"No, we swear to live and die with Your Highness!"

"Swear to live and die with Your Highness!"

Kavad's words drew an immediate response from everyone, and although there were only a dozen of them left, they still didn't give up, and everyone looked at their Royal Highness the prince with death.

They were the most loyal and brave warriors in Persia, and at the beginning of the expedition to the west, all had great expectations for the future, and several victories made the Great Cannibal anxious.

These were the glory brought to them by His Royal Highness the Prince, but the glory was short-lived, and what they ushered in was the revenge and shame of the madness of the great cannibals.

Ku Si Lao looked at his subordinates affectionately, tears in his eyes, but finally stopped crying.

"Fight to the death, let them know that the warriors of my Great Persia, even if they die to the last, will never give in!"

At this point, Ku Si Lao has given up persuading the generals to abandon his plan to evacuate, otherwise it will be a disappointment to them.

After firmly determined to fight to the end until the death in battle, the remaining dozen or so Persian warriors began to rely on the dense forest to launch a counterattack against the encircled and suppressed Great Food Soldiers.

They were the best Persian warriors, and with the few arrows left, each shot killed an enemy with unerring accuracy.

A dozen arrows were fired, and a dozen screams were heard.

The encircled and suppressed soldiers did not dare to rush into the dense forest, but only shouted loudly outside to wear down their morale and will.

"Your Highness, these people should be local tribal warriors, and the Great Food Soldier will never be so cowardly!"

Kavard found that the fighting power of the enemies in front of him was weak, and it was obviously much weaker than the regular Great Food Soldiers.

Ku Si Lao nodded, which also made him find a chance to live, the local tribes often cooperate with the big cannibals are not sincere, and in most cases, the first goal is to preserve their own strength.

This also means that the enemy they are facing at this time will not exert all their strength, at least on the premise of ensuring that they will not suffer too many casualties, and will carry out appropriate attacks.

"It's the Turks!"

Khavad let out a sudden shout, and he quickly found some clues in the other man's clothing, that the enemy was a Persianized Turk.

In order to suppress the Persian rebellion, it seems that all the non-Persian peoples in the Persian homeland are also supported by the Great Cannibals. Otherwise, most of the Turks were active in the middle of the river, and few were able to go deep into the Persian hinterland as nomads.

The Turks had no sense of belonging to Persia and preferred to shelter the Great Cannibals.

Kuth didn't care which tribe the enemy came from for a long time, and as long as he killed one more enemy, they had more hope of life.

"Count how many arrows are left!"

After repulsing another onslaught from the enemy, Kuth ordered his generals to count the arrows they had with them.

It is frustrating that everyone has less than twenty arrows combined, so how can they fight back? I am afraid that even a strong attack will not be able to repel it.

In the dense forest, arrows were the most effective long-range attack weapon, and with the cover of trees and grass, Persian warriors could shoot their enemies without revealing themselves.

And once you enter hand-to-hand combat, even killing the enemy in a ratio of one for three or more is unbearable.

A dozen people is all, and the loss of one is nearly a 10% loss.

"No one should rush until the last moment!"

Kavad, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke.

"Your Highness, it will definitely not work if it goes on like this, someone must stay to contain the Persians and cover the retreat of the others!"

Originally, Kuth had already made up his mind that everyone would fight and die together, but Kavad still had the illusion that he could retreat, which was almost an unattainable dream now.

"Who can leave safely now......?

Kavard suddenly became agitated.

"Your Highness is the hope of Persia, I was too pessimistic before, so I said the words of dying in battle, and now as long as there is a glimmer of hope of escape, Your Highness should not give up!"

As he spoke, Kavad looked at Kusi Lao so eagerly that Kusi Lao couldn't even say anything to refuse.

Then, he nodded heavily, and replied word by word:

"I promise you that I will never give up!"

He was moved by the persistence of his subordinates, and at the same time rekindled the flame of hope for survival.

As the first person to stay and cover, Kavad made this choice tantamount to choosing death, but his face was full of determination, without the slightest fear or hesitation.

"Let's go, let's go!"

The tactic they practiced was to leave one person behind every hundred steps to contain the enemy, until there was no one left by Kusi's side, and whether they could escape in the future depended on God and luck.

Old Kuth didn't even dare to turn his head back, because he was afraid that the slightest delay would make the sacrifice of the robe meaningless.

Only when he successfully escaped from danger could he be worthy of so many soldiers who chose to sacrifice on their own initiative.

The feet were constantly accelerating, the branches were constantly hitting the face, and the pain was hot, but these small feelings and physical exhaustion were thrown off the back of the mind, and the whole world seemed to fall into silence, and all that could be felt and heard was the sound of his own heartbeat and heavy and rapid breathing.

In Ku Silao's thoughts, only running is everything, and resistance and counterattack at this time are meaningless, and dying in battle so easily is a relief for him at this time.

What is even more torturous is to live, and to persevere in the face of difficulties.

Kuth didn't know how far the enemy had been left behind by him, only the mechanical run, as if all that was left of his world was mad running.

I don't know how long it took, my vision gradually became blurred, my throat was like a fire, dry, nauseous, and tingling, but in comparison, the pain in my body was not obvious, and even the knife and arrow wounds on my body had long been unconscious.

Suddenly, Kusilao's body flew up in the air, and the whole person lost his balance, and he didn't know what was tripped under his feet.

The world began to spin in an instant, and he finally felt that he could not hold on any longer, looking at the sky with mottled shadows, and the sunlight falling on the ground of the woods one by one.

The young prince seemed to see his father's stern and loving face, and the women who were waiting for his return, and in a trance, he felt that he was back in the dim, the bells of the Buddhist temples were melodious and powerful, and the sunset was still so beautiful, and the beauty made people feel how unreal......

A sigh rang out from Old Kuth's chest.

It's finally coming to an end, and finally you still can't make it to the end?

The body hit the ground heavily, and the world suddenly went dark......