The eldest princess is obsessed with rebellion, but there are six male protagonists

As the saying goes, one won’t turn back until he sees the south wall. General Shen is the south wall for the little prince of the Northern Tartars.

Seeing General Shen holding a huge axe and cutting people like cutting melons on the battlefield, the little prince of the Northern Tartars was so frightened that his hands and feet turned cold and he was so scared that he could hardly hold the knife.

This is the fear that comes from the depths of the soul, it is the physiological fear that the little prince of Beilu cannot control. This fear has haunted the little prince of Beilu throughout his life like a devil.

The little prince of Beilu realized that under the shadow of Shen Quan, it would be impossible for him to capture the emperor of the Great Mu Dynasty alive.

As long as he is alive, there will be a day for him to make a comeback. Without saying a word, the little prince of the Northern Tartars turned his horse around and galloped towards the royal court, towards the Goddess Lake, and towards his home!

Since the king had fled, how could others still fight to the death? The remaining northern barbarian troops immediately scattered like birds and beasts, fleeing in panic.

The Northern Tartar Army was about to flee, and General Yan was anxious:

"Surrounded! Surrounded! Don't let any one escape!"

However, although the Da Mu Dynasty had a large number of people, they were all ambushed troops on the mountain. They were all infantry and had no horses.

If the infantry wants to retain the cavalry, the most important thing is to restrict the movement of the horses.

If you want to restrict the horses, you have to rely on the terrain, like a city wall or a narrow strip of sky.

Or relying on tools, such as carbines and rolling stones, can effectively limit the mobility of cavalry.

In this vast grassland, it is really difficult for infantry to restrict cavalry with just a knife or a gun.

Although General Yan led his troops and saved some lives of the Northern Barbarians, there were still nearly a hundred remaining Northern Barbarians who gradually broke away from the siege of the Damu Dynasty and rode away.

General Yan was unable to catch up and could not help but sigh:

"Forget it, forget it. Don't chase after a desperate enemy. He is lucky."

At this time, two tall horses rushed out from the Damu Dynasty's team, one as white as the moon in front, and the other as red as charcoal fire behind, one in front and one behind, closely chasing the remnants of the Northern Tartar army.

The pursuers were Su Fengyi and Shen Quan.

When General Yan's personal soldiers saw this, they hurriedly asked General Yan:

"General, what should we do? The general and the emperor are alone deep in the enemy's territory. Should we send reinforcements to support them as soon as possible?"

General Yan looked at the two people going away, and at Su Fengyi's hair fluttering in the wind without a crown, and couldn't help but mutter in his heart, why does he feel like this emperor is a woman?

I heard that the eldest princess and the emperor are twin siblings who look exactly the same. This time, General Shen was murdered and imprisoned, but he was able to escape death and successfully get out of trouble, all thanks to the eldest princess's rescue at the execution ground and mediation in the court.

General Yan had a flash of inspiration. Could it be that the emperor was actually the eldest princess in disguise?

It’s not enough that the princess saved General Shen, but she also traveled thousands of miles to the front line of the battlefield?

There's something interesting between these two.

General Yan pondered over the unusual situation, but since it was just his own wild guess, he did not tell anyone else and only said to his personal soldiers:

"Support? There are only two of us and a hundred of them. I have the advantage. Why do I need support?"

General Yan pointed at the crack of sky behind him where there were shouts of fighting and flashes of fire:

"It is time for us to rush back to the battlefield and make achievements!"

Let's just go with these two. Without General Shen, there's one less person to compete with him for heads. Thinking of this, General Yan rushed to the battlefield of Yixiantian like a hungry tiger pouncing on its food:

"Kill the northern barbarians and take the first place! Soldiers, follow me into battle and kill the enemy!"

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Su Fengyi dared to go alone to chase the little prince of the Northern Tartars after careful consideration.

