Chapter 227 Passing By
"General!"
Upon seeing this, the soldiers of the Crimson Army quickly gathered around and helped Leng Tieyi up.
Leng Tieyi looked up and glanced around, his heart sinking. None of his deputy generals and subordinates were a match for the sixth prince of Lanyu Kingdom.
In fact, though old, he was the most skilled soldier in the Crimson Profound Army. The rest were even less capable than him, and he couldn't defeat them; who else could he rely on?
Originally, Prince Anshun was more skilled. He could have easily dealt with the Sixth Prince, or even Lan Ying, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to defeat Lan Yu Kingdom so many times.
However, after returning to the capital, Prince Anshun inexplicably became a traitor, was stripped of his title by the emperor, and became the former Prince Anshun.
There were not many military generals in the court to begin with, and those with good skills were even rarer. Apart from the former Prince Anshun, he was the only old general who was temporarily without duty and was specially appointed by the emperor.
A deep sorrow welled up in Leng Tieyi's heart.
Could it be that the Crimson Army is really going to perish at his hands?
At this critical moment, he actually thought of Wen Zhiming, the King of the Northern Frontier.
He knew that no one in the Crimson Profound Army could kill Lan Ying, and that soldier in the Crimson Profound Army must be Wen Zhiming in disguise, since it was he who had captured Lan Ying alive before.
Leng Tieyi thought to himself, if Wen Zhiming were here, this sixth prince wouldn't be so arrogant.
But then he thought, Wen Zhiming and the Chixuan Army are now enemies. He had been plotting to have the Chixuan Army fight against the Lanyu Kingdom. It would be kind of him not to kick him while he was down. Why would he help him?
The sixth prince returned to the formation protected by ten guards, and continued to make provocative remarks.
"Old man, are you still up to the task? You tried to wield your sword at me, and I only kicked you once, and you're already done for? Your old bones are useless!"
"Step back!" Leng Tieyi shouted sharply, dismissing his men and looking directly at the Sixth Prince. "If you're so capable, come out of the formation. I won't use my sword, and you won't rely on your men. Let's have a good fight."
Leng Tieyi noticed that the situation on the battlefield had become even more dire, and the Chixuan Army was clearly at a disadvantage. Only by capturing the Sixth Prince alive could they turn the tide.
Although he knew that his martial arts skills were no match for the Sixth Prince, as a general, he absolutely could not back down and admit defeat.
Even if we die on the battlefield, we must not lose our backbone. We must fight to the bitter end!
"General, you mustn't!" The soldiers of the Crimson Army pleaded with him, tears streaming down their faces.
If the general were uninjured, they certainly wouldn't have stopped him. But now that the general is seriously wounded, fighting one-on-one again would surely be extremely dangerous for him.
"Stand back! Anyone who disobeys will be punished according to military orders!"
Leng Tieyi's eyes shone like torches. After speaking, he slightly curled the corner of his mouth and looked at the Sixth Prince, "You petty wretch, do you dare to fight?"
The sixth prince, who was always inseparable from his guards, originally did not want to agree.
But he was the one who provoked us first, so it would be too embarrassing for him to back down now.
Moreover, after the exchange just now, he didn't take Leng Tieyi seriously.
After saying "What is there to be afraid of?", he landed steadily on the ground and said to the guards who followed him, "Step back and let me personally deal with this old fellow."
After saying that, he struck Leng Tieyi in the face with a palm strike. Leng Tieyi had already thrown away his long sword and was now fighting back with his bare hands. The two exchanged blows with ruthless force, each giving it their all.
At first, Leng Tieyi could keep up, but he was old after all, and his stamina couldn't keep up after a while, so he gradually started to struggle.
He was gradually forced to the edge of the cliff by the Sixth Prince.
With nowhere to retreat, Leng Tieyi was restrained by the Sixth Prince's large hand, his upper body dangling in the air below the cliff. If the Sixth Prince pushed hard, he would roll off the cliff.
"General!" The soldiers of the Crimson Profound Army were extremely anxious, but because their commander's life and death were in the hands of the enemy, they dared not step forward.
The sixth prince narrowed his eyes coldly, speaking with an air of arrogance.
"Your Golden Moon Kingdom boasts of being the best among the five kingdoms, yet you don't even have a single warrior who can fight. Old man, kneel down and surrender now, and I will spare your life!"
Leng Tieyi showed no fear whatsoever.
"Bah! Kill me if you want, but dream on if you want me to surrender!"
The sixth prince's eyes flashed with malice as he shouted.
"Then I will send the old man on his way! Soldiers of the Blue Feather Kingdom, join me in sending all these useless bastards from the Golden Moon Kingdom to the Western Paradise!"
Inspired by him, his soldiers shouted loudly, "Send the trash of the Golden Moon Kingdom to the Western Paradise!"
The killing intent intensified, and the battle scenes became even more bloody.
The soldiers of the Crimson Army were filled with dread, torn between fighting bravely against the enemy and worrying about their commander.
Seeing that the atmosphere was right, the Sixth Prince curled his lips and said "Go to hell," then forcefully pushed Leng Tieyi down.
The soldiers of the Crimson Army rushed towards the cliff like madmen.
Among the crowd, there was a figure who was the last to move, but he was the first to reach the cliff. He moved with lightning speed, arriving first despite being behind, and used his soft whip to lift the person up, then placed him steadily not far in front of the Sixth Prince.
The Sixth Prince watched as Leng Tieyi was thrown off the cliff, and was looking forward to the Chixuan Army collapsing and crying out in triumph. But then he saw a figure flash by and rescue Leng Tieyi with a speed and strength that no ordinary person could achieve.
It wasn't until the other person gently placed Leng Tieyi on the ground and turned to look at him that the Sixth Prince could see the other person's face clearly.
It was a young and handsome face, with cold and sharp eyes and a calm expression.
Dressed in black, carrying a long sword, he looked like a wandering knight who had strayed into the battlefield.
"Who are you?" The sixth prince asked, feeling that the face looked somewhat familiar, and then he immediately remembered.
This is Wen Zhimo, the King of the Northern Frontier.
He had seen the man's portrait at the military intelligence office.
At the time, he was thinking that a pretty boy had become a rebel king, and he wondered if he would be so scared by the blood and heads on the battlefield that he would wet his pants.
Later, he learned that Wen Zhimo had captured Lan Ying, but he thought that Lan Ying had deliberately been captured in order to go to the Northern Frontier military camp and trick Wen Zhimo into agreeing to the deal.
Only now did he realize how formidable this person was.
The sixth prince immediately dropped his contempt and arrogance, and frowned.
"So it is the King of the Northern Frontier who has arrived. Has the King of the Northern Frontier forgotten that you and the Emperor of the Golden Moon Kingdom are enemies, and the Emperor's soldiers are naturally your enemies as well? Did you come here to help your enemy?"
The men of the Crimson Army quickly helped Leng Tieyi to safety. Upon hearing this, they were all shocked. It turned out that the person who saved their general was the King of the Northern Frontier. Their feelings were complicated.
Leng Tieyi was even more excited, looking at Wen Zhiming with hope.
Thinking that as long as Wen Zhiming abandons the darkness and joins the Red Profound Army to defeat the Blue Feather Kingdom, he will risk his life to remonstrate with the Emperor when he returns to the capital, so that the Emperor will forgive Wen Zhiming and grant him the status and honor of a prince.
However, Wen Zhiming simply smiled and said, "I was just passing by today when I heard the Sixth Prince say that there was no one in the Golden Moon Kingdom who could fight, and that they were all useless. I couldn't resist the urge to have a match with the Sixth Prince."
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