The fiefdom increases by 1 soldier in 1 second, and the empress kneels down and begs not to rebel

The howling of wolves, the roaring of people, the clashing sounds of weapons, and the screams of people dying, Prince Qing, who was riding on his horse, heard it all. He tried hard to control his emotions and not panic too much, but his heartbeat was getting faster and faster and he couldn't stop it at all.

He had experienced danger like this before.

Many years ago, he was also one of the members of the team fighting on the battlefield. With the determination and courage to die for his country on the battlefield, he fought with the enemy again and again until he won the victory and lay on the ground exhausted.

Times have changed, there are still battlefields, there is still fighting, and the enemies still exist, but the ambition has gradually faded away over the years.

After taking off their armor, they were transported by carriages and no longer had to drive a horse and endure the bumps. They could eat delicacies from land and sea, and no longer had to sit on the ground and eat coarse and hard dry food as before. They no longer had to squeeze into a tent with a group of sweaty and smelly men and women, spending the hot summer and cold winter together.

The "Prince" was free and happy. When he had something to say, he would just open his mouth and say a few words. When he had nothing to do, he would appreciate the flowers, play with the fish, tease the birds, or enjoy the breeze and the bright moon, or gather with scholars and elegant guests to write and paint, and rewrite the heroic spirit of the past battlefields.

However, when this bloody life-and-death struggle actually emerged from the written words and became a cruel reality, the prince had already lost his determination to speak with great force while chatting and laughing, and he also lost his former calmness and composure.

He only hated that the enemy was so vicious and cunning, and the warhorse under his crotch ran so slowly.

Although he no longer wanted to care about what was happening behind him, Prince Qing couldn't help but look back, fearing that the barbarians would catch up and take his life.

And when he looked back at this moment, the scene he saw made him even more nervous.

The scarred barbarian general who was stabbed in the cheek by a dagger was so crazy that he ignored his injuries and let the dagger pierce his cheek and continued to swing the huge mace.

"Go away!"

With an indistinct roar, the scar-faced barbarian smashed his club at a soldier who was blocking him. The soldier dodged quite quickly and leaned back hurriedly when the mace was swung.

But then there was a loud "bang"!

The warhorse didn't even have time to utter a cry before its face was hit hard by the stick. Its face was broken into several pieces, and pieces of bones, flesh and dirty blood sprayed all over the soldier's head and face.

The warhorse fell with a bang, and the scarred barbarian general spat out a mouthful of blood foam from his mouth, then spurred his horse to gallop forward.

The soldier had just stood up from the ground, but before he could make any move, the mace had already swept across his face.

The scarred barbarian general hardly used any strength, but the sharp iron spikes had already caused Qian Bing's face to be bruised.

“Prepare to die immediately!” the scarred barbarian general roared, causing Prince Qing, who had just turned his head, to gasp.

It turned out that this group of barbarians had become so brave. Compared with the past, they seemed to be no less brave. He hurriedly urged his horse, just wanting to leave this place quickly.

But an even more horrifying fact quietly emerged in my mind.

The barbarians are already so ferocious. Previously, they sent hundreds of thousands of troops to Beiliang, but in the end they all died in Yanluo Mountain. So, what kind of combat power would the rebels who killed them have?

The answer seems obvious. No wonder the second son seemed to have lost his soul after escaping from Yanluo Mountain. He kept saying that he could not compete with the rebels and the only way was to stay away from them.

Thinking of this, Prince Qing felt even more annoyed. If he had known this earlier, he should have prepared to sail away while the rebels had not yet come to Nan Ze. If he had preserved his troops and taken his men overseas at that time, perhaps he could return to his homeland with the help of troops from other countries one day in the future and fight for power.

"Prince! Follow me!" At this moment, a voice from the front interrupted Prince Qing's thoughts.

Xiao Yiming turned around and pointed to a small path.

Prince Qing nodded and immediately pulled the reins to make the warhorse slightly change direction. The few archers beside him were still shooting at the eager wolves with their few bows and arrows.

The path was narrow and the torches had been thrown on the road. At this moment, they could only rely on the faint moonlight to determine the direction. Xiao Yiming led the team in front and the group began to walk up.

The night wind was howling, and the bamboo forest at the foot of Cangwu Mountain was rustling. When Prince Qing was about to step into the forest, what he saw when he looked back for the last time was a pile of corpses.

There were both barbarian soldiers and dry soldiers, and both sides suffered heavy casualties, but this was not what King Qing wanted to see.

Although the barbarians were fierce, the soldiers he led were already the best troops in Daqian. However, they suffered heavy losses in this battle. The carriages could not be taken away, and the few remaining cavalry were still fighting to the death.

Looking back at the forest, the thick darkness seemed like a layer of black fog, the moonlight was dim, the bamboo forest was gloomy, and this road to survival was like groping forward in the abyss.

"Xiao Yiming." Prince Qing shouted.

Xiao Yiming gently pulled the reins to slow down the horse a little. When Prince Qing rode up to him, he asked, "What's wrong, Your Majesty?"

After a thrilling escape, Prince Qing's hair and beard were disheveled, with white hair hanging down in front of his forehead, and his face looked unprecedentedly tired:

"Can you get away once you get into the mountains? They have wolves and will send people after you."

Xiao Yiming did not hesitate and replied directly: "Yes!"

"What do you want to do to avoid their pursuit?" Prince Qing asked again.

Xiao Yiming was silent.

Prince Qing sighed barely audibly, lowered his eyes, and said nothing more.

At this time, Xiao Yiming spoke again:

"Don't worry, my lord."

"Once we're in the mountains, I'll find a way. The last time the little prince and I were chased by the rebels, there were more than just a few people like today, and they all escaped."

"Once we're in the mountains, I'll use the terrain to find a way to get rid of the pursuers, and then I'll find you a way that no one can..."

Prince Qing interrupted him, shaking his head and saying:

"It's too difficult. Maybe I can't leave..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Yiming said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty! How can you think like that? Are you going to wait to be killed by them like this?!"

"This is not you!"

After these words were spoken, Prince Qing's face froze, but before he could speak.

"Your Majesty, if you want to live, I will definitely help you escape!"

Xiao Yiming turned his head and looked at the barbarians who were chasing him from behind, and said coldly: "Once we enter the mountain, I will be able to kill them one by one!"

Prince Qing still shook his head and sighed, "Xiao Yiming, you have followed me for almost thirty years. I know your abilities, but today... everything is over."

Xiao Yiming suddenly reached out and grabbed Prince Qing's arm. He said in a deep voice: "Without the prince's kindness in the past, Xiao Yiming would have died in that dilapidated temple. If it weren't for the prince's cultivation, how could I have learned martial arts and avenged my family's hatred later!"

"Today, I, Xiao Yiming, will sacrifice my life to save the prince!"

"Follow me, my lord!"

Without waiting for Prince Qing to speak again, Xiao Yiming exerted all his strength and pulled him onto his horse.

When we reached the bamboo forest, there was no road anymore.

"Your Majesty! Come on, enter this forest, I will definitely kill all the pursuers behind you."

"After I deal with the pursuers, I will find a route for you to leave Cangwu Mountain." Xiao Yiming turned over and dismounted, extending his hand to King Qing.

Prince Qing looked at Xiao Yiming, said nothing, and just nodded.

Immediately, the two men abandoned their horses, and the dozen or so soldiers behind them did the same and entered the bamboo forest together.