C6 Fight to the Death!

The leader is the remaining Centurion in the army.

"Princess, luckily the Princess is fine. Let's retreat quickly!"

He led sixty to seventy men and bowed to Zhaojun on the horse. Then, he urged the troops to surround Wang Zhaojun.

Chiang Kang's face suddenly darkened. He looked around the army but did not see Lian Chengyue.

"General Chen, where are the others?"

Wang Zhaojun asked without waiting for Chiang Kang to ask.

General Chen pulled his horse and turned around. "Princess, there is something you do not know. There are many thieves. We risked our lives to break out of the encirclement to protect the princess. The rest of the brothers are at the back. They are responsible for holding them back. "

When he arrived, he let out a long sigh. His eyes were fixed on the back. He shook his head and said to Wang Zhaojun, "Princess, there are many people on the other side. I'm afraid that they will not be able to hold on for long. Let's hurry up and leave. "

"Since you know that there are many people on the other side, why did you abandon your own people? If we leave. . . How can they hold on? Wouldn't they be defeated sooner? I'm not leaving. Hurry up and save them! "

Wang Zhaojun's words were very resolute and revealed some anger. She no longer had her usual soft and weak appearance that was devoid of emotion.

The Centurion immediately dismounted and knelt on the ground to speak to Wang Zhaojun, "The enemy is numerous and we are outnumbered. The princess should prioritize the overall situation. It is better to let the subordinates bring the princess back to the country first. "

"They are afraid of death. "

A cold sneer sounded from the side. The Centurion looked up and found that it was that strange person. He could not help but feel a little scared but still replied, "Mr. Chiang is powerful and Chen Bai is ashamed of being inferior to him. But now, the enemy is more than ten times more powerful than us. If we go back rashly, our deaths will not be worthy of pity. If the Princess loses. . . "

"If the princess loses, you will die for sure. Now, as long as you leave the people behind and bring the princess back to Great Qin, you will be able to save your life, right?" Chiang Kang said with a cold snort.

Chen Bai's facial expression changed a little, but because Wang Zhaojun was sitting on Chiang Kang's horse, he still had to kneel on the ground. He raised his head and said, "Mr. Chiang, if you turn around now, who can shoulder the responsibility of losing the princess?"

Although Chen Bai also had the intention of protecting himself, it would be a two-pronged plan if he wanted to retreat.

He would take his life and the princess's life. If he returned to the country, if the Emperor was happy, he might even give him credit. That would be a great thing.

"If I lose, it's all my fault. What does it have to do with others? General Chen did not need to say anything. He turned his horse back. No matter what, we can't leave them behind. "

Wang Zhaojun's face was as cold as ice, and she directly used a commanding tone to say.

"Princess, think twice!"

He was originally half kneeling, but now both his knees were on the ground. His hands pressed on the ground and he kowtowed towards Wang Zhaojun.

"No need to say anything. "

Wang Zhaojun waved her hand and raised her head to say to the remaining soldiers, "All soldiers, listen up. Immediately go back and save the trapped troops. From now on, the entire army will be led by Mr. Chiang. Anyone who dares to disobey will be violating my orders!"

Princess, Although she was an imperial princess, she was still a thousand years old in the empire. She was not someone these soldiers could fight against.

In addition, she had a powerful expert behind her. If she disobeyed the order, she had the ability and reason to punish anyone!

"Yes!"

Everyone dismounted, knelt down, and shouted in unison.

Chen Bai lowered his head, and an angry expression appeared on his face. When he looked at Chiang Kang, a trace of hatred flashed across his eyes.

"There's nothing much to say. If you treat those men in the distance as your brothers, follow me. If you don't treat them as your brothers, then stay here!"

Chiang Kang pulled out the steel spear from the ground and scanned the crowd.

"You!" Wang Zhaojun did not understand. Although she was kind, she was not stupid. She knew that people were afraid of death. What if all these people left at once? What should she do?

"We are willing!"

All the soldiers raised their heads, their eyes flashing with excitement. They stared at Chiang Kang and replied, leaving Wang Zhaojun flabbergasted.

"Good, very good! Since that was the case, everyone, listen up. Get on the horse! "

With a crashing sound, they grabbed their weapons and quickly mounted their horses.

"Although the enemy has a lot of people, they are just a bunch of random people in the mountains. Although we are few in number, we are the elite soldiers of the empire! If we lose to the bandits today, what face will we have when we return to the country? "

Chiang Kang had already turned his horse around and was ready to return. He turned around and shouted at the soldiers.

"I am willing to fight to the death!"

