Chapter 3312: Holding Something in Hand
He opened his mouth, crying out, "I'm going to fight you!"
After saying that, he reached out and tore Arslan's shoulders and arms hard.
But he had been tortured all day and had already exhausted his strength. Now that Arslan was strangling him, he even had difficulty breathing, and his fighting strength was not enough to shake the opponent.
Arslan pinched him with increasing strength, even lifting him higher and higher, as if he were a trophy held high for everyone to see.
Soon, the soldiers fighting on the battlefield saw this scene.
The soldiers of Yan State were immediately stunned.
Many of them had heard that King Han Zhu Chengjun had disappeared before the war, but it was not something they could do. They just focused on fighting the enemy on the battlefield. However, they did not expect to see King Han suddenly appear now, and in the hands of the enemy.
Their hearts trembled, and their hands immediately lost a third of their strength.
The soldiers of the Neng Kingdom were still in shock when they saw this scene. They didn't know why the King of Nanli brought a child he had captured today to the battlefield. When they were wondering, Wulihan had already encouraged his men to shout -
"This is the prince of Yan Country!"
"The prince of Yan Country has fallen into our hands!"
"Make your emperor surrender, or we'll tear him into pieces!"
Upon hearing this, the soldiers were so ecstatic that they almost flew to heaven.
They fought for the entire night and were completely exhausted. They almost believed they were going to lose today, but they didn't expect such a big change to happen suddenly. The prince of Yan State was in their hands. Would the emperor of Yan State still dare to fight them?
If we don't counterattack at this time, what are we waiting for?
Wulihan moved quickly. When everyone on the battlefield was stunned for a moment, he immediately raised his blood-stained sword and rushed into the battlefield again, shouting: "Their prince is in our hands. They dare not touch him. Kill him!"
This sound was not only meant for the soldiers of the Neng State, but also for the soldiers of the Yan State.
Even though some of them had not yet recognized His Royal Highness the Prince of Han, they were all frightened when they saw a young child being brought to the battlefield by the enemy and hung in front of them as if he were being executed. When they heard that it was the prince, they naturally became even more hesitant. Everyone knew that His Royal Highness the Prince of Han was the Emperor's most beloved youngest son. If they moved around and angered the enemy and really killed the Prince of Han, the Emperor would not only hold them accountable, but even if they had ten heads, they would not be enough to chop off.
In this way, they really didn't dare to move.
Immediately, the murderous aura that had been overwhelming the Yan soldiers disappeared.
Momentum on the battlefield was sometimes even more important than numbers and tactics. As soon as one side's momentum weakened, the other side's arrogance immediately flared up. Especially since they had heard that the enemy's most important prince was in their hands, it was inevitable that they would seize the opportunity to attack. The soldiers of the Neng Kingdom were all galvanized, each one of them seeming to come alive, brandishing their swords and charging back with all their might.
“Kill!”
Once the morale of the Yan soldiers weakened, they naturally did not dare to confront the enemy head-on, nor could they stay on the battlefield to be beaten, so they could only retreat.
This retreat caused the momentum to plummet.
Soon, the position of their previous attack was completely reversed. Led by Ulihan, the soldiers of the Neng State charged all the way and knocked down all the soldiers of the Yan State at the front of the battle formation. As a result, the soldiers of the Yan State behind were even more terrified. Not to mention saving people, they couldn't even fight back.
At this moment, a shocking roar suddenly erupted from the end of the battle formation!
Nan Yan turned around and saw that it was Zhu Feng who suddenly spurred his horse and rushed directly towards the battle formation.
"emperor!"
This time, she reacted quickly. Originally, Zhu Feng would never really ignore his son, but he wanted to see Arslan's bottom line; but he didn't expect that Arslan had really torn his face off and actually attacked a child on the battlefield. He couldn't just sit there and wait to die, and with their morale low, if this continued, not only would the child not be saved, but if they lost the battle, even their safety would be in jeopardy. So at this time, Zhu Feng had to do it himself!
But, how can this be possible?!
No matter how much Nan Yan cares about her children, she is not stupid. Catching Zhu Chengjun is one thing, but Zhu Feng, as the emperor, rushing into an army alone is another matter!
If anything happens to him, not to mention whether Zhu Chengjun can be rescued, the sky of the entire Yan Kingdom will collapse!
"Your Majesty, don't!"
She screamed and even reached out to grab Zhu Feng.
But the warhorse Zhu Feng was riding was also a Ferghana horse. Once it started galloping, it was like an arrow shot from a bow. Nan Yan's hand only had time to touch his sleeve in the air, and she felt a pain in her fingertips. The sleeve was blown by the wind, and Zhu Feng had already rushed into the battle circle.
When Ulihan and his men saw this, they were extremely surprised.
This is the moment I've been waiting for.
