Yuwen Sheng never answered Zheng Quchi.
Her heart was pounding, a mixture of nervousness and unfounded anxiety.
Suddenly, the carriage shook violently, and the horses in front neighed, seemingly startled. They kicked wildly, their necks snapping back, and without warning, they threw the driver, Fatty Huai, flying.
"Fatty!" Liao Taihe's expression changed drastically.
Hou Zhiyi, clinging to the side of the vehicle, saw that Fatty Huai's round body had been thrown to the ground. Seeing that enemy troops were closing in from behind, he hurriedly called out, "Fatty Huai!"
"Their arrow hit a horse in the neck, and the carriage is about to break down. We have no choice but to jump out!"
Bei Bei shouted at the top of his lungs. The carriage was swaying and moving very fast, and he couldn't keep his footing. He thought about jumping off, but he was afraid that he would break his neck.
Yuwen Sheng glanced sideways at their fearful and hesitant movements, then gathered his strength and swept his palm horizontally, instantly sending the three of them flying down.
At the same time, he hooked his arm around Zheng Quchi and leaped down. In mid-air, he shot a hidden weapon that hit one of the horses. Its front hooves scrambled upwards, its eyes rolled back and wide open, and it was sneezing with a trembling sound, clearly in excruciating pain.
Their bodies were like whirlwinds blown by a gale, rushing uncontrollably, without regard to left or right, like a raging storm.
These three horses were specially selected by Gongshu Jiruo to please Zheng Quchi. Their bloodlines were even better than those of ordinary military horses. When they were provoked and went berserk, their muscular bodies were filled with immeasurable power and explosive force, and they ran at an unimaginable speed.
The Julu and Hongsheng armies in front were still in defensive formation, but seeing this situation, they were tempted to retreat and dared not fight them head-on. They hurriedly avoided the storm. However, those who were a little slower were still hit by the tail of the storm, and were not only coughing up blood, but also had broken arms and legs and could not get up.
General Beitang of Hongsheng Kingdom roared, "We can't let it continue its rampage! Trample them and kill them! We can't let Yuwen Sheng have any chance to escape!"
"All troops, listen to my command! Form the 'Busuo Formation'!"
Immediately, a group of soldiers stepped forward, took out their crossbows, attached ropes to the arrows, and shot them at the carriage. Once the ropes successfully lassoed the limbs and necks of the three horses, dozens of soldiers pulled hard on the ropes together, trying to stop the horses.
However, they clearly underestimated the power of the dragon carriage. Dozens of people were dragged forward and fell down. Although this slowed down the carriage, it did not bring it to a complete stop.
"Bring more men!" General Beitang roared, beckoning.
"yes!"
Hong Shengguo's side added more than a dozen more people, and they finally managed to stop the Panlong carriage. But they were in a tough spot, their hands were bleeding from the effort of dealing with the three uncontrollable, mad horses.
At that moment, Yuwen Sheng appeared silently behind them like a ghost, and with a flash of death's scythe, he sliced across their throats.
He then severed all the restraints on the horses with his sword, and chose the strongest and uninjured one to mount.
While riding on horseback, he caught a glimpse of Fatty Huai and his companions out of the corner of his eye. Taking advantage of the moment, they secretly rolled to the edge of the grass and then plunged headfirst into the dense water plants of the wetland, thus escaping.
These four were of no value to Mo Ye, and they didn't even bother to chase after them after they escaped. Their main target was only Yuwen Sheng.
"Trying to escape? Let's see where you can run to!"
"Chase!"
Yuwen Sheng rode off alone with Zheng Quchi, pursued by a constant stream of soldiers.
Amidst the violent jolts, Zheng Quchi pulled open her clothes and poked her head out. The wind was biting her face, and she could barely open her eyes: "Yuwen Sheng, I see the ferry crossing!"
Ahead, the river water is clear and the grass is lush. There is a large camphor tree by the ferry crossing, and under the tree is a pavilion. From the pavilion, there is a long slope that gently descends to the river, which is the ferry crossing...
"Um."
“But there are no boats or people ahead…” she said in astonishment.
They arrived at the ferry crossing after going through countless hardships, but there was no boat or anyone to meet them.
Yuwen Sheng replied, "They're coming soon."
"What's coming soon?"
"Qu Chi, Mo Ye and Bei Tang Xian's men have caught up, so—"
Don't look back.
He suddenly reached out and pushed her with his palm, flipping her backward and moving in the opposite direction from the horse's rapid advance, before slowly landing on the ground.
Zheng Quchi's eyes widened, and he suddenly turned around to see Yuwen Sheng's appearance clearly.
He was covered in blood, like a broken flower, and his mangled body looked as if it had been torn apart by a wild beast... Could someone really survive such injuries?
And was he fighting those people with this tattered and broken body before?
Zheng Quchi's hair was disheveled by the wind, and her eyes were bloodshot: "Yuwen Sheng—"
"Let's go together, and you'll come back—"
Yuwen Sheng stood there looking at her. His blood-red eyes returned to a dark sea of light because of her, with mountains and stars flowing within them. He smiled slightly and said, "I promised you that I would send you back to Ye Kingdom, and I will keep my promise."
And what about you?
You'll take me home, but what about yourself?
Zheng Quchi lay on the horse's back, the distance between them growing ever greater. She watched helplessly as he was once again buried by the enemy. He cut off the pursuers, and with him as the boundary, no one could cross it.
Her eyes remained fixed on him until his figure became blurry, small, and finally disappeared. The horse charged downhill from the ferry crossing. Without reins and stirrups, it was difficult for a person to maintain their balance. Just as she was about to give up, the water burst open, and more than a dozen people flew out of the water and safely carried her off the horse's back.
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