Qi Meifeng fought bloodily all the way, and finally covered Zhu Youzhen and others to rush out of the labyrinthine Mongolian camp.

However, the large camp, which is composed of large and small yurts, is still about 1,000 steps away from the city wall of Zunhua City. Zhu Youzhen had to turn his heart sideways, take out the strength to eat, and run towards the city gate as fast as possible.

At this time, the alien girl he was carrying behind his back also woke up. Seeing this, he hurriedly said in English: "putmedo.xstxt.orgyself (Put me down, I can run by myself)!" ”

Zhu Youzhen was about to move away, and he was about to put her down.

The girl was not ambiguous, and as soon as her feet hit the ground, she immediately ran up. She saw that the injured Qi Meifeng was dragging Bao Yulian and running very hard, so she immediately went over and grabbed Bao Yulian's hand and dragged her to run wildly.

Two girls who don't know each other, one completely **, the other half-naked, running hand in hand in the sunset. The four wonderful hemispheres also vibrated up and down, and they were extremely fragrant.

It's a pity that this is a murderous battlefield! No one cares to admire their delicate bodies, and there are only two words left in their hearts: escape!

Zhu Youzhen was the same, since he put down the girl, he suddenly felt relaxed, and his feet were like flying, and he soon caught up with Qi Meifeng.

At this time, Qi Meifeng gradually couldn't support it because of excessive blood loss. She knew that it was difficult to run to the city gate, so she suddenly stopped, smiled miserably at Zhu Youzhen, and gasped: "Your Highness, run forward quickly, the last general will resist here for a while!" ”

Zhu Youzhen looked back and saw the sound of killing in the Mongolian camp, and he didn't know how many Mongolians were brandishing their swords and rushing towards this side quickly.

And at the mountain pass to the north, the Mongolian cavalry that came to support was getting closer and closer, and the dust stirred up went straight to the sky, and the sound of horses' hooves of "boom, boom, boom" was like a thunderstorm that shook the sky, which made people feel terrified!

Zhu Youzhen knew very well in his heart that Qi Meifeng wanted to cover her escape, and secondly, she really couldn't run. But if she stayed here for a few more moments, and the Mongol army arrived, she would have no health.

At this time, he had no time to think about it, and he didn't answer, he lowered his body slightly, picked up Qi Meifeng and ran forward.

At this time, Qi Meifeng was completely exhausted, and struggled weakly a few times, but Zhu Youzhen carried her tighter. She was so anxious that she shouted: "Your Highness, by all means! Put me down, no one will be able to run away like this! ”

At this urgent moment, Qi Meifeng finally couldn't care about calling herself the "last general", and called herself "me" to Zhu Youzhen for the first time.

Zhu Youzhen's heart was sweet for no reason, and while the wind was blowing under his feet, he shouted arrogantly: "Don't worry! I'm not going to leave you alone! Death to death, everyone dies together! ”

Qi Meifeng lay on Zhu Youzhen's back weakly, and said with tears like rain: "Your Highness, I don't want you to die!" ”

"Shut your mouth and stop talking!" Zhu Youzhen ordered majestically in an unquestioning tone, "Otherwise, if you pour a mouthful of wind, you will have a stomachache!" ”

Qi Meifeng saw that Zhu Youzhen was still in the mood to joke at such a time, she wanted to laugh but couldn't, so she had to put her head on his shoulder, letting the tears flow freely, but suddenly hallucinated in her mind.

It was as if the two were not on the battlefield, but in the middle of an endless field of flowers. Zhu Youzhen is no longer a prince, but just an ordinary teenager, carrying himself on his back and running towards the hut at the end of the flower field, which only belongs to the two of them.

"Meifeng, don't sleep!" Zhu Youzhen felt that Qi Meifeng's aura behind him was getting weaker and weaker, his heart was like a knife, tears flowed from his eyes, and he called out repeatedly.

"The flowers here are so beautiful! Don't run so fast, you're too tired to rest for a while," Qi Meifeng murmured grogily.

When people are in a desperate situation, they often burst out with tremendous energy. When Zhu Youzhen was in his previous life, he was most worried about long-distance running. Every time he ran laps in physical education class, he had to hide outside the track while the teacher was not paying attention. After the group had run another lap, he sneaked into the team and ran to the finish line together. Still, I had to sit on the ground and gasp for a long time.

At this time, he had no distractions at all, and there was only one thought in his mind: send Qi Meifeng back to the city safely!

At this moment, the whole world seemed to suddenly fall silent, and the sounds of fighting and horses' hooves were far away from him. All he could hear was the sound of the wind whirring in his ears, the pounding of his own heartbeat, and the faint breathing of Qi Meifeng behind him!

Time seemed to have stopped passing, and Zhu Youzhen didn't seem to feel the existence of his legs, but he just walked like a fly, rushing towards the city gate at a speed of 100 meters. That gate is all their hope of survival!

At the same time, many Han people who had not yet been killed by the Mongols also ran out in a panic and fled towards Zunhua City in a chaotic manner, but no one ran as fast as Zhu Youzhen.

The Mongols in the camp saw that the Han people were running farther and farther, and they stepped on their war horses and chased after them.

