The Prodigal Son of the Empire

Hong Wu said: "Yan is just a small country, and it can muster 40 troops. Although it may not be all of them, it must have taken a lot of effort. How many more can there be?"

"This time it's going to hurt my muscles and bones."

"Broken bones?"

Wang Kang said coldly: "This time, they won't be able to turn over at all. This is my goal!"

"Murong Zhao must have been in a hurry to march, thinking that when he arrived at Shiwen Pass, he would be able to sit back and relax without worry. He was really wrong. When he first saw hope, he would experience despair again!"

"Send the order, go faster, and try to wipe out all the Yan troops before Shiwen Pass!"

"Yes!"

The army marches.

Wang Kang's side is very mobile, and the Yan army is already exhausted, so how fast can they go? The speed of the two sides is constantly approaching.

Another day passed like this.

"Hurry up! Keep your spirits up, we are about to reach Shiwen Pass, and we will be safe there!"

General Yan Jun is doing the final mobilization.

Hearing this, those numb Yan soldiers finally had some light in their eyes.

Shiwenguan, of course they know, because they entered the pass from here, and they invaded Zhao country, but now they have to leave in embarrassment.

As long as you pass Shiwen Pass, you can return to Yan Country!

Finally going back.

Everyone wanted to end the painful experience of attacking Zhao.

"Finally going back!"

Murong Zhao walked out, stood on the shaft of the car, and murmured in a low voice.

His mood was extremely complicated, and he was unwilling to the extreme...

He couldn't help but look back. Originally, this place should have turned into Yantu, but he didn't even have a firm foothold, so he returned in defeat!

When will you come next time?

After this, the national strength has been greatly damaged. Where can I find such a good time to attack again?

Murong Zhao was thinking, suddenly startled, in his line of sight, several black shadows appeared from a distance.

That's a war horse!

That is... Wang Kang's army?

Chapter 8 is actually useless!

Seeing the Yan army appearing in front of him, Wang Kang's eyes froze, and he finally caught up.

It is only five or six miles away from Shiwen Pass. Murong Zhao may think that he is safe, but he is destined to be disappointed...

A cold arc flashed at the corner of Wang Kang's mouth, then he drew out his sword and waved his finger, shouting loudly: "Yan army ahead!"

"Kill me!"

"kill!"

With an order, all the troops were dispatched, with a magnificent momentum, like a torrent rushing, sweeping away...

For a moment, Yan Jun was so frightened.

Murong Zhao's expression turned extremely ugly.

Still here!

Still here!

And with so many troops, what can we do to resist them? Can we see these tired and defeated soldiers?

"His Royal Highness!"

At this moment, a general hurriedly shouted: "The enemy is attacking aggressively. Get into the carriage quickly, and I will escort you to go first!"

"No!"

Murong Zhao shook his head and said: "At this point, I should advance and retreat together with the soldiers, how can I go first?"

"move!"

"His Royal Highness, now is not the time to talk about this."

"No!"

"My palace won't leave."

"General Fan, His Highness the Crown Prince, please."

At this moment, Che Zhou walked over from the side.

Murong Zhao immediately scolded: "Che Zhou, what do you mean, you are just a halberd master now, what do you want?"

"His Royal Highness!"

Che Zhou directly knelt on the ground, and said in a deep voice: "It's all my fault to be here today, if I hadn't defeated Wang Kang, how could I have come here!"

"It's not a pity for the last general to die, but your highness is a man of gold, and you can't make any mistakes...so, offended!"

Che Zhou stood up after speaking.

"What are you going to do?"

Murong Zhao looked at him coldly.

But Che Zhou directly jumped onto the shaft of the car, hitting Murong Zhao on the back of the neck before he could react.

Murong Zhao passed out directly.

"Che Zhou, what are you doing?"

The expressions of the surrounding people changed drastically, and they quickly surrounded him, pointing at each other coldly.

However, there was no change in the carriage, he put Murong Zhao into the carriage, and then said to the previous general: "General Fan, please, no matter what, you must send His Highness the Crown Prince back to the Kingdom of Yan!"