King Yan was stunned, the actions of the person opposite were undoubtedly provoking and declaring war.

It's time to get your hands dirty.

Why is this happening? Isn't this the army of the state of Qin?

Although he is far away on the frontier, King Yan will not be completely ignorant of the affairs in the court. Xichuan and Qin Guo should still have a cooperative relationship now, how could Qin Guo suddenly send troops to stop them?

"Who the hell are you?!"

King Yan also drew his sword, but before he could react, the man on the opposite side gave the order.

"Kill, the leader catches it alive."

The troops behind him suddenly shouted in unison, and immediately they came like a tidal wave, each brandishing swords and guns, unstoppable.

King Yan's army was caught off guard, although they immediately took up arms to meet the enemy after reacting.

But after experiencing the gear just now, they were a little sluggish, and the sudden attack made them unprepared, so they retreated one after another.

Rao is King Yan is brave and good at fighting, at this moment, he is invincible with two fists and four hands, and the leader of the other party is extremely fierce, and a long and thick big knife is waved vigorously.

Everywhere he went, a large number of people fell, and blood stained his clothes and face, like Shura coming out of hell, and no one could approach him within half a meter.

King Yan is also a person who has stood on the battlefield for many years, a sword shining like blood under the reflection of the remnant sun, mixed with the blood of the enemy, his eyes are full of determination and fierceness.

He severed the head of a person, and his hoarse voice was very clear in the crowd: "Withdraw!" Don't fight with them!! ”

It was he who was careless, and when he saw Qin's army, he was relieved, but he didn't expect that the other party would take advantage of this opportunity to catch them off guard.

You know, in the military, there are the most variables.

They retreated one after another, but the opposing army pursued them with great difficulty.

King Yan stood at the back of the way to fight with them, delaying in order to buy time for his men to retreat.

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer people, and the leader of the enemy army was fighting with him, King Yan, who was not physically strong, resisted with difficulty, and his body was injured more than he could, and the blood could not stop flowing.

His vision was bright red, and his eyes were already red, and his overdrawn physical strength kept reminding him that he was running out of time.

His mind was in chaos, and he didn't know when he was going to fall.

There is only endless swinging and resisting, moving forward and sideways.

He couldn't retreat, behind him were the soldiers he wanted to shelter, and if they lived, there was hope. If they can't even buy time to retreat, then the only thing that awaits them is destruction.

He let out a low roar in his throat, and stuck his sword into the ground to support his own crumbling body.

"Catch him, don't hurt your life." The leader hung his head and looked condescendingly at King Yan, and the enemy soldiers rushed up, holding King Yan and tying him with ropes.

King Yan only felt a numbness in the back of his neck, and then it was pitch black in front of him, and his consciousness was scattered.

When I regained consciousness again, I was in front of a completely unfamiliar environment.

It was a simple room, empty all around, with only a table, a few chairs, and a small, closed window.

King Yan scolded secretly in his heart, those people must have some intention to keep his life, but if he died without knowing anything, he would not be reconciled.

It's fine if the Qin army is faked, but if it's the real Qin army, it's troublesome.

I don't know if Your Majesty will receive the news in time, if someone plots against it, it won't be good.

Outside the house, there was the sound of approaching footsteps, and it wasn't long before the door was pushed open and a tall, burly man entered.

Seeing that King Yan was staring at him intently, he suddenly pulled the corners of his mouth and showed a smile.

"Yo, King Yan." He said hello, sat down in his chair and began pouring ink.

A few pieces of paper lay out on the table, and although his movements were a little unskillful, he could tell that he was grinding ink.

King Yan looked at him coldly and said nothing.

After grinding the ink, he walked up to King Yan, wrapped his anklet firmly around the corner of the table a few more times, and then placed the brush in front of him.

"Write a letter and ask your emperor to come and save you." The man was concise and to the point, and his tone was not hurried or slow.

King Yan sneered, raised his eyes to look at this person, and said in a lazy and disdainful tone: "Why should I write?" ”

"If you don't write, you'll die."

The man explained very clearly, his tone full of threat, and he shook the long knife in his hand, the smell of blood on it did not seem to dissipate, "Or, I will make your life worse than death." ”

Yan Wang is not a person who is easily threatened, let alone frightened by such a threat. How could his dignified eight-foot iron-blooded man be greedy for life and afraid of death, and how could he not endure torture.

But as a person in the army, he knew that at this juncture, it was useless to be stubborn and stubborn, and he might be able to take this opportunity to pass on some news to His Majesty.

Yan Wang seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then took the brush.

He grimaced a few words on the paper, then dropped the pen on the table.

The ink leaves shallow scratches on the paper.

The man seemed pleased with his cooperation, nodded and walked away with the letter in his sleeve.

In the palace, Yin Zhige looked at the soldiers who rushed back from thousands of miles away, with a solemn expression.

The Xichuan army on the frontier was defeated by the Qin army, which was a very tragic and humiliating defeat, and King Yan was even more uncertain about his life and death, and the others were killed and wounded.

"How can it be!" Yin Zhige clenched his fists, anger appeared in his eyes, and an invisible wind dispersed in the hall, blowing the corners of his clothes.

"Pass on my order, quickly send someone to rescue, no matter what the cost, you must find King Yan!" Yin Zhige waved his robe, took a deep breath, and strode out of the palace.

The time is urgent, if King Yan has not been killed in battle, then he must have been captured by the enemy.

A smart person like King Yan would definitely try his best to escape, and all he could do was to do his best to rescue him.

To save King Yan from that dire situation, whether he lives or dies, he will definitely bring him back to Xichuan.

His expression was serious, and there was some cruelty in his sharp eyes.

Those who offend me Xichuan will not live long.

At this moment, a person stumbled up: "Report - Your Majesty, just now someone outside the palace sent a letter and left, saying that it must be handed over to you, and the safety of King Yan is all in your hands." ”

Yin Zhige took the letter and unfolded it, and the unique handwriting belonging to King Yan was clearly displayed in front of him.

He breathed a sigh of relief, it looked like King Yan was alive.

If you hurry up and plan well, you can hope to save him.

Reading the letters, his expression gradually became solemn.

It seems that this matter is not as simple as it seems.