Arslan brought Zhu Chengjun to the battlefield in order to intimidate the Yan Kingdom Emperor and undermine their morale, but unexpectedly, the Yan Kingdom Emperor actually joined the battle in person. This was better than undermining morale. If he could kill the emperor in one fell swoop -
This is simply God helping them!
Thinking of this, Wulihan's original calmness and self-control disappeared without a trace. At this moment, he was filled with ecstasy brought by the rush of blood. He immediately called his soldiers and pointed at Zhu Feng in front of him: "Charge!"
Nan Yan was so frightened when she saw this scene that she shouted loudly, "Your Majesty!"
However, her voice was completely drowned out by the roars on the battlefield. Zhu Feng seemed to have heard nothing. He rode his horse like a flash of lightning and rushed directly into the battle circle of the soldiers of the Dian Kingdom before the people around him could react. He rushed forward as if he had torn the entire battlefield apart.
Soon, he and Ulihan will be at loggerheads.
However, he didn't even have a weapon in his hand.
Wulihan saw this and rushed to the front, with the long sword in his hand flashing with a bright cold light, pointing directly at Zhu Feng's chest.
Chen Zixiao on the other side also saw this scene, but he was too far away. Even if he wanted to rush over to protect the emperor, it was too late. He suddenly raised his hand and shouted to Zhu Feng: "Your Majesty!"
He threw the long spear in his hand with force.
The long spear turned into a flash of lightning in the air, pointing directly at Zhu Feng. Zhu Feng took the lead, without even raising his head. He just raised his hand and caught the heavy, whistling long spear steadily in his hand.
Wulihan was stunned——
Oh no!
However, before he could react, the war horses on both sides had already rushed together, and the long spear in Zhu Feng's hand pierced heavily into his chest, while Zhu Feng himself just turned sideways, and Ulihan's long sword slid past his chest.
Then, Ulihan himself was pushed up by the long spear.
"ah!"
He screamed miserably, and blood gushed out, directly splashing on the heads of the soldiers who rushed up with him. These people were stunned by Zhu Feng's devilish figure. They originally wanted to surround and kill him, but at this moment their hands and feet became weak, and one of them even fell off his horse.
Zhu Feng brandished his long spear like throwing dumplings into a pot, and instantly knocked over several generals.
At this moment, the Yan soldiers were also stunned.
No one expected that the emperor would personally go into the battlefield!
Of course, they had long heard of the emperor's heroic deeds in the past. It was under his defense that Peking remained stable for so many years, preventing the soldiers of the Neng Kingdom from looting in the south. Even if no one had seen his image in the army, everyone had heard of it, and it was like a god descending to earth.
Now, seeing him riding away and charging into the battle circle like a flash of lightning, everyone was amazed, and an inexplicable power surged in their hearts.
Even the emperor dared to enter the battlefield and kill the enemy like this, so what were they afraid of?
His Majesty the Emperor is the Son of Heaven and has the protection of heaven. If you follow him, why should you worry about not being able to defeat the enemy?
Thinking of this, the Yan soldiers who had been retreating step by step regained their spirits. Some of those who were closer rushed directly behind the emperor, protecting him while following him to rush towards Arslan.
At this moment, Arslan was also shocked.
He really wanted to use Zhu Chengjun to provoke Zhu Feng. Of course, he also knew Zhu Feng's skills. The two had fought more than once in the past, and he had never gotten the upper hand from Zhu Feng. But what he didn't expect was that after being emperor for so many years, Zhu Feng could still be so brave and not afraid to go into battle and kill the enemy.
Seeing him throw away the long spear with Ulihan's body stuck in it and lead the army behind him to charge, Arslan was a little confused.
But then, a sinister smile appeared on his face again.
This is what he wants.
Using Zhu Feng's son made him furious and he rushed over without thinking. With so many people here, are you afraid that you can't deal with him?
Thinking of this, he was about to laugh out loud.
At this moment, Zhu Chengjun, who was hanging in the air and almost suffocated, barely turned his head and saw his father rushing towards him. He was surprised and happy, but when he saw the grim smile on Arslan's face, he immediately understood.
We can't let his trick succeed!
Thinking of this, a light bulb suddenly lit up in his head. He struggled again with his hands and feet, tearing his shoulders and arms hard.
Arslan had been beaten by him once before. The child's strength was like an ant trying to shake a tree to him. He didn't even try to dodge. He just sneered, picked up Zhu Chengjun, and shook him twice towards Zhu Feng.
At this moment, Zhu Chengjun suddenly punched him hard in the chest.
Naturally, his little bit of strength is of no use.
Arslan was about to laugh, but suddenly, he felt a chill piercing deep into his heart and then into his bones. His whole body trembled and his expression suddenly changed. He looked down at the small fist of Zhu Chengjun that was still pressing on his chest.
It seemed like Zhu Chengjun was holding something in his hand.
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