Rong Zhen protected Lu Zheng and coldly confronted Han Zhu and others. He thought Ye Wenguan would betray them, but he didn't expect Han Zhu to come so quickly. At this point, he could only find a way to stop Han Zhu and protect Lu Zheng from leaving.

Han Zhu sneered: "Your Highness, King Chu, you'd better surrender obediently. If so, I can at least spare the life of the young master beside you."

Rong Zhen noticed that Lu Zheng moved, and quickly held his hand and covered him behind himself.

"This matter has nothing to do with him. If you let him go, I will naturally let you deal with me."

After saying this, Rong Zhen pushed Lu Zheng towards the horse. When they came, they rode two horses. Rong Zhen's horse was shot dead by Han Zhu, leaving only the horse that Lu Zheng had ridden before. Rong Zhen lifted Lu Zheng onto the horse without any objection, and stopped his objection: "Be good, don't be willful!"

Lu Zheng gritted his teeth, but refused to let go of his hand.

Han Zhu watched them say goodbye with cold eyes, but he was not worried that Rong Zhen would escape. His troops had already surrounded the way back, and would never let Rong Zhen escape again. Han Zhu knew Lu Zheng's identity. In fact, the King of Wei seemed to have Yanjing in his hands, but this was only temporary. He wanted the submission of all the ministers. He wanted to ascend to that position, so he naturally didn't want to offend some important ministers too badly. Whether it was the Duke of Ying or Lu Zheng's two elder brothers, they all had a certain status among the civil and military officials. If it was not necessary, Han Zhu didn't want to hurt Lu Zheng and confront them. So when Rong Zhen asked him to let Lu Zheng go, he didn't refuse. Rong Zhen

pried Lu Zheng's hand apart, smiled slightly, and then patted the horse's buttocks hard. The horse immediately carried Lu Zheng and ran wildly towards the road that Han Zhu and others had made way for.

After Lu Zheng's figure had disappeared in the mountains, Rong Zhen looked at Han Zhu. Although he was now a prisoner, he did not show despair or anger as Han Zhu had expected. Instead, he was as cold and calm as usual.

Han Zhu felt a little uncomfortable and couldn't help but step forward: "Your Highness the King of Chu, if you have any last words, you can say them now."

"I have only one doubt."

"Speak." "I

have almost no intersection with the King of Wei, but you have been secretly killing me. What is the reason?"

Han Zhu replied in a cold voice: "Your Highness the King of Chu will naturally understand these things after he goes to the underworld."

Unexpectedly, after hearing his words, Rong Zhen smiled slightly: "I know." As soon as he finished speaking, the sharp blade in his hand stretched forward and went straight into Han Zhu's heart. He had not thought of taking Han Zhu as a hostage. He understood from Han Zhu's words that the King of Wei had reasons to kill him. According to Han Zhu's loyalty to the King of Wei, he would certainly sacrifice himself to fulfill the King of Wei's wish, so it would be useless to take him as a hostage. Therefore, Rong Zhen did not hold back at all and killed him from the beginning. Han

Zhu was not at all flustered in the face of the killing move. He turned his body to the side, and the short knife in his hand had already blocked the dagger in Rong Zhen's hand. He made a claw with his other hand and grabbed Rong Zhen's neck directly. Rong Zhen missed the attack, but slid to the side with the force of the attack, and the blade turned over, still heading for Han Zhu's heart.

The two exchanged several moves in a very short time, and then separated like water birds flying over the water. At this time, Han Zhu had two wounds on his arm, and so did Rong Zhen. Han Zhu wiped the blood from his mouth and curled his lips: "It feels good!"

Rong Zhen didn't say anything, and the blood from the wound dripped down his arm onto the ground. Behind him was a chaotic gunpowder depot, but Han Zhu seemed to have seen nothing and just stared at Rong Zhen.

Han Zhu has always been proud of his martial arts, and he never thought that Rong Zhen, as a prince, could be on par with him. Although he was happy to see the prey, he never forgot his duty. He took out the musket from his waist, pointed it at Rong Zhen, and said with a little regret: "Although I still want to fight with His Royal Highness the King of Chu again, I'm afraid there will be no such opportunity."

When Rong Zhen saw the musket, his pupils shrank. When he was in the Northern Frontier, he had dealt with this kind of weapon. Although he was caught off guard at first and experienced its power, he soon discovered its weakness, which was that it was too slow. Once they lost the opportunity to win by surprise, they would be destroyed by a single round of heavy cavalry attack. However, this was just a fire gun in the hands of the Jie people, and the King of Wei must have a better one.

He was not surprised when Han Zhu took out the fire gun, but he did not expect that this thing would become so small compared to the heavy fire gun used by the Jie people before. Looking at Han Zhu's expression, he was not worried about the slow speed of this thing at all, which made Rong Zhen feel depressed and fortunate. If they had not destroyed the King of Wei's gunpowder depot, the Northern Frontier Army would have been wiped out by this weapon.

