General Qin

Chapter 434: King Yan Falls From His Horse

"Could it be that the goddess heard Gu's heart and sent someone to save Gu?"

In desperation, Yan Wangxi only pinned his heart on ghosts and gods.

But only for a moment, his shrewdness and rationality returned again, and he woke up from the unrealistic fantasy.

The enemy attacked at night!

The Huns' Hun language was heard, and Yan Wangxi immediately understood that this was a night attack, an attack against the Huns.

And in this northern generation, who dared to attack nearly 100,000 Huns, apart from the Qin army in the south, who else?

"Guess is right!"

"No, Gu has already seen through the Qin people's sneak attack strategy!"

"These Qin soldiers are really reluctant to part with the money!"

"Gu's plan to survive has succeeded!"

Yan Wangxi trembled excitedly, his lips trembled.

Qin Jun's night attack is simply too good!

As soon as this battle started, no matter who wins or loses, the deal between the Qin army and the Huns will be considered void, and it will directly become hostile.

He Yan Wangxi can continue to cooperate with the Huns, of course, now he can only rely on the Huns.

Presumably, after learning the treachery of the Qin people, Touman Shanyu would definitely not attack his ally again.

However, the premise of all this is that Yan Wangxi can escape alive and must escape the pursuit of the Qin army.

At this time, as the cry of "protect Shanyu" came from a distance, the Huns guarding the gate of Qionglu no longer cared about Yan Wangxi, and left one after another amidst the shouts.

"Wait for me, take Gu to see Da Shanyu!"

Yan Wangxi yelled and chased after him.

Among the rebellious army, how could he escape with his life as an old man with inflexible hands and feet, if he wanted to leave alive, he could only cling to those Xiongnu nobles.

He rushed out of the hut in a hurry, a wave of heat hit his face, and the air was filled with the smell of roasting.

The flames shot straight into the sky, illuminating half of the sky.

But that's not the worst part.

What really surprised King Yan was that there were shouts of killing everywhere, screams from Hu people, cries for help, and shouts from the people of Qin to "sweep Hu Yi"!

Under the mixture of moonlight and firelight, Yan Wangxi could see how panicked the fleeing Huns were in the distance, and even farther away, he could even see the cavalry of the Qin army slashing and killing.

No wonder the Huns guarding him ran so fast. If he ran slowly in this scene and was caught up by the Qin army who attacked the camp, he might not be killed on the spot.

"Go away!"

Some embarrassed Huns galloped past him, almost knocking Yan Wangxi to the ground.

"horse?"

"Yes, the only way to escape is by riding a horse."

Yan Wangxi suddenly realized, and he ran to the place where the Xiongnu nobles were.

Compared with those Huns who might draw their swords and hack him to death at any time, those Huns nobles who knew him were undoubtedly better at speaking, and they were more likely to take him to escape from the chaos.

...

Just when Yan Wangxi was running wildly in the chaotic Huns camp.

An elite Qin army that entered the Huns' camp was also looking for him.

"Where is that King Yan who was locked up by your Shanyu? He is the one who wants to trade with us!"

Lu Wan stepped on the body of a small Xiongnu nobleman, her eyes were wide open, and spittle flew from her mouth.

Beside him, the translator who was specially brought along to translate, immediately converted into Hu language for quick inquiries.

The little Xiongnu nobles were full of fear, and after knowing what the Qin people meant, they quickly pointed in one direction.

"good!"

"Thank you!"

Lu Wan stabbed the Huns to death with a sword.

He raised his head, staring in that direction with red eyes.

Since being sent by the general from the short-handed soldiers to the army for training, although Lu Wan has been promoted all the way to the title of duke and official, and the position of two or five hundred lords, she always lacks passion and opportunities to make great contributions.

Now the general personally ordered him to be responsible for searching for Yan Wangxi's traces in the rebellious army. What kind of trust and favor is this.

He, Lu Wan, naturally couldn't live up to the general's expectations.

Not to mention, this was a great feat of capturing the king.

"King Yan, I want to capture King Yan!"

"Second and third sons, rush with me!"

As Lu Wan yelled, his infantry followed immediately, killing the Huns when they saw them along the way, all they wanted was to catch Yan Wangxi.

...

Yan Wangxi did not run a few steps, and sure enough, he saw a group of Xiongnu nobles galloping towards this side on horseback.

By the moonlight, he saw that the man on horseback was Huyan Tiao, the Duke of Zuo Gu of the Xiongnu, and he hurriedly shouted: "The Duke of Zuo Gu, save me, I am Yan..."

Whoosh!

The horse didn't slow down and charged straight over.

Hou Huyantiao, the left bone on the horse, had red eyes, as if he would kill anyone who blocked him.