No matter how fast a man's two legs are, how can he outrun the four legs of a horse? In just a few moments, the Mongol knights had caught up with the Han people who had fallen behind, and crashed into the ranks.

How can the impact of a war horse be stopped by human flesh and blood? Wherever the horses passed, the Han people who were hit were like a bundle of straw, flying high, and then falling heavily to the ground, crashing and falling, all of which broke bones and tendons.

And some of the people who fell or were knocked down, before they could get up from the ground, the horses behind them galloped towards them, trampling on all fours. Pity the people, who are touched by the hoofs of horses, or whose ribs are trampled off, or whose skulls are kicked and deflated, are all flesh and blood; The terrible screams even drowned out the neighing of the horses!

And the Han people who were lucky enough to escape the impact and trampling of war horses did not get rid of the call of death. The Mongol knights controlled their horses with only their two legs, and with their hands free, they kept firing their bows and arrows on their horses.

The Mongol cavalry commanded by Genghis Khan at that time, both in terms of the size of the horses and the strength of the soldiers, was far from the heavy cavalry in Europe. The reason why they were able to win many battles and kill Europeans changed their colors, calling them "Yellow Peril" and "God's Whip", was because of their superb riding and archery skills.

At this time, they used the art of mounted archery, which even European warriors could not resist, to deal with the unarmed common people, which was even more handy and hearty.

From the Mongolian camp to the Zunhua city wall, it is only a thousand steps away. However, this short 1,000 steps has become a distance that many people cannot cross in this life. In just ten minutes, the Han people who had come to do business with the Mongols had been killed all over the field, and blood flowed like a river!

Zhu Youzhen and others fortunately ran in the front, taking advantage of the Mongols to intercept and kill the people behind, they ran wildly, and finally came to Zunhua City.

But what made them desperate was that the gates of Zunhua City were closed and the drawbridge was hanging high!

And behind them, in addition to the Mongols who had been killed from the camp, the group of Mongol light horsemen who had come from afar had also rushed through the valley, only a hundred paces away!

The leader is the leader of the Duoyan Division, the one known as the "Big Tabu Bag". He was in his sixties, with a gray beard, but he was still extremely strong, and he was at the front of the group.

Seeing that many people had fled to the edge of the city, he pulled out a picture scroll from his sleeve, unfolded it against the bitter cold wind, and shouted in Mongolian: "Warriors! Show your courage, wield your sabers, draw your bows and arrows, and kill all the Han people outside the city! Also look carefully to see if there is a picture of this person! Whoever can take his head will be rewarded with a hundred taels of gold! ”

And the portrait on the painting turned out to be Zhu Youzhen, the king of Damingxin!

At this time, Zhu Youzhen had no time to care about everything behind him, and he didn't have time to think about why the city gate was closed, but with the instinct of survival, he used all his strength to carry Qi Meifeng, who was already unconscious, and laboriously jumped off the frozen moat, and waded through it one foot deep and one foot shallow.

When he reached the other side of the moat, he wanted to lift Qi Meifeng to the shore first, and then climb up by himself. But the bank of the moat was far from the ice, and it was only possible to reach it with your hands. If you want to lift an unconscious person on your own, it is not easy to say!

Zhu Youzhen was close to madness at this time, roaring like crazy, desperately holding Qi Meifeng up, but he was still a few inches away from the riverbank, and he just couldn't put it up.

At this time, the sharp arrows of the Mongols had already chased viciously with the sound of "wooing" breaking through the air. A few arrows were nailed to the bank of the river not far away, and the "clang" was deeply embedded in the frozen ground.

At this life-and-death juncture, the ** girl dragged Bao Yulian and ran over.

On the way to escape, they had already fallen several times, and their bodies were covered with abrasions and bruises, oozing blood, and they looked extremely embarrassed. But at this time, they even forgot about their naked bodies, and they didn't care about the pain on their bodies.

Seeing that Zhu Youzhen couldn't lift Qi Meifeng, the two ran over to help together, and finally lifted Qi Meifeng onto the riverbank.

The three of them immediately used their hands and feet together and climbed up with agility.

Almost at the same time, a large number of civilians had been driven by the Mongol cavalry to the moat. When the Mongols saw that there was a moat blocking the way, their men stepped up and poured out a rain of arrows like flying locusts on the crowd.

Zhu Youzhen saw the people fall down one by one in front of his eyes, and in an instant, a wall of corpses was piled up by the river, and he was so angry that his chest was about to explode! He ran into the gate of the city in desperation, and slammed the heavy gate into the mountains.

But no matter how much he struck, the gate remained unmoved, and showed no sign of opening!

Zhu Youzhen was extremely angry, and shouted at the city head at the top of his throat: "Who the fuck is guarding the city above, I will take care of your uncle!" I'm Zhu Youzhen, the king of letters! Kaesong, give me Kaesong! ”

As soon as the words fell, I heard the sound of a bang at the head of the city, and the Ming army defending the city finally flashed out from behind the battlements and fired bows and arrows under the city.

It's just that the target of this rain of arrows is not the Mongols, but the people who are desperately crossing the moat, as well as Zhu Youzhen under the city!