Fierce Concubine: Reborn as a Vicious Queen

"Hurry up!" Su Yueming sat on the sedan chair and urged her. The paralysis of her legs and feet had not completely dissipated. She stepped on the ground and felt weak and weak, so she had to ride in the sedan chair and set off.

Along the way, her right eyelid kept twitching, and a feeling of uneasiness filled her heart.

Looking around, the smoke from the distance was rolling, which showed the tragic situation of the war.

Murong Canghai was about to annihilate the Great Zhou in one fell swoop, and mobilized 80,000 troops from Shengjing overnight. These 80,000 troops were all tiger and wolf troops, extremely fierce. The elite soldiers led by the prince were surrounded by groups, and the soldiers fighting fell one by one.

As the prince went on, there were fewer and fewer people around him.

"Your Highness, oh, the Qin soldiers have already connected the hole and we are surrounded." Feng Po said loudly after assassinating a Qin soldiers with one sword. He was injured and covered in blood.

Zhang Ying's angry face was scratched.

The prince looked around with sharp eyes—

The terror was everywhere, blood flowed into a river, and the sound of killing shook the sky. The soldiers fighting bloodyly fell down one by one, and the remaining people were filled with grief with powerlessness on their faces.

"Swish!" A long arrow roared, and the prince suddenly turned sideways, and the arrow shot in the air.

"Your Highness..." Song Siyuan's eyes were red, and he was also injured. His arms and shoulders were covered with bleeding wounds. He bit off a piece of his clothes and bandaged the wound on his arm, "Your Highness,

I can't escape."

This is a fierce battle, this is a fierce battle with no chance of victory, and death is gradually approaching everyone.

Murong Canghai's 80,000 tiger and wolf masters were like a curse. Everyone knew very well that it was almost impossible to go out alive now.

"Your Highness, stay with the brothers of Bei Yi and the Game. Let Prime Minister Song and General Song protect you from evacuating." As Qin soldiers approached, the surging crowds were like ants, Fengtao said.

"I didn't want to escape!" the prince said coldly.

"Your Highness, what do you mean..." Feng Po's heart suddenly tightened. He had been with the prince for so long, and he knew the prince's character very well.

The prince turned around, and his resolute gaze slowly swept across the people in front of him-

Every subordinate of his was seriously injured, and everyone's eyes were staring at him with hope, and their hope was all on him at this moment.

When the wind blows, his black jade-like hair flutters in the wind, with an elegant tragic sensation.

"Fengtao..." He spoke, his voice as if he was like a spring, calm and calm, "You, together with the two men of the game, the father and son of Prime Minister Song, led the east and west armies to break through. The palace left behind to command the army in the middle to buy time for you and others to evacuate.

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"Your Highness, no!"

When everyone heard this, they immediately knelt on their knees.

The left prime minister Song Chengru hugged his hand and said, "Your Highness is the crown prince of a country. He is burdened with the future of the Great Zhou Dynasty. How can you take risks with your own risk? The old minister is not willing to die, so the old minister leads the middle army to cover it. Several generals, you come to protect your highness.

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"No, father!" After hearing this, Song Siyuan immediately stopped him, "Let your son stay, you and Your Highness go together!"

"No, let Huye stay!"

"Let Beiye stay!"

For a moment, the Song father and son, Feng Po, Gambling and other generals demanded cover and let the prince leave first.

Everyone is passionate and eager to try.

The prince's eyes showed a look of relief, but he sternly said-

"Okay, don't argue anymore! My heart has decided. Everyone, there is not much time left, let's go!"