Yan Wangxi was so frightened that he hurriedly dodged to the side.

The Huyans behind Huyan Tiao also wanted to flee for their lives, and they were aggressive, and some of them held bloody knives in their hands.

Yan Wangxi was so frightened that he trembled.

Now that the Qin army is setting fire and slaughtering everywhere, those Huns have no time to escape, who would have the mood to control him.

At this moment, he saw a few horses in the distance knocking away the fleeing people and running in this direction.

Under the firelight and moonlight, he saw a young man with a scar on his forehead sitting on the first horse.

He knows this person.

Yan Wangxi shouted again: "Prince Maodun, save me! I am Shan Yu's guest, if you save me, Shan Yu will love you!"

Yan Wangxi had stayed in the Huns for several years, and he had some understanding of Prince Modun's fall from favor in front of Touman Chanyu. At this critical moment, he was immediately inspired and called out.

Prince Modun was still a young man, and he was deeply worried about Touman Shanyu doting on his youngest son and gradually alienating him.

Now that he heard Yan Wangxi's call and recognized the other party's identity, he immediately hesitated and reined in his horse.

King Yan was overjoyed.

Sure enough, young people are easy to fool.

"Prince Modun, I'm on the same horse as you. If you take me away, Shan Yu will definitely dote on you afterwards."

Yan Wangxi couldn't help saying, he threw himself to Prince Modun's side, put his hand on the horse's back, and was about to climb up with all his might.

The guards of the princes nearby shouted: "Prince Modun, the people of Qin are in a hurry to catch up. They have cavalry. Bringing this old guy may delay the chance of escape!"

Mao Dun turned his head to look, and sure enough, he saw the screams of killing in the distance, and Qin Jun was already running towards him.

Now there is chaos everywhere, and the Qin army is chasing and killing everywhere again. I don't know how many people there are.

Bringing this old fellow along, I'm afraid it will really delay my escape. If he falls into the hands of the Qin people, it will really be the end of it.

Compared to his precious life, Shan Yu's love is nothing.

A cold light flashed in Mao Dun's eyes, and he looked at Yan Wangxi who was still struggling to climb the horse.

Yan Wangxi naturally also heard the words of the prince's personal guards, and he forced an ugly smile at Mao Dun.

"King Modun..."

"Go down you!"

With a low growl, Mao Dun turned around and kicked Yan Wangxi hard in the face.

Hearing the screams, Yan Wangxi was kicked off the horse and fell heavily to the ground.

"Walk!"

Mao Dun rode his horse forward, and the knights behind him followed suit.

As soon as Yan Wangxi struggled to get up from the ground, he was knocked over by a war horse. The heavy horse's hoof stepped directly on one of his legs. He heard a "click" and was crushed on the spot.

"Lonely leg!"

Yan Wangxi raised his head and let out a scream.

Fortunately, those Huns were only thinking about running for their lives, and they didn't have time to pay attention to him, so they ran away in a blink of an eye.

"Gu's leg, it hurts to death!"

King Yan burst into tears with joy and pain. He wanted to run, but he couldn't even stand up.

"Is Gu going to die here today?"

Yan Wangxi was desperate, he lay on the ground, sobbing.

"Goddess, you were able to help King Zhao strengthen the country in the past, but why can't you help the orphan restore the country today... woo woo woo..."

Yan Wangxi's leg was broken by the horse's hoof, and he had no hope of escaping. He could only use crying and chanting ghosts and gods to resist the pain in his body.

At some point, the shouts of killing from all around gradually died down.

Yan Wangxi's crying also stopped, as if he had sensed something.

He raised his head and looked south.

There, the moonlight in the sky is very bright, and the fire on the ground is so bright that it is dazzling.

In the dazzling light, Yan Wangxi saw many figures walking towards him.

Because of the light, he couldn't see the specific appearance of these people clearly. He could only see figures approaching one by one. They held weapons in their hands and walked mighty and majestic.

Just like the legendary heavenly soldiers.

Yan Wangxi cheered up immediately.

What Qin army, what Huns, all are not important now.

Yan Wangxi only wanted to believe that the one walking from the light was the heavenly soldier bestowed upon him by the goddess.

He propped his hands on the ground, raised his head, squinted his eyes and looked at the figure coming from the dazzling light.

He mustered all the strength in his body, and couldn't help shouting in Zhu Xia's elegant words: "I am the King of Yan!"

"Are you the heavenly soldiers sent by the goddess to save the orphan?"

There was a brief silence.

Then a big laugh broke out.

The figure approached, blocking the dazzling light.

Yan Wangxi saw clearly that the people in front of him were wearing thin black leather armor and holding special standard weapons in their hands.

Qin Jun.