"Protect the prince!" A group of people also hurried to prepare to retreat under the pretext of an excuse, and no one was willing to break off at all.

Their reason for comforting themselves is also very simple - don't Timur and the cowardly Xue army are still defeated, how can we stop this group of red turban thieves with this little manpower?

The timid Kuan Che Puhua ran away, where could he still care about the safety of his two sons, and fled west with his staff and personal soldiers for dozens of miles in one breath before stopping the horses and wiping the cold sweat that continued to ooze from his forehead.

"What's going on? Could it be that my son was ambushed by the Red Turban Thief? Kuan Chepu swallowed his saliva, took a few deep breaths, and asked the people around him with a frown.

All the staff members accompanied Kuan Che Puhua to eat, drink and have fun, and Kuan Che Puhua did not know the situation, so they naturally did not know what was going on.

Seeing that no one replied, Kuan Che Puhua immediately became angry and wanted to reprimand these subordinates.

At this moment, suddenly the sound of horses' hooves was loud, and Kuan Che Puhua, who wanted to exert his might, was immediately silent and nervously on guard.

"Father in front?" A group of cavalry came in a blink of an eye, and the leader was none other than the second son of Kuan Che Puhua, Timur.

There is nothing more joyful than seeing a loved one in a moment of crisis.

After looking at Timur who was standing on the horse, Kuan Che Puhua suddenly burst into tears and couldn't cry.

When Timur saw his father like this, he knew that he must have known about his brother's capture, so he immediately turned over and dismounted and supported his father.

"Father, it's all because the child is incompetent and failed to help his brother defeat the thief army." Answer: Timur was also extremely sad at the moment, knowing that this was the case, even if he risked being turned against his brother, he must stop his eldest brother from making this mistake, and in the final analysis, he also underestimated the combat ability of this group of red turban thieves.

Kuan Chepu burst into tears and said sadly: "I wanted you two brothers to take this opportunity to make some contributions, but I didn't expect ......"

"Father, now is not the time to be sad, the red scarf thief is about to chase after him, the eldest brother has already encountered an accident, you can't make any mistakes."

After relieving his father, Timur waved his hand at the palace staff, signaling them to hurry up and retreat.

Don't Timur was defeated and captured by Ni Wenjun, and Kuanche Puhua and Timur suddenly fled, resulting in tens of thousands of troops actually having no one behind the palace, and all the departments rushed to flee for their lives, and they were extremely embarrassed.

On the other hand, the Red Turban Army on the other side, under the leadership of Ni Wenjun, made a desperate bet and preemptively captured the enemy commander in one fell swoop, and their morale was high.

All of a sudden, the Yuan army threw away their armor in front and fled desperately. The Red Turban Army chased and picked it up behind, but after a while, they had replaced all the bamboo spears and wooden sticks in their hands with sophisticated blades, and some even covered their helmets and armor with a few pieces on their bodies.

Ni Wenjun was naked, his angular muscles were stained with the blood of many people, the red scarf on his head was particularly eye-catching against the red horse under the seat, carrying the iron spear that he had snatched over in his right hand, and the nine-ring knife that Zou Pusheng personally created for him in his left hand, his eyes were fierce and compelling, and his seeping appearance was like a killing god descending into the world.

Between the gallops, the crisp sound of the collision between the blade and the iron ring is fascinating, and the cowardly Xue Tiewei, who has no intention of fighting, is no longer the invincible warrior of the year, and he is like a lost dog between the runs, and the cowardly one actually kneels down and begs for mercy, eager for the righteous army to surround his life.

After the victorious Mu Heng tilted, the battlefield of unilateral pursuit was like a slaughterhouse, and the fresh blood splashed everywhere covered the earth with layers of red makeup, and the natural music interwoven by wailing, crying for help, and shouting and killing was like the sound of the underworld, with swords, guns, swords, and halberds harvesting one precious and cheaper life one after another.

"Don't ...... Don't kill me! I beg you! ”

A young cowardly Xue Xue knelt on the ground, he was originally a son of a noble family, he was born with no worries about food and clothing, and this time he came to the front line just because of the arrangement of the elders in the family, and wanted him to mix up some military achievements.

At this moment, his clear face became hideous and terrifying because of fear, and he threw out the only steel knife in his hand that he could rely on, and handed over his future fate to the enemy in front of him who hated him to the core.

The object of his plea for mercy was a Red Turban Army, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy to be exact.

There were some differences between this young man and the red-eyed Red Turbans, such as his hand carrying the bamboo spear was still trembling, and his charging pace was always unnaturally half a step slower than the others.

The boy tried hard to hear what the cowardly Xue Xue was saying on the ground, but when he got closer, he still heard vaguely, and he touched his ears in confusion......

"Ah......!!!h He howled as terrified as if he had seen a ghost in the day.

"My ears, my ears!" He suddenly threw down the cowardly Xue who was kneeling, grabbed his throat with both hands, widened his eyes, and asked sharply.

Cowardly Xue Xue was pinched by him, raised his leg and kicked him out during the struggle, and coughed violently after getting up.

The boy tumbled to the ground, his bare arms and palms covered in blood-soaked dirt, the scarlet salty smell fermenting in the air and burrowing into his nose and throat.

The stomach immediately turned upside down, and a feeling of dizziness followed, and the young man blinked in a trance, but as if he saw his severed ear in the palm of his hand, he suddenly felt the sharp pain on the side of his head again, and fell to the ground and covered the wound and howled.

"It's all crazy, it's all crazy......" Xue Xue muttered to himself after recovering a little strength as he looked at the deranged teenager. When he picked up the steel knife that he had thrown away, he suddenly found that there was no one around except for the boy who was wailing on the ground.

So he raised his steel knife at the boy who was curled up in a ball, not knowing whether it was because of his resentment against the Red Turbans or his sympathy for the boy, he felt that he should have killed the other party at this moment, even though he didn't want to.

Cowardly Xue had no experience in killing, he didn't know how to cut at a young man who was younger than himself, and a trace of pity and sympathy in his heart made him hesitate and fall into deep thought.

"If you are still the same as Fang Cai, you are the one who has no ability to resist, how do you want the other party to end your life? Was he pierced through the chest and abdomen with a bamboo spear or cut his throat by a sword? ”

Unfortunately, fate didn't have time to give the correct answer to this question after he thought about it. A sturdy bamboo spear coldly pierced the thin armor of his back, the dark green tips of the grass mixed with the red blood of his lungs turned black and pierced out of front of him.

Cowardly, Xue Xue's throat was sweet, and he spit out a few mouthfuls of blood from his mouth uncontrollably, and the feeling of powerlessness instantly spread from the wound all over his body, and his fingers gradually weakened until he couldn't form a fist, and the steel knife fell to the ground with a "clang".