A rebellious minister forced me to be a foolish king

Chapter 770 Uncle and Nephew Fight
In front of the battlefields of the two countries, the green grass was exposed as yellow soil due to the trampling of soldiers and horses in recent days. This morning was a rare sunny day, and the horses' hooves actually raised fine dust.

The chevaux de frise in front of the Qi army suddenly moved aside, and a young general came out amid the cheers of the generals.

This young general wore a phoenix-wing helmet and a very familiar golden battle armor. He was riding astride a black warhorse and holding a long sword in his hand. He sat on the horse with his back straight. Both he and the horse exuded a calm and majestic demeanor. Not to mention how heroic he looked.

The general of the Zhou State opposite wore a golden mask, with his hair tied up in a bun without a single strand out of place. He wore a black robe and golden armor, with a strong bow slung over his back, and sat on a white horse, looking dignified and noble.

These two people seem to be very well-behaved, but their behavior is more unusual and crazy than the other.

Yuan Zizhu looked at the young general of Qi in front of him, who looked very heroic but had the face of his niece, and sneered.

If he did not lead a large army to attack the city, both armies would be surrounded by a group of brave soldiers, and a few fierce generals would come out to fight one-on-one. Although it might seem like a small fight, it was rare for someone to knock someone off his horse like Li Guojiu on the opposite side, without taking him as a prisoner, but simply humiliating and torturing him, and provoking the State of Qi.

In a real fight, one of his shots could mean a death.

In front of the Zhou army, there was a short-haired man with two long braids. He shouted arrogantly at Yuan Wuyou from more than ten feet away, asking her if she had put on Lanling King's armor!
Yuan Wuyou didn't say anything, but took the opportunity to draw his sword from behind and urged his horse to charge to the front of the formation. Standing proudly on the bare ground, Yuan Zizhuo stood out like a crane among chickens, with the golden mask on his face shining.

As the young general came forward with his sword, he took the initiative!
General Zhou, wearing a golden mask, slowly held the gun and stick with both hands, and measured the blocking distance with his fingers.

Because they had just fought for two days, Yuan Wuyou remembered his moves very clearly. He just had an extra spear, which looked quite intimidating, but she knew that he was also good at using a sword.

"Bang!" The spears and swords collided, and the two men riding black and white horses started fighting.

As soon as they started fighting, Yuan Wuyou discovered that although Yuan Zizhu's spear was flexible and light, it was not heavy. It was as if he had taken someone else's weapon on the spot and he was not very skilled in using it.

As a result, within just two moves, she saw through why he was used to knocking down his opponent quickly, because if he hit him a few more times, his weaknesses would be exposed.

It just so happened that the blade of the Chixiao sword in Yuan Wuyou's hand was thin at the edges and thick in the middle, so he could block this kind of weapon for a while. He focused on being steady and able to change at will.

Yuan Wuyou really beat him with one hand, and even their body movements and martial arts were quite similar. It was just that he underestimated her at the beginning, or did not use his full strength, so he could always fight her to a draw.

But Yuan Wuyou was more flexible and fierce! The two of them were fighting on horseback. Their legs were almost twisted from clamping their legs around the horse's belly, and they had to control their upper bodies to fight this aggressive uncle!

Once she found the right opportunity, she wanted to knock the spear out of his hand.

At this moment, Yuan Wuyou saw a silver light out of the corner of her eye. It was from the Zhou army. Suddenly, someone shot an arrow at her!
Yuan Wuyou quickly raised his arrow and chopped down the small arrow, but Yuan Zizhuo beside him took the opportunity to attack him and stabbed him in the throat!
——When his life was hanging by a thread, fortunately Yuan Wuyou had been prepared for Yuan Zizhuo's chance to take advantage of the situation and launch a sneak attack, so he hurriedly leaned back to avoid it, and took the opportunity to slash the butt of the white horse under his crotch with his sword!
The horse was frightened and in pain, so it naturally kicked its tail and ran a few steps away with Yuan Zizhu on its back.

The opponent's mount was out of control, which gave Yuan Wuyou a chance to adjust his combat posture and slow down.

The two of them were fighting on unequal terms from the beginning. She had an injury on her left arm, and even though she could hide it by wielding the sword with her right hand, it was exposed as soon as she exerted force with her left hand.

And Zhou Guo took advantage of the close distance to shoot arrows at her, which was exactly the same unscrupulous means as before.

It would have been strange for Yuan Wuyou to beat Yuan Zizhui if her opponent hadn't let her off, but she actually won with her stubbornness!
As soon as she cut Yuan Zizhu's elbow with a sword, he suddenly leaned over the horse's back and spurred the horse to run back! Yuan Wuyou urged the horse to chase her out of habit. The general in front of him with a golden mask looked back at her with horror, but she had just run two steps when he suddenly shot out a gun from his arms!
Although this sudden attack was unexpected, Yuan Wuyou had anticipated it. So she quickly dodged it, but unexpectedly, another silver light flashed in front of her!

"Hmm!" Yuan Wuyou had just dodged Yuan Zizhu's sudden attack when a low-altitude arrow shot hit his left hand.

She felt her left hand go numb instantly. She only had time to take a look at the three-inch arrow on the back of her left hand before she lost consciousness. The horse didn't stop yet and she fell stiffly under it.

This arrow is poisonous!
Yuan Wuyou felt dizzy in an instant, and he seemed to hear an uproar in Qi State.

She thought to herself that she was in trouble this time and had lost the old man!
Just as she was struggling to get up with her numb and trembling body, she saw Zhou Guo's gang rushing towards her with sacks and ropes. They quickly covered her head, tied her hands behind her back while she couldn't see, and carried her away.

Didn't they say that this old guy doesn't take prisoners? He did this just to kidnap her, right?

Just a few steps away, Yuan Wuyou felt like he was thrown onto a wooden board, making a crisp sound of wood hitting another board.

The people around her didn't say anything, but she could feel that the space was cramped and narrow. Several palace soldiers surrounded her, and the atmosphere was depressing.

Yuan Wuyou had been kidnapped too frequently in recent days, so she had a plan even if she was caught off guard. She secretly opened the knife in the white jade ring given to her by Wan Yuwuyou on her middle finger and quickly cut the coarse hemp rope tied around her wrist.

After his hands were freed, Yuan Wuyou immediately retracted his sword to avoid scratching himself. He then tore open the sack covering his head and pulled out the short sharp wrist knife hidden in the scabbard from his wrist guard.

Yuan Wuyou held the sharp dagger protruding from his wrist guard and took advantage of the chaos to stab anyone he saw.

So the few soldiers who had just restrained her didn't expect that she had easily untied the ropes, and they were stabbed by her in an instant. Blood splattered everywhere, and they let out a series of wailing roars.

She is like a loach, so slippery that you can't catch her!
When she pulled off the sack that was blocking her vision, the first thing Yuan Wuyou saw when she regained her sight was a person sitting behind a white gauze curtain opposite her.

The man had a jade-like face, a high ponytail, and wore a pale yellow shirt with wide sleeves.

He was sitting on the floor of the carriage, with several soldiers kneeling beside him, howling in pain. They even looked up and complained to him:

"Your Majesty! I am incompetent and cannot restrain this brat!"

"Your Majesty, why did you insist on arresting this brat?"

The person behind the gauze curtain slowly raised her sleeves, parting the white gauze on both sides to reveal a slender and well-proportioned hand, so white that the joints were almost invisible.

His tone was cold:
"You are indeed incompetent! Why don't you step down?"

"what?"

The few soldiers who were kneeling on the ground were dumbfounded, but they still obeyed the person next to them and signaled the people closest to the outside to get off first.