A thrilling melee broke out instantly.
The eldest prince led less than two thousand Turkic warriors and launched a fierce charge against the crown prince with fearless courage and determination.
Lu Qing shouted, "Protect the prince!"
He leaped onto his warhorse and rushed towards the eldest prince like a tiger.
Behind the eldest prince, ten archers with superb archery skills, led by a tall man, held their bows and arrows tightly, staring at the prince with sharp eyes.
The distance is gradually shortening and the tense atmosphere is becoming more and more intense.
The tall man gave the order, "Shoot!"
In an instant, arrows flew towards the prince like locusts.
Each archer held three arrows in his hand. After finishing a round of shooting, they put arrows on again without hesitation and continued to shoot at the prince frantically.
The guards fell one after another, and new guards took their places without hesitation.
The archers were injured, but they still gritted their teeth, with only the prince as their target, as if they wanted to kill him as soon as possible.
When one archer fell, the remaining nine did not flinch and continued to charge forward.
No matter how many people fall, they always move forward towards their goal with determination.
Lu Qing was extremely anxious. He didn't care about the eldest prince anymore. He used his lightness skills to fly from the horse's back and flew towards the direction where the prince was.
Arrows came like a rainstorm, and he watched helplessly as three arrows pierced into the prince's body.
"Ah--" Lu Qing let out an angry roar, and the sword in his hand turned into a rain of swords, beheading the three archers in front of him.
He hugged the prince tightly, pointed his sword at the three princes in front of him, and shouted: "Don't spare any of them, kill them all without mercy!"
This was a one-sided massacre, with 20,000 people fighting against 2,000 Turkic soldiers. The war was over in less than a quarter of an hour.
The three remaining descendants of Tumen Khan were chopped into pieces.
General Xue gave the order to retreat two places and set up camp, as the prince's injuries needed to be treated as soon as possible.
The three imperial doctors who accompanied the army worked all night and finally removed the three arrows from the prince's body.
The good news is that the arrow did not hurt the prince's internal organs because of the protection of his armor.
The bad news is that the arrows are barbed and the tip is poisonous….
The imperial physician examined the items the archers carried with them and finally concluded that this type of poison was from the cow's stomach.
The imperial physician came and examined the cow's stomach from the archer's horse.
When the arrow is contaminated with venom in the stomach, although it may not be immediately fatal when shot into the human body, it will cause great harm.
From the time the arrow was removed until dawn, the prince's wound gradually became red and swollen, and the temperature of the wound began to rise.
The three imperial doctors looked at the wound. The condition they were most worried about had already occurred. They could not treat this symptom.
If Qian Chunhua were here, she would definitely be able to tell at a glance that this was a typical bacterial infection. I didn't expect that in this era, people would smear bacteria and viruses on arrows.
The prince leaned weakly on the couch. He had never expected that in this final battle, he might not die here.
He wanted to explain what happened, but found his mind was in a mess and he didn't know where to start.
His life had just begun and he still had time to realize his passion, but how could he be poisoned? He was so unwilling to accept it.
Lu Qing brought a bowl of pork liver soup. The prince lost so much blood last night, he should replenish his blood.
Lu Qing looked at the imperial doctors who had slept all night around him, and he knew that the prince's condition was not optimistic.
"Let's try again. If it doesn't work, we'll change the medicine." One of the imperial doctors was unwilling to sit and wait for death, so he suggested changing the medicine for the prince's wound.
The other two imperial doctors were at their wits' end, so they agreed with this method, thinking that it was better to try than to do nothing.
When the prince's wound was opened, it was found to be yellow-green in color, and the exudate was yellow-white in color with a faint foul smell.
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