Chapter 3309: Seeking Help
"ah--!"
Bayin cried out in pain, knowing that he might not be able to survive today. He simply grabbed the long spear that was deeply embedded in his body with one hand, restrained Chen Zixiao so that he could not move, and then rushed forward with all his might.
Chen Zixiao tried desperately to pull out the long spear, but at this time he couldn't move the opponent at all. He was even forced to retreat by Bayin. Bayin waved the long sword in one hand and slashed around, killing several Yan soldiers in an instant!
At this moment, although Chen Zixiao was shocked and angry, a bit of inappropriate emotion emerged in his heart.
This is indeed a fierce general.
Unfortunately, it’s the enemy!
Thinking of this, he retreated dozens of steps and knocked over a dozen soldiers behind him. Then he suddenly stepped back with one leg. He heard a cracking sound from his knee and a pit was stepped out on the ground, which supported his body!
Bayin roared and continued to move forward. The long spear pierced through his shoulder. As he was getting closer and closer to Chen Zixiao, the long sword had already swung to Chen Zixiao's head.
The long spear in Chen Zixiao's hand was locked in Bayin's body, and he was left unarmed.
His heart sank.
Just when the blade was about to cut his head, a cold light suddenly flashed before his eyes, and then Bayin's head suddenly flew up, and a stream of hot blood splashed on Chen Zixiao's face.
He opened his eyes wide and looked at Bayin's broken neck in disbelief, blood still gushing out.
Standing behind Bayin was Fang Buyuan, who swung the fatal knife.
He was also covered in cold sweat, his eyes stained red with blood and a hint of panic in them. He stared into Chen Zixiao's eyes: "Master Chen, are you okay?"
“…”
Chen Zixiao was frozen for a long while, until he saw Bayin's burly headless body slowly sliding down, then he breathed a sigh of relief.
"I'm fine."
After saying that, he exerted force with his hand and pulled back the long spear that had pierced Bayin's body. At this time, the spear was already stained with blood, so red that it was almost black, and it felt hot and slippery in his hand.
That night, so much blood had been shed that it almost seeped into the inside of the weapon.
Even the wind, which grew stronger with the lightning and thunder, could not blow away the strong smell of blood that lingered around them.
The whistling wind also caused the torches in the hands of a group of people who had just arrived in the distance to flicker and almost go out.
Arslan was also a little surprised on horseback.
He had been stationed in Baihu City for many years after leaving Kulun City. He was familiar with the terrain and weather here. It looked like there would be a heavy rain tonight, but the rain came a little too strangely, and the uneasiness that had been brewing in his heart since the beginning of the battle was intensified.
At this moment, Wulihan saw him and immediately rode up to him: "Your Majesty!"
Arslan immediately gathered his spirits and asked, "How is it?"
Wulihan's face and body were covered in blood, and it was unclear how much of it was from the enemy and how much was his own. He let out a long breath and said, "General Bayin was killed by the combined efforts of the enemy's two generals."
"What?!"
When Arslan heard this, his heart sank.
Bayin was the most powerful warrior in the Neng Kingdom, second only to Temur, and held great honor in the army. How could he be killed?!
This was indeed a huge blow to morale. No wonder when I just came here, I saw that although their army had not been defeated, the situation was almost like a retreat.
Wulihan gasped and said, "My king, the situation is not good."
The situation is certainly not good.
The general was killed in the battle, which was the most damaging thing for the morale of the army. No wonder when they just came here, they saw that not only was their battle formation completely broken, but they were also forced to retreat a long distance by the Yan soldiers.
If it weren't for Ulihan's support, I'm afraid we would have been defeated.
But now, even if it was not a rout, the situation was not much better. The battle had lasted for four or five hours, and people's physical and mental strength were limited. At this time, some soldiers had already shown signs of fatigue and even began to retreat unconsciously.
This is a sign that the army is about to be defeated.
Speaking of which, this was more than the first or second time that he had fought with the defenders of Handongwei in this northwestern land. There had been wins and losses, which was common in the military. In addition, after he got in touch with the people of the Eastern Chaga tribe, with this group of people looting everywhere, he could sit back and reap the benefits in Baihu City. In this case, winning or losing in the military was even more of a trivial matter.
But this time, it was not.
He mobilized all the troops in Baihu City. Firstly, he wanted to avenge his old grudges. Secondly, he wanted to establish his dominance in the northwest with one battle and completely demoralize the Yan Kingdom. Thirdly, he wanted to take over the Silk Road and the huge benefits it brought.
These reasons led him to launch a war of unprecedented scale.
However, he also knew very well what would happen if he lost.
If he loses this battle, and is defeated miserably, then the control of the entire northwest will be firmly in the hands of the Yan people. It is even possible that his military strength will be depleted, which will bring about greater disasters.
He knew that while they were preparing for war, the troops from Kulun City had already arrived not far from here.
Monk is also waiting for their results.
So, he must not lose!
Thinking of this, a red light flashed in Arslan's eyes, which reflected the flash of lightning in the thick and dark clouds above his head, revealing a bloodthirsty aura.
He suddenly said, "Bring the people up!"
Su He behind him said: "Yes!"
Soon, Su He came over carrying a small figure. It was the child named "Wen Bieyu" who had been captured by them before. He kept struggling and yelling, "Let me go, you bastards! How dare you touch me! Let me go!"
Wulihan frowned: "Your Majesty, this——"
Why bring this child here at this time?
Arslan looked back with red eyes, then sneered: "Your prince of Yan country, don't you want to return to your father and your mother? Look, they are right there -"
After saying that, he pointed.
When Wulihan heard the words "Prince of Yan State", his heart skipped a beat.
I immediately understood why Arslan brought this child here.
Zhu Chengjun was struggling all the way, and when he heard these words, he was also startled and quickly looked up and forward.
However, all he saw was a battlefield filled with blood. It was the first time the child had seen such a tragic scene, and his face turned pale instantly.
"Are you scared?"
Arslan sneered, "If you're afraid, why don't you ask your father for help?"
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