Just as Han Zhu opened fire, he suddenly heard the neighing of horses and the sound of breaking through the air behind him. He did not care about firing and quickly rolled to the side.

Nie Zhishu rode his horse and rushed over. When he passed Rong Zhen, he pulled Rong Zhen up and quickly pulled the reins of the horse, forcing the horse to rush in the opposite direction.

The people Han Zhu brought were all death warriors. Seeing that the two men were about to break out of the encirclement, they did not care about their own lives and rushed over with weapons in hand to kill the two men and the horse.

Rong Zhen frowned, and threw the dagger in his hand with force. The blade directly cut through one person's neck, and blood gushed out immediately. The man fell down without a word before he could say anything, but the dagger continued to move forward and directly stabbed into the chest of another person. With the death of these two people, a huge crack appeared in the encirclement.

Nie Zhishu cooperated with him tacitly. Almost at the same time that Rong Zhen threw the dagger, he pulled the reins hard. The horse neighed, raised its front hooves high, and directly jumped over the two corpses and ran down the mountain.

But before the two of them could breathe a sigh of relief, Rong Zhen suddenly heard a sound of breaking air from behind him, and then Nie Zhishu leaned forward suddenly.

"Zhishu!"

Nie Zhishu gritted his teeth, slapped the saddle hard, and flew into the air, rolling off the horse. He held the long sword in his hand and blocked the pursuers.

"You're looking for death!" Han Zhu's eyes flashed with anger, and he fired two bullets from the musket in his hand, both of which hit Nie Zhishu's vital points. If it were an ordinary person, he would have fallen down at this time, but Nie Zhishu relied on his strong willpower to stop the pursuers.

Han Zhu was stopped again and again in the process of chasing Rong Zhen, which made his already bad temper worse. With a flash of cold light in his hand, he directly pointed the dagger at Nie Zhishu's neck. Nie Zhishu was already seriously injured, and he was subdued by Han Zhu after blocking only a few of his attacks. Han Zhu swung the dagger forward, and hot blood splashed all over his face.

Han Zhu threw Nie Zhishu's body aside, mounted his horse and was about to chase Rong Zhen.

At the same time, Rong Zhen saw Lu Zheng coming back. He frowned, but saw Lu Zheng turning his horse around very unskillfully and beckoning him to run forward. Rong Zhen knew that time was running out, and Nie Zhishu was afraid that he could not buy him more time, so he could only run in the direction of Lu Zheng.

They could already hear the sounds of pursuers behind them, and he even heard two gunshots, but they were too far away for him to dodge.

Lu Zheng's horsemanship was not good, especially on such a rugged mountain road. Rong Zhen urged his horse to catch up with him, but he saw him hurriedly turn his body, and the fire starter in his hand flashed, and threw it behind the two of them. However, the spark flashed in the air, but fell directly to the ground.

When the spark flashed, Rong Zhen had already seen a slightly reflective trace not far from where the fire starter landed. He had already understood Lu Zheng's intention. He didn't want to waste any more time, so he took out the last fire starter from his body and threw it directly to the reflective place.

"Boom!" With a sound, a line of fire instantly separated them from the pursuers. Although this line of fire only temporarily blocked the pursuers, it was enough for them.

Lu Zheng knew that he had no kung fu, and even if he stayed there, he would only be a burden to Rong Zhen, so when Rong Zhen sent him away, he did not pretentiously say that he would stay and die with him. Lu Zheng always wanted to survive, and the two of them survived together.

When they made simple bombs before, only the second one was successful, so there was still some oil left. Lu Zheng poured the oil on the only way down the mountain, and deliberately chose a narrower road. Then he rode back to find Rong Zhen. He had thought it through clearly. If Rong Zhen died, he would die with him. If Rong Zhen didn't die, he must bring him out alive.

Han Zhu's horse was startled by the sudden fire and leaned back. Fortunately, Han Zhu jumped off the horse in time, otherwise he would have been thrown out by the frightened horse.

Han Zhu rolled on the ground, but he did not care about his injuries. Instead, he took out his musket and fired several shots at Rong Zhen's back. However, the fire was in the middle and these shots did not hit Rong Zhen.

Han Zhu's face suddenly turned very ugly. His men were divided into two groups. One group went to put out the fire, and the other group calmed Han Zhu's frightened horse. One of his men led the horse to Han Zhu and asked solemnly: "Commander, what should we do next?"

Han Zhu narrowed his eyes slightly, but suddenly pulled out his gun and shot his horse twice. The horse neighed in pain and fell down.

After doing this, Han Zhu said coldly: "Follow him, no matter what, we must kill him!"

"Yes."

Looking at the figure that had disappeared in the mountains, Han Zhu suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart.