"Don't worry about me, keep fighting!" the prince roared, his eyes bloodshot, his voice hoarse yet full of power. He brandished his sword, the blade flashing through the air as if he wanted to wipe out all the enemies before him.
Just then, a familiar figure appeared before him. It was General Zhang, the vanguard general of Prince Ning. General Zhang rode a tall and mighty black warhorse, its muscles taut, its hooves pounding the ground powerfully, and hot breath billowing from its nostrils. General Zhang held a long spear, its shaft entirely silver-white, the tip gleaming with a cold, icy light. He wore black armor, which reflected a dark luster in the sunlight, making him appear imposing and awe-inspiring.
"Your Highness, surrender! You have no chance of winning!" General Zhang sneered, his eyes filled with contempt and disdain. His voice was as cold as ice, sending chills down one's spine.
The Crown Prince sneered, "That traitor Prince Ning, even if I die, I will never surrender!" His eyes were firm and resolute, as if burning with a raging flame. His clothes were already stained red with blood, but he still stood tall and did not back down.
"Then don't blame me for being impolite!" General Zhang raised his spear and thrust it towards the Crown Prince. The spear, like a silver dragon, hurtled towards the Crown Prince with a whistling sound.
The prince parried with his sword, and the two weapons clashed, producing a piercing metallic clang. Sparks flew like fireworks in the night sky. The prince's left arm was wounded, blood gushing from the wound, and his face turned pale, but his eyes remained resolute. He gritted his teeth, enduring the pain, and struggled to withstand General Zhang's attacks.
General Zhang's offensive grew increasingly fierce; his spear rained down on the Crown Prince like a storm. The Crown Prince struggled to defend himself, facing imminent danger. His strength was waning, and his movements were gradually slowing.
Just then, an arrow pierced the air with lightning speed, striking General Zhang squarely in the throat. General Zhang screamed in agony, his eyes filled with terror and disbelief. His hand limply released his spear, and he fell from his horse, crashing heavily to the ground.
Just then, a troop of cavalry galloped in, their hooves thundering like lightning, shaking the very earth. Leading them was none other than Prince Ning. He wore golden armor, which gleamed brilliantly in the sunlight, a symbol of his power. He wore a golden crown, inlaid with dazzling jewels, signifying his noble status. A sinister smile played on his lips, his eyes revealing coldness and ruthlessness.
"Your Highness, how have you been?" Prince Ning reined in his horse, looking down at the Crown Prince with a mocking tone. His voice was deep and magnetic, yet it carried an invisible pressure.
The Crown Prince sneered, "Prince Ning, you've finally come." There was no fear in his eyes, only anger and disgust towards Prince Ning.
"I've said it all along, this world will be mine sooner or later!" Prince Ning laughed arrogantly, his laughter echoing across the battlefield, sending chills down everyone's spines. "Now that your cause is lost, why don't you surrender?"
"Wishful thinking!" the crown prince roared. "Even if I die, I will not let you succeed!" His voice resounded through the sky, expressing his firm belief and indomitable spirit.
"Is that so?" Prince Ning sneered. "Then let me see what else you're capable of!" With that, he drew his sword from his waist. The sword was long and slender, with a jewel-encrusted hilt that emitted a mysterious light. He spurred his horse and charged towards the Crown Prince.
Meanwhile, Lin Qian had just settled the Prime Minister's wife and others. Her face was serious, her brows slightly furrowed, revealing a composure beyond her years. Her eyes were firm and calm, as if she were pondering something.
"You must protect the Prime Minister's residence at all costs, and there must be no mishaps!" Lin Qian's voice was clear and powerful. Her gaze swept over every guard and servant, her eyes carrying an undeniable authority. Her posture was upright, exuding an aura of confidence and decisiveness.
The guards and servants responded in unison, "Yes!" Their voices were clear and resonant, demonstrating their determination. Their eyes were filled with resolve, as if they were ready for battle at any moment.
Lin Qian took a deep breath, as if to encourage herself. She slowly turned around and led the guards of the manor toward the scene. Along the way, the once bustling streets were now unusually deserted, filled with a tense atmosphere. The former prosperity was like a fleeting cloud, and the shops along the street had their doors and windows tightly shut, as if they were hiding from the impending storm. Occasionally, a gust of wind would blow by, raising a cloud of dust, which made people feel irritable.
At this moment, in Lin Qian's mind, 003 was quickly analyzing the situation for her. "Although Prince Ning's army is coming with great force, the Crown Prince's side is also well prepared. The capital is heavily guarded, and it will not be easy for Prince Ning to break through. However, we cannot be careless and must carefully deal with the various tactics of Prince Ning's army. Prince Ning's vanguard is strong in combat, but they have traveled a long distance and are exhausted. The Crown Prince's army has the advantage of terrain. As long as we can make good use of it, we can gain the upper hand." 003's voice rang clearly in Lin Qian's mind, providing her with detailed analysis and suggestions.
Lin Qian nodded slightly, gaining a clearer understanding of the situation. She quickened her pace, leading her guards rapidly towards the battlefield. Every step was filled with unwavering determination; she knew she was about to face a brutal battle, but she was fearless.
When they finally arrived at the scene, the sight before them made Lin Qian's heart tighten. Soldiers from both sides were engaged in fierce combat, the shouts of battle and the clang of weapons mingling together in a deafening roar. Blood stained the earth, and the air was thick with the stench of blood. Smoke filled the battlefield, obscuring the view ahead.
Lin Qian shouted loudly, "Follow me to assist the Crown Prince in capturing Prince Ning!" Her voice was firm and powerful, full of fighting spirit. Her eyes shone with a determined light, as if they could ignite the passion in everyone.
The guards shouted in unison, "Yes!" Their voices were filled with fighting spirit, as if trying to dispel all fear. They gripped their weapons tightly, ready to engage in battle at any moment.
Lin Qian drew her sword, its blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight. She charged into the battlefield first, her movements as agile as a cheetah. Her eyes were filled with determination, and each swing of her sword carried a powerful aura, deterring enemies from approaching easily. Her movements were clean and swift; with each stroke of her sword, an enemy would fall. Her figure darted across the battlefield like lightning, impossible to ignore.
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