Everyone responded in unison and followed Chiang Kang's horse forward.

Along the way, they took a random horse and gave it to Wang Zhaojun to ride alone. Regarding this, although Chiang Kang felt it was a pity in his heart, he did not have a different attitude. After all, hugging Zhaojun was a pleasure, and killing enemies would definitely be strenuous.

Although a beauty is good, she must have the fortune to enjoy it.

The cold wind blew across the snow and created a whirlwind. On the boundless white mountain peak, only a figure was left kneeling on the ground.

He used his cold eyes to stare at the people and horses that were far away. Two streams of white smoke came out of his nose and made a cold sound.

General You is dead. He was originally the leader of this group of people. Now that Wang Zhaojun had taken his military authority with one sentence, he felt hatred in his heart.

"Since you all want to go back and die, I won't stop you. "

He stood up and took out his spear from the ground. He turned around and climbed onto the horse. He gritted his teeth and muttered to himself, "Now Zhaojun must die. If I go back, the First Emperor will definitely kill me to vent his anger. I might as well switch to someone else. "

As he spoke, the cold light in his eyes became even more intense. In the desolate Northern Plains, forces were everywhere. If there was a good relationship between them, there would definitely be bad opponents.

After losing Zhaojun, he would become a sinner of Great Qin. Instead of being a criminal waiting to be killed, he might as well take his life.

Chiang Kang, who was walking on the snow, would never have thought that he would be so merciful. He actually let a great enemy go and buried a disaster for himself.

On the other side, in the snow camp, over thirty black figures were in a sorry state. They were surrounded by nearly a thousand bandits dressed in plain clothes and were on top of a mountain behind Zhaojun's tent.

"Listen up, the people on top. Tell us where Zhaojun is and we will be spared from death!"

A big bearded man came out of the mountain bandits. He rode on a horse and held a large axe in his hand. He wore green armor and had a grassland windproof hat on his head. He had a fierce look on his face.

His voice was like thunder, and it was precisely this person who had shouted.

"Don't even think about it! You bandits who don't know the difference between life and death, the five continents of the world! Who doesn't know the heavenly might of our Great Qin?! How dare all of you have designs on Zhaojun? Wait until my Great Qin soldiers arrive! Don't even think about getting half a chance to live!"

A young man's voice came from the top of the mountain. Although he was a little weak, he was neither servile nor overbearing. Under such circumstances, he did not reveal any signs of fear.

The cold wind blew the branches, blowing the falling snow on the ground. The air on the top of the mountain became colder. Lian Chengyue's small face was covered with cold blood, and the black armor on his body became heavier.

His body stood up strangely, and his left foot seemed to have lost all strength, as if he was going to kneel down.

He was shot in the calf.

"Well said! I'd rather die than surrender! The bandits of the grassland actually want to touch the princess of Great Qin. What a joke! "

A burly man who was over thirty years old, his body trembling non-stop, opened his voice and replied.

He was the direct leader of Lian Chengyue, the lowest ranking officer in Great Qin - a small sergeant.

He was just thinking about his family in the distant Central Plains. They were on fire in winter nights and rarely went out during the day. A widow was holding an orphan, quietly waiting for the support of her family to come back.

His back was already covered in blood. The armor that was slightly thicker than ordinary soldiers was split open. The hand holding the long spear shook non-stop. He looked towards the south and poured the tears back into his eyes.

"Madam, don't wait any longer. I'm afraid I won't be able to come back this time. "

He bitterly muttered in his heart. He restrained his grief, and his eyes once again flickered with a resolute light. The tip of his spear pointed towards the bottom of the mountain.

"A bunch of reckless things. They have traveled a long distance. No matter how overbearing Ying Zheng is, he can't reach here!"

The bandit with the axe laughed coldly. He raised the axe in his hand and roared, "Since you all want to die, Grandpa Cheng will fulfill your wish today! Kill!"

"Kill!"

Thousands of bandits below the mountain shouted, their voices causing the snow to tremble. Dragging their blood-stained weapons, they charged towards the last mountain peak.

The sergeants threw their helmets, which had lost their long tassels, onto the ground. They shouted at the soldiers, "At this point, there is no hope of survival. All the soldiers must fight to the death. We, the Black Armored Army, are loyal!"

"Fight to the death!"

Sorrow and sorrow roared out from the mouths of the soldiers. They straightened their spears, wore armor with blood, and rushed down the mountain.

What they defended was not that great and cruel king, but rather the land that brought them endless glory.

The glory of the empire ignited their boiling blood, burning within their bodies, bursting forth with the last of their strength.