After Zhu Chengjun stabbed Arislan, his hands and feet became weak and he didn't even have the strength to stand up. He could only grab the short knife in his hand and lie on the ground and crawl forward. When he heard the shouts behind him, he turned pale and crawled forward even harder.

At this time, Wen Bieyu was also anxious.

Seeing Su He was about to walk towards Zhu Chengjun, he suddenly turned around and took a bite on his wrist while the soldier who was holding him was a little lost. The soldier was in pain and screamed and let him go.

Wen Bieyu landed on the ground and immediately ran towards Zhu Chengjun.

Just as he was about to approach Zhu Chengjun, there were a large number of soldiers from the Nong Kingdom running towards him in front of him.

If they want to retreat, there will be no formation to speak of, and people and horses will come like a tsunami.

"Wow!"

When he saw such a formation, Zhu Chengjun did not dare to move anymore. He hugged his head tightly with both hands and curled up on the ground.

The crowds were rolling, the horse's hooves were bursting, and the smoke and dust that had been stepped on almost permeated the entire wasteland. Even the ground was trembling. The rumbling thunder kept ringing above the head gave people an illusion of turning the earth. Zhu Chengjun closed his eyes tightly and waited for himself to be trampled by thousands of horses.

However, what came afterwards was not the expected severe pain.

Instead, something was heavily covered by him. Zhu Chengjun was pressed to the ground and knocked him down. Subconsciously opened his eyes and saw Wen Bieyu pounce on him and hugged him firmly in his arms.

"Brother Yu?"

Zhu Chengjun was shocked.

He saw Wen Bieyu's face, which was so close, showing an unbearable pain. Many of the people who were galloping past stepped on him, but he gritted his teeth and said, "Don't be afraid of your highness!"

Originally, Suh and his men were going to go here too, but when they met their own men back like this, they were also obstructed and were caught in the crowd. But Arislan was still unwilling to give up and shouted hard: "Catch him, but if you can't catch him, kill him!"

They were defeated in this battle tonight.

Even if he can't catch Zhu Chengjun, even if he can't grasp the handle to clamp Zhu Feng, he will let the other party taste the same pain as him!

Kill his son and make him feel in pain!

not to mention--

Arislan always had a vague idea in his heart. No wonder he felt that this child was unusual from the beginning. He was unwavering and was tortured by injuries and could not bend his bones. His firmness was astonishing as he was. Now he knew that he was Zhu Feng's son. He was so young and had such a heart. What if he grew up, what would it be?

So, you must kill him!

When Su He heard this, a killing intention flashed across his face. He turned around and pulled out the knife from the waist of a soldier beside him, and threw it at the two children crawling on the ground in front of him.

There was only a sharp sound.

The sharp knife turned into a bolt of lightning and stabbed straight at the two children.

"ah!"

Zhu Chengjun only showed his eyes from Wen Bieyu's ribs. Seeing the knife flying towards him, he shouted in fear and closed his eyes again.

In the moment of lightning flash, a black shadow flashed suddenly.

The knife was firmly grasped by a hand that suddenly stretched out. The sharp blade passed by the palm of his hand, and a stream of blood flew out along the blade with a thud, and then sprayed Zhu Chengjun's face.

He opened his eyes in fear and saw Zhu Feng riding a war horse, leaning over and flying past him!

It was him who intercepted the knife!

"Father!"

Zhu Chengjun shouted in surprise and joy. At this time, he even forgot about fear and almost jumped up happily.

But after Zhu Feng intercepted the knife, he did not stop, but shouted: "Protect the King of Han!"

Immediately, another smoke pounced on Zhu Chengjun's face. Chen Zixiao and Fang Buyuan led their men and horses to quickly move forward and surrounded them. The soldiers of the Neng Kingdom who poured out like a tide immediately bypassed them from afar, and the soldiers of the Yan Kingdom who followed him immediately surrounded them.

The two children are temporarily safe.

Ke Zhu Feng—

Zhu Chengjun was still lying on the ground, looking up at his father, who was far ahead, without even turning his head. He threw the knife that had cut his palm into the air, grabbed the hilt of the knife, and rushed forward with the opportunity.

Although Chen Zixiao and the others protected the King of Han, they were also frightened when they saw this scene.

Around them, there were still soldiers of the Neng Kingdom who were constantly retreating. Zhu Feng rushed forward with his men and horses, and he was simply trapped in the enemy formation. If those people turned around and came over, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Chen Zixiao shouted: "Emperor!"

But Zhu Chengjun, who was lying on the ground, could see at a glance what Zhu Feng was going for. He felt the ground shaking constantly hit his small chest, which made him a little surge. He suddenly felt a burst of blood boiling, and he shouted without hesitation: "Father, kill him!"

Standing in front of Zhu Feng was Suhe, who had not had time to retreat.

After he threw that knife, he wanted to retreat immediately, but he didn't expect that such a knife would be intercepted by Zhu Feng. This scene shocked him to be stunned. He didn't expect that Zhu Feng would rush over directly with a horse. At this moment, even Su He, named Axe, looked at Zhu Feng with a solemn look and rushed over with a long sword in his hand. His majesty as if the gods were coming to the world were shocked and lost their reaction.

Behind him, Arislan's roar rang: "Suh!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, he felt a silver light flash in front of him.

Suddenly, a stream of blood rushed straight from Suhe's neck to the sky. Zhu Feng swept across his head and cut off his head. His round head flew up half a day, and finally fell into the chaotic crowd. He was immediately even more frightened by the situation. The soldiers of the Nong Kingdom who were running around were trampled over. After a while, they could not even see the scum.

Having withdrawn far away, Arislan, who saw this scene, looked at Zhu Feng with a pale face.

After he killed Suh, he also strangled the horse.

The big sword that was lifted upside down was mixed with the blood of him and Suhe, and it continued to drip down, blending into the wasteland that had been soaked in blood, but immediately it was washed away by something else.

After a thunder, heavy rain poured down.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

He could no longer hear who was shouting, and Arislan couldn't even feel the pain in his chest. He was surrounded by countless people and ran away from the battlefield, moving away from Zhu Feng, getting farther and farther away.

I don't know how long it took, but he finally let out a long sigh.
Chapter completed!