It is better to use the remaining courage to pursue the enemy. There are only a hundred people left around the little prince of the Northern Tartars, and their morale is completely gone. If we do not seize this opportunity to destroy him completely and let him escape unscathed, letting the tiger go back to the mountains will cause endless troubles.

Moreover, as the northern barbarians are invading in large numbers today, he must pay the price with blood, make him suffer, make him afraid, and make him terrified.

As long as the Beilu generation remembers the fate of the little Beilu prince, they will never dare to think of robbing anything again. If they want something, they must know the rules and be polite, and spend money to buy it or exchange it for a horse.

Otherwise, whoever dares to come again will definitely pay the price in blood. The head of the little prince of the Northern Tartars is a precedent.

Moreover, her horse is faster than the Northern Barbarians' and can also have a long range. Even if the Northern Barbarians stop running away and instead besiege her, she is not afraid. The worst that can happen is that she can just run away if she can't defeat them.

Unexpectedly, General Shen's mount ran faster than her and passed her like a ball of fire.

Su Fengyi originally thought that General Shen was here to persuade her to go back, but it turned out that General Shen was even crazier than her. He single-handedly attacked the remaining Northern Tartar troops, leaving only one sentence in the wind:

"Your Highness, cover me."

General Shen was good at close combat while she was at long-range attack. One close by, the other far away, they coordinated with each other. They chased for dozens of miles, killing one person every ten steps, and vowed to wipe out the invading northern enemy troops.

The two men fought till the sky was dark, from the rising sun until the sun was high in the sky. Su Fengyi had used up all the arrows he brought with him, so he picked up the quiver of a dead Northern Tartar soldier to use. General Shen's axe was also stained red with blood.

The little prince of the Northern Tartars saw that the number of people around him was decreasing, from nearly a hundred people to only a dozen. His eyes were red, and hatred was overwhelming in his heart. He was almost angry to the point of going insane.

The little prince of the Northern Tartars knew that if he continued like this, he would have nowhere to escape. He learned his lesson, turned his horse around, and shouted:

"There are only two of them, and we are many. Let's go together and kill him!"

More than a dozen people surrounded General Shen together. The little prince of the Northern Tartars forced himself to suppress his natural fear of Shen Quan.

At this desperate moment, for the first time in his life, the little prince of the Northern Tartars did not resort to secret assassination, but raised his sword against General Shen openly on the battlefield.

As a result, when he finally raised the knife, there was suddenly the sound of arrows piercing the air, coming towards him, three in a row, piercing his body.

The little prince of the Northern Tartars widened his eyes in shock and fell straight down from his horse. He felt severe pain all over his body and struggled to get up but couldn't. The only sound around him was the sound of his subordinates falling off their horses.

After a while, there was no more shouting, and the surroundings were so quiet that it seemed as if only heaven and earth were left.

The little prince of the Northern Tartars was bleeding profusely and could not move. He watched helplessly as the emperor of the Great Mu Dynasty came over and asked him condescendingly:

"That letter, was it you?"

The little prince of Beilu looked at the emperor in shock. From such a close distance, with this voice, this appearance, this figure, he finally realized that the emperor of the Great Mu Dynasty was actually a woman. He actually lost to a woman on the battlefield!

The little prince of the Northern Tartars was unwilling to accept this, and shouted with a broken and bloody voice:

"So what if it's me? He used the letter to alienate my people, so I can naturally use the letter to kill him!

Who are you, who are you? "

Su Fengyi picked up the long sword of the little prince of Beilu and said with a smile:

"On the way to the underworld, don't make any mistakes. The one who killed you is the eldest princess of the Great Mu Dynasty, Su Fengyi!"

Anyone who offends the Great Mu Dynasty and harms my 150,000 heroic souls must be punished!

Su Fengyi thrust the long knife fiercely into the body of the little prince of the Northern Tartars, looked at the invader coldly, and died with his eyes open. In this life, he would never be able to take even a single step into the realm of Great Mu.