"Wolf! Wolf!"
Before they knew it, the wolf pack had launched an attack. The alpha wolf was huge and took advantage of a cavalryman's momentary lapse in attention. It suddenly leaped out of the roadside bushes, bit the soldier on the back of the neck, and knocked him off his horse!
As the wolf pack launched its attack, barbarian soldiers, who were already prepared for close combat, also rode in on horseback.
Inside the carriage, Prince Qing was drenched in sweat. He shouted urgently, "Be careful! Don't let them break in!"
Before he could speak, the soldiers outside had already begun fighting the barbarians.
Although this was a hasty escape, these soldiers were all elite troops and generals. They were quite brave at this moment, and when faced with the barbarian soldiers who were attacking, they drew their swords and slashed!
The barbarian soldiers were all tall and strong, with bulging muscles in their arms. Just looking at their physiques, almost every one of them was half a head taller than the soldiers. Now, in the midst of real fighting, the barbarian soldiers became even more ferocious.
With a "clang!" sound.
Yan Cheng, who was leading the charge, had eyes like torches. He swung his sword at the soldier charging towards him. Unlike ordinary soldiers who wield halberds, the soldier was also holding a sword. The two swords clashed heavily together, and the soldier's whole body trembled. He felt a tingling sensation in his arm.
Yan Cheng remained silent, then with a swift, lightning-fast sweep of his blade, he turned and slashed diagonally.
With a "whoosh," several of Gan Bing's hands, which were holding the knife, were severed. He screamed and hurriedly pulled his hand back, but Yan Cheng was unfazed and slashed out with his knife in the blink of an eye.
With a clanging sound.
As Gan Bing's knife fell to the ground, his head was already severed by Yan Cheng's blade!
But in the blink of an eye, a dagger shot from the side. Yan Cheng immediately ducked and lay on his horse. The dagger struck a barbarian soldier behind him, and a muffled groan was heard, followed by the sound of him falling off his horse.
The Thousand Machine Battalion, formerly under the command of Jin Jiande, was skilled in various assassination methods and its weapons were all exquisite. Now, after this exchange, Yan Cheng knew that the enemy was not weak and that it would be difficult to defeat them without inflicting some casualties.
They had come to track them down by chance, and the wolf pack had discovered their tracks, which is why they had hastily gathered some troops to pursue them. Therefore, their forces were not many, but the situation was urgent, and they had to keep these people here tonight no matter what.
Whether they live or die is irrelevant; their heads must be cut off and sent to Nanze as quickly as possible, as this is the chieftain's important instruction.
But since the enemy is composed of elite troops, there must be an important person in this convoy.
There's a strong possibility that Emperor Jin Fengluan of the Great Gan Dynasty is in this caravan!
It was she who issued the decree that allowed the Man tribe to send troops to Beiliang with great rewards, but that journey was a one-way trip. Hundreds of thousands of tribesmen died in Yanluo Mountain, and none of them returned.
While the Yan army, which brought about this disastrous outcome, is certainly infuriating, as the clan chief said, it is an inevitable trend, a surging tide, and those who follow will prosper while those who resist will perish. From now on, the barbarians should identify themselves as people of the Yan Kingdom, with the nation above and the clan below. Only in this way can people survive.
The consequences have already been borne, but what about the cause? As the instigators in the beginning, the Jin family should be made to pay the price!
Heaven has eyes! It made me run into these people!
So, if Jin Fengluan is in the caravan, she should be killed with a single blow!
Yan Cheng sprang to his feet, his tiger-like eyes blazing with boundless fury, and with a single stroke, he cut down the cavalryman charging towards him!
At that moment, the enemy soldiers behind him threw daggers again. Caught off guard, Yan Cheng was hit in the right abdomen by a dagger, but he did not change his expression and pulled out the dagger and threw it away!
With a loud "bang!"
Prince Qing shuddered, his heart leaping into his throat: "Can't we fight our way out?"
The soldier beside the carriage pulled out a dagger embedded in the carriage and said in a deep voice, "It's difficult, Your Highness."
"The barbarian soldiers are fierce and fearless, and they are surrounded by wolves. Tonight, it will be as difficult as climbing to heaven to take the caravan away."
"But if Your Highness wishes to leave, I can protect you as you depart." The soldier's expression was grave, his eyes darting left and right, his hand gripping his dagger tightly, as if searching for someone to kill.
Upon hearing this, Prince Qing's face turned completely pale.
It wouldn't matter if we abandoned all the remaining troops, but the contents of this caravan were of utmost importance. Without this gold and silver, would we be going to Tu Yuan Kingdom empty-handed?!
"Could you send someone to cover the retreat and allow a portion of the group to escape?!" Prince Qing pressed, unwilling to give up.
"No, if we're any later, the barbarian reinforcements will arrive, and even the prince might not be able to escape." The soldiers were still searching for their target, but in the chaotic battle, the barbarian general who had been wielding the sword earlier had vanished without a trace.
As soon as he finished speaking, the carriage curtain was suddenly lifted, and Prince Qing carefully stepped out.
"Xiao Yiming, you must protect me!"
"It's all up to you."
Prince Qing looked at the soldier in front of him. This was the most capable man in the Thousand Machine Battalion, and also his confidant.
In the previous battle at Yanluo Mountain, hundreds of thousands of people died, but he managed to bring his son out. If it were anyone else, they would never have been able to do such a thing.
Seeing the somber expression on Prince Qing's face, Xiao Yiming nodded, pulled over a warhorse, and said:
"Your Highness, please mount your horse."
"I will definitely be able to get you away from here."
Prince Qing mounted his horse, and Xiao Yiming sheathed his dagger before shouting, "Protect the Prince and leave!"
With a loud shout, the soldiers began to gather, and Xiao Yiming led Prince Qing away at breakneck speed.
But at that moment, a thunderous shout suddenly rang out:
"Don't run!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a series of screams rang out, and three cavalrymen who were providing cover fell from their horses.
A burly, bald barbarian general, wielding a spiked club, charged fiercely towards them. His face was ferocious, with a centipede-like scar running down his left cheek, and his imposing presence was terrifying.
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