It is claimed that the Tiele warriors possessed extremely high combat strength, far surpassing that of ordinary Northern Di soldiers.

But the key point is that even ordinary Northern Di soldiers are taller and more imposing than Sang Chao people!

Gu Yuzhi was willing to fight against other Northern Di people, relying on his golden silk armor and agile figure. But against this man who threatened to cut off his neck at the slightest provocation, he had no chance of winning.

The curved blade slashed across, almost grazing the skin of Gu Yuzhi's neck, severing countless strands of his hair.

Before he could react, Mr. Huo shoved him away, his spear weaving around the scimitar and forcefully turning the scimitar in a different direction.

The call for Tiele's practical experience was obviously very rich, or rather, he had done a lot of sparring with Mr. Huo. He skillfully let go, took the hilt of the knife with his left hand, flipped it over and drew the knife out, and kicked the spear directly out with his toes.

Gu Yuzhi's pupils constricted, completely unexpected that this Northern Di person would be so skilled.

In just a short while, Mr. Huo and Hu Qu Tiele had exchanged more than a dozen moves.

The call to Tiele was as if he were toying with someone: "Huo Qiyuan, I thought that you had come to our base camp and were still as powerful as ever, but I didn't expect you to be so embarrassed after just a few of my moves!"

He chuckled, but his eyes were fixed on Gu Yuzhi out of the corner of his eye.

The wind and snow outside had gradually subsided, and screams echoed from one place to another, but inside the main tent, it was much quieter.

Huo Qiyuan pointed to the hideous scar on his face and said, "Huo Qiyuan, do you remember this scar? It was this scar that almost cost me my life back then!"

How could I not remember!

He called the Tiele people to be the first warrior of the Northern Di, whose scimitar had reaped the blood of countless Sangchao warriors.

When Mr. Huo was in his prime, he only managed to injure the man's face. Now that he is older and has not trained for many years, he is naturally no match for him.

But why didn't Alentel call on the Tiele to go with him when attacking the whole state?

Mr. Huo's mind raced, and he instantly understood why he had urged the Tiele to guard the entrance to the inner tent.

Alentel's only son is definitely inside!

He gave Gu Yuzhi a wink, and Gu Yuzhi nodded imperceptibly.

Huo Qiyuan then raised his spear, slightly relieving the numbness in his hand. His expression remained unchanged as he coldly said, "I am different from you. I have killed too many Northern Di people, so naturally I cannot remember the scars on the face of an insignificant person."

These words were truly hurtful. Hurry up and Tiele's expression changed drastically. He no longer paid attention to Gu Yuzhi, but squinted at Mr. Huo, sneering, "Very well! You have a lot of courage!"

As soon as the word "courage" was uttered, the scimitar came slashing down, even emitting a clanging sound.

Mr. Huo did not confront them directly. Instead, he took a few steps back and urged Tiele to leave the vicinity of the inner tent curtain.

Meanwhile, of the remaining four guards, two helped Mr. Huo desperately hold off Hu Tiele, while the other two rushed in with Gu Yuzhi.

Alentel's youngest son was indeed in the tent.

He was shivering as he hugged the heavy tiger skin.

Unlike Gu Yuzhi, this child, despite living in the resource-poor Northern Di, truly grew up with a silver spoon in his mouth.

In addition, the Northern Di had never invaded the Sang Dynasty in recent years, so the child had never experienced a war. When he heard the sounds of fighting and the roars of wild beasts, he trembled all over. He even had to use all his strength to sit, let alone stand.

When he saw Gu Yuzhi's blood-stained longsword, his pupils dilated, and he almost fainted on the spot. With tears in his eyes, he shouted in the Northern Di language, appealing to the Tiele for help.

Outside, Tiele was practically beating Huo Qiyuan and the other two, and they were having a great time when they heard the little prince's cries for help. He suddenly realized what he had been guarding here for.

If something really happens to the little prince, the Khan will skin him alive when he returns!

He stopped fighting, kicked one of the men aside and turned to run, but unexpectedly Mr. Huo threw his spear straight forward, about to pierce his back. He had no choice but to turn around and parry with his scimitar.

Mr. Huo seemed to have anticipated this move. He flipped forward, caught the spear, and thrust it forward. The whole movement was smooth and fluid, without the slightest hesitation. The group was once again locked in battle.

Upon hearing the sound of weapons clashing, Gu Yuzhi, who was inside the room, instantly snapped out of his daze and stepped forward without thinking. He grabbed his longsword, ready to fight, but the guard seemed to sense his reluctance and stepped forward first.

No one expected that the seemingly harmless child, who was so frightened from the beginning that he couldn't move, would actually pull out a weapon from the tiger skin at the crucial moment and, when the guard was completely unprepared, swiftly sever the guard's entire arm.

The guard retreated instantly, clutching his bleeding wound, his face deathly pale, his lips trembling as he spoke: "Your Highness, thank goodness it wasn't you!"

He winked at the other man, and once that man got into the fight, he pushed Gu Yuzhi towards the door, saying, "Your Highness, while we're still dealing with Mr. Huo and his men, you should go first!"

"With Xueye here, you will surely be able to return safely to the northern desert!"

This was something they had discussed before they set off.

Regardless of whether they could kill Alente's only son, they had to ensure the young prince's safe return to the northern desert.

What Mr. Huo didn't tell the young prince was that he had discovered during the day when he was scouting the Northern Di's main camp that the heads of more than a dozen of their fallen brothers had all been cut off and hung outside the gate of their tent.

They appealed to the Tiele to let them know that they could not return, but they would never allow His Highness's body to be desecrated in this way!

The guard shoved Gu Yuzhi toward the door, but Gu Yuzhi suddenly grabbed him, pressed a few acupoints on his body with his other hand, and tried to find the wound medicine with trembling hands. Unexpectedly, the guard suddenly pushed him away, and an arrow shot into the guard's chest, piercing through his entire body.

Gu Yuzhi was so shocked that his pupils almost popped out. He opened and closed his mouth for a long time but couldn't utter a word. He frantically tried to help the guard up, but the guard's body still fell heavily to the ground.

Tears streamed down his face, but his hands never stopped moving. He quickly pulled out his small bow from behind his back and fired two arrows in quick succession.

The first arrow collided with the young prince's arrow, and the second arrow pierced straight into his forehead before the young prince could even grab it.

Before the fear on the young prince's face had faded, he fell straight down.

Gu Yuzhi disregarded everything else, grabbed the body of the guard, and was about to rush out.

The next instant, the inner tent door was flung open from the outside, and a huge curved blade, carrying murderous power, charged straight at them, slicing horizontally.

This time, Gu Yuzhi had no way to avoid it...