Wen Bieyu to the tent on the other side, and the military doctor also hurried over.

Zhu Chengjun thought for a moment and said softly, "Mother, I want to go over and look after Brother Bie Yu."

Nan Yan glanced at him.

Although he was also covered in wounds, the child showed a strong vitality at this time. Even though his neck was cut and bleeding, he acted as if nothing had happened. Nan Yan said solemnly, "Okay, but you must rest well. The doctor will examine your injuries and you are not allowed to act recklessly."

Zhu Chengjun immediately said, "I understand!"

After saying that, he turned around and ran away.

Nan Yan then let out a long sigh, and asked someone to come and arrange things outside. After everything was ready, she turned around and walked into the old uncle's tent.

There was an indescribable smell in the tent.

Nan Yan frowned before she could barely make out the smell. It was a mixture of a strong medicinal smell, a thick smell of blood, and the earthy smell rising from the rain washing the soil.

It's a bit disgusting.

When she turned her head, she saw a simple bed made of several chairs on one side of the tent, with a few pieces of clothes on it as a mattress, and the old uncle, who looked pale and almost lifeless, was lying on it.

There was a large pool of blood on the ground.

He Yi was sitting beside the bed, while Zhu Feng was standing beside the bed, watching motionlessly as He Yi poured a bowl of turbid medicine of unknown origin into the old uncle's mouth.

However, he was unconscious and had no consciousness to swallow.

The medicine immediately flowed down the corners of his mouth.

"uncle!"

Nan Yan cried out softly and hurried forward, but was stopped by Zhu Feng who was standing beside the bed.

There was only a faint candlelight in the tent, which was flickering constantly, just like their uneasy mood. The flickering candlelight reflected on Zhu Feng's face, making his expression seem a little uncertain.

When he spoke, his deep voice was tinged with an imperceptible tremor.

"Don't move."

Nan Yan looked at him, then looked at the old uncle. When she was so close to him, she realized that the old uncle's face was pale gray, his lips were dark purple, and his lips seemed to be burned dry and cracked. The several bloody wounds looked a little shocking.

She asked anxiously, "What happened to my uncle?"

Of course Zhu Feng couldn't answer her.

He had just come in and saw this scene, and didn't even know the true condition of the old uncle.

Both of them stared at He Yi.

He Yi put the medicine bowl aside, then reached out and pressed the old uncle's stomach. Feeling that it was as hard as iron, he sighed deeply.

"well……"

Zhu Feng immediately asked, "What's wrong?"