The Pretty Wife of General Jinxiu Huanian

Chapter 44 Battlefield Crisis

Yunxi was in the Marquis's Mansion, sighing and groaning all day long, with a sad face and a worried heart.

Thousands of miles away, on the battlefield, smoke billowed and the sounds of killing shook the heavens. The prince, clad in heavy armor, gripped the long sword tightly in his hand, his eyes as sharp as a knife, revealing a fierceness.

The soldiers behind him all had tense faces and looked very nervous. They were ready to fight and fight.

Lieutenant General Li Meng, his face covered in blood, stumbled and hurried to the prince, shouting at the top of his voice: "Prince, this is not good!

The enemy is coming like crazy, with such force that our defenses are about to collapse!"

The prince's brows knitted into a big knot, his eyes glared, and he shouted at the top of his voice: "What are you afraid of!

"Hold on! No one is allowed to retreat! We must not let the enemy break through our defense!" After saying this, he swung his sword with an awe-inspiring gesture.

Li Meng wiped the blood from his face and said through gritted teeth, "Your Majesty, I, Li Meng, leave my life to you. Fight them to the death!"

The prince glared at him and roared, "Stop talking nonsense! Prepare to meet the enemy!"

The prince took a step forward, stood firmly on his feet, stared straight at the enemy troops rushing in front of him, and held his chest high.

Seeing the prince's appearance, the soldiers also gathered their strength and gripped their weapons tightly.

At this time, the enemy troops came like a tide, and their armor gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

The prince brandished his sword, led his troops and engaged in a desperate battle with the enemy.

He dodged the enemy's spear by leaning sideways, then swung his sword back and knocked the enemy to the ground.

His movements were clean and efficient, without any delay, but the enemy forces were numerous and kept coming.

"Brothers, follow me!" the prince shouted, waving the sword in his hand, his eyes wide open, veins bulging on his forehead, and he looked like an angry King Kong.

He led the troops in a swift and furious attack, and every swing of his sword was accompanied by a sharp sound of wind, as if he wanted to cut down all the enemy troops.

However, an elite force suddenly appeared in the enemy army, all of them were highly skilled in martial arts and well-trained.

The prince's side gradually fell into disadvantage. The enemy troops marched in unison, their attacks fierce and accurate, and the prince's soldiers found it increasingly difficult to cope.

"Your Highness, be careful!" A soldier pushed the prince away suddenly, but was pierced through the chest by the enemy's spear.

The soldier's eyes widened, blood spurted from his mouth, and his hands were still tightly grasping the spear, trying to prevent the enemy from continuing to attack the prince.

The prince's eyes were bloodshot and he roared, "Bastard!" He was like a mad lion, slashing at the enemy with the sword in his hand, and instantly killed the enemy who killed the soldiers.

But more enemy troops surrounded him, and the prince suffered more wounds. His clothes were stained with blood, and his face was also stained with blood, but he still gritted his teeth and fought hard.

In the chaos, the prince's horse was cut down by the enemy, and he fell heavily to the ground. Before he could stand up, several enemy soldiers surrounded him, with spears pointed at his vital points.

The prince's eyes flashed, and he rolled on the ground, avoiding the fatal attack.

At this critical moment, Li Meng, the deputy general, rushed over with a group of soldiers. Li Meng was a strong man with a full beard. At this moment, he was waving a big knife and shouting, "My Lord, I'm coming!"

He risked his life to rescue the prince.

"Prince, are you okay?" Li Meng asked anxiously. Li Meng's face was full of concern, and sweat mixed with blood flowed down.

The prince gritted his teeth, stood up, and spat out a mouthful of blood: "I'm fine, keep fighting!"

After saying that, he returned to the battlefield with his sword in hand.

The battlefield was littered with corpses and rivers of blood. The prince looked at the tragic scene before him, his heart filled with grief and indignation.

"Pass on my order, concentrate the troops and attack the enemy's right wing!" The prince made a decisive decision.

The prince was clad in battle armor and a helmet, his eyes blazing with determination and resolve. He brandished his sword and roared orders, a voice that seemed to pierce the heavens and sent the blood boiling among the surrounding soldiers.

The soldiers received the order and rushed towards the enemy's right wing like a tide. However, the enemy seemed to have been prepared. They quickly adjusted their formation, raised their shields, and formed a solid defensive line.

For a time, the two sides fell into a stalemate.

At this time, the enemy's archers began to shoot arrows. The rain of arrows was so dense that it shot towards the prince's army like locusts.

"Get down! Get out of the way!" the prince shouted at the top of his lungs. However, many soldiers were still shot and fell, some screaming, others simply falling silent. The scene was horrific.

The prince was extremely anxious. His eyes widened, veins bulged on his forehead, and sweat kept running down his cheeks.

He knew very well that this was not a solution.

"Li Meng, take a team of troops and go around from the rear to attack the enemy's food supplies!" the prince shouted.

Li Meng, a man with a full beard and a burly figure, clasped his fists and replied, "Don't worry, Your Majesty, I will definitely fulfill my mission!"

After saying that, he turned around and left quickly with a team of elite soldiers.

The prince continued to command the battle at the front line. His voice was hoarse, but still full of power.

"Charge! Don't retreat!" He waved his sword and led the troops, his posture like a god of war.

Suddenly, a fierce general rushed out from the enemy army. He was tall, with a broad back and a face full of flesh. He held a big knife that shone with cold light in his hand and rushed straight towards the prince.

"Who are you?" the prince shouted angrily, staring at the other person.

"I'm going to kill you!" the fierce general responded loudly, swinging his sword towards the prince, the sword making a whistling sound.

The prince was not afraid and raised his sword to meet the enemy. He dodged the opponent's fierce attack by moving sideways and then stabbed with his sword.

The two men fought back and forth, their swords and knives clashed, making clanging sounds, and the fight was difficult to determine.

At this moment, the fierce general saw an opportunity and slashed at the prince's leg. The prince staggered and almost fell.

"Your Highness!" the soldiers around him exclaimed.

A look of pain instantly appeared on the prince's face, but he gritted his teeth and held on, his eyes full of stubbornness and indomitable spirit.

The prince endured the severe pain and continued to fight with the fierce general. He saw the right moment, took a step forward, and stabbed the fierce general in the chest with his sword.

The fierce general's eyes widened as he collapsed to the ground. The prince was also seriously injured and his vision went dark, and he almost fainted.

"Your Highness, you must hold on!" The soldiers gathered around, their faces full of concern and anxiety.

The prince was panting heavily, his face pale, but he forced himself to say, "I'm fine, keep killing the enemy!"

The situation on the battlefield became increasingly critical, and the prince and his army were in dire straits.