"Hurry up!" Su Yueming sat on the sedan chair and urged, the paralysis of her legs and feet was still not completely dissipated, and she always felt weak and weak when she stepped on the ground, so she had to take the sedan chair and set off.

Along the way, her right eyelid kept jumping, and there was a feeling of uneasiness in her heart.

As far as the eye can see, the smoke of gunpowder billows in the distance, which shows the tragic situation of the battle.

Murong Canghai was about to annihilate Da Zhou in one fell swoop, and mobilized 80,000 troops from Shengjing overnight, these 80,000 troops were all tiger and wolf divisions, extremely fierce, the elite soldiers led by the prince were surrounded by regiments, and the soldiers who fought fell one by one, and there were fewer and fewer people around the prince.

"Your Highness, it's too bad, the Qin soldiers have already connected that mouth, and we are surrounded." After Feng Luo stabbed a Qin soldier with a sword, he said loudly, he was wounded, his whole body was covered with blood, and his heroic face was slashed.

The prince's sharp gaze looked around—

The mourning was all over the field, the blood flowed like a river, the sound of killing shook the sky, and the soldiers who fought bloodily fell down one by one, and the rest of the people had powerless grief on their faces.

"Huh!" A long arrow whistled, and the prince jerked sideways, and the arrow shot into the air.

"Your Highness......" Song Siyuan's eyes were red, he was also injured, his arms and shoulders were bleeding wounds, he bit off a piece of clothing and bandaged the wounds on his arm, "Your Highness, you can't escape." ”

This is a fierce battle, this is a fierce battle with no chance of winning, and death is gradually approaching everyone.

Murong Canghai's 80,000 tiger and wolf division is like a curse, and everyone knows very well that it is almost impossible to get out alive now.

"Your Highness, stay behind and let Prime Minister Song and General Song cover your evacuation." Seeing that the Qin soldiers were getting closer and closer, the surging flow of people was like ants, and he said with courage.

"Hongu didn't want to escape!" The prince said coldly.

"Your Highness, what do you mean......" Feng Liu's heart tightened, he had been by the prince's side for so long, he knew the prince's character very well.

The prince turned around, and his resolute gaze slowly swept over the people in front of him—

Every one of his subordinates was badly wounded, and everyone's eyes were on him tightly and hopefully, and their hopes, at this moment, were all on him.

When the wind blows, his jade-like green silk flutters in the wind, with a kind of elegant tragedy.

"Feng Luo ......" he spoke, his voice was like a spring, calm and composed, "You, together with the two of you, Prime Minister Song and his son, led the east and west armies to break through the siege respectively, and the palace stayed behind to command the middle route army to buy time for you and the others to evacuate." ”

"Your Highness, by all means!"

When the crowd heard this, they immediately fell to their knees.

Song Chengru, the prime minister of the left, hugged his hand and said, "His Royal Highness is the prince of a country, and he is carrying the future of the Great Zhou, how can he risk his life!" It is not a pity for the old minister to die, so the old minister will lead the middle route army to cover, several generals, you will cover His Highness. ”

"No, father!" Song Siyuan heard this, and immediately stopped, "Let my son stay, and you go with His Highness!" ”

"No, let the lowly remain!"

"Let the lowly remain!"

All of a sudden, the Song father and son, Feng Spirit, Yi and other generals asked for cover and let the prince go first.

All of them are impassioned and eager to try.

There was a faint look of relief in the prince's eyes, but he said sharply-

"Okay, don't fight anymore! This palace has made up its mind, everyone, time is running out, let's go! ”