Zhu Feng left some people to continue cleaning the battlefield, and then hurried to the altar with a team of people.

The rain is getting heavier.

It was as if the dark sky above my head was pierced through a hole, and the Milky Way in the sky poured into the world. After running in the rain for a while, everyone seemed to be fished out of the water. Even the war horses that had been through many battles were unable to open their eyes by such a downpour, struggling and swaying in the rain, unwilling to leave again.

However, Zhu Feng did not say a word, rode his horse and whipped it, and led everyone to run in the rain.

Nan Yan followed him. At this time, her face was numb by the rain, but she didn't even say a word of bitterness. In fact, the annoyance in her heart was much deeper than the pain in her body.

She thought she should stay on the altar.

No matter what Zhu Chengjun is, she should believe Zhu Feng and believe that he will have a way to retrieve the child, but she still left the big things on the altar.

Unexpectedly, the old uncle would fall down at this time.

She raised her head and looked at Zhu Feng's figure running wildly on the horse not far ahead. She felt sad and guilty, but at this time it was too late to say anything, so she could only follow with a rush.

The location of the altar is not close to the battlefield, or it is not far away.

However, even standing still is difficult, and they have been fighting for several hours, and at this time they are really exhausted and almost reaching their limits.

At this moment, they saw a faint thing appear on the horizon ahead, like something bright.

It's going to dawn.

All night, they finally came out of the sea of ​​blood.

However, the deep night and heavy rain still covered the earth. The little light in the distance was not enough to illuminate the road in front of them. Everyone continued to ride their horses with their heads in silence. After about a cup of tea, Nan Yan looked up again and suddenly said, "Your Majesty, look!"

The sky ahead was brighter, of course, it was just a little light as faint as a candle through layers of window paper outside the ground. However, Zhu Feng saw at a glance that a high platform appeared on the dark ground ahead.

It's an altar!

At this time, there was no one on the altar, and even the soldiers who had been guarding the above had retreated. They rushed for a while and saw that the place under the altar, which was originally a pergola, had several tents set up around, and all the soldiers were guarding nearby.

I noticed someone coming, and someone immediately came up to me.

"It's the Emperor!"

"The Emperor is here! The Emperor is here!"

"Hurry, go and report to Lord Heyi!"

Zhu Feng didn't stop at all, and rushed over and rushed outside the tent before turning over and getting off the horse. The soldiers standing at the door of the tent were already wet and immediately came forward to kneel down and bowed to the ground: "Master!"

Zhu Feng said: "Where is the national uncle?"

One of them said: "When you come back to the emperor, the Taoist priest is now in the tent, Lord Heyi is treating him."

When Zhu Feng heard this, he immediately reached out and lifted the tent and rushed in.

Nan Yan also rushed over with the horse. The guards on both sides immediately stepped forward to protect her and got off the horse. However, at this time, her mind was calmer than before. After getting off the horse, she did not immediately rush into the tent with Zhu Feng, but instead looked back at Fang Buyuan holding Wen Bieyu who had fainted in his arms, and Xiao Shunzi also took Han King Zhu Chengjun and flipped off the horse's back.

She said, "Call the military doctors immediately, treat the wounds of King Han, and treat Wen Bieyu well. You must not let him have any trouble, do you understand?"

Although Zhu Chengjun was caught by Arislan for a day, it was not a big deal to have only a little bit of flesh and blood on his neck. However, when Wen Bieyu retreated, he lay on him and was trampled on him by those people. His little body bones were not broken. At this time, he was bleeding from his mouth and nose, and he had already lost consciousness. This was the most deadly thing.

The people below immediately took Wen Bieyu to the tent on the other side, and the military doctor hurried over.

Zhu Chengjun thought for a while and said softly: "Mother, I want to go over and guard Brother Bei Yu."

Nanyan glanced at him.

Although he was also injured, the child showed tenacious vitality at this time. Even if his neck was broken and blood was flowing all over, it was like nothing happened. Nan Yan said in a deep voice: "Yes, but you must have a good rest. Doctor will show you the injury and don't make any trouble."

Zhu Chengjun immediately said: "My son knows!"

After saying that, he turned around and ran away.

Nan Yan then let out a long sigh and asked someone to come over to arrange the things outside. After some of the matter was done, she turned around and walked into the tent of the old uncle.

There was an indescribable smell in the tent.

Nan Yan frowned and barely realized that it was a strong medicinal smell, a mixed smell of blood, and the earthy smell that was eroded by rainwater.

A little disgusting.

When she turned her head, she saw a simple bed with a few chairs on one side of the tent, which was covered with a few clothes and even a mattress. The pale face and almost had no rest, the old uncle lying on it.

There was a large pool of blood on the ground.

Heyi sat next to the bed, while Zhu Feng stood by the bed, watching Heyi pour a bowl of turbid soup that was unknown into the mouth of the old uncle.

However, he was unconscious and had no sense of swallowing.

The decoction immediately flowed down the corners of his mouth.

"uncle!"

Nan Yan exclaimed softly and hurried forward, but was stopped by Zhu Feng, who was standing by the bed.

There was only a faint candlelight in the tent. At this time, it was like their uneasy mood, constantly swaying. The uncertain candlelight reflected on Zhu Feng's face, making his expression look a little uncertain.

When he opened his mouth, the low voice was also stained with a trace of imperceptible tremor.

"Don't move."

Nan Yan looked at him and then looked at the old uncle. It was so close that she realized that the old uncle had gray complexion, his lips were black and purple, and his lips seemed to be burned to dryness and cracks. Several bloody cuts seemed a little shocking.

She asked anxiously: "What's wrong with uncle?"

Of course Zhu Feng couldn't answer her.

He also saw this scene just after he came in, and he didn't even know what the old uncle's condition was.

Both of them stared at He Yi.

He Yi put the medicine bowl aside, then reached out and pressed the old uncle's belly. He felt that it was as hard as iron inside, and he sighed heavily.

"well……"
Chapter completed!