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Chapter 1019 Only escaped with his life
"not good!"

"Han army!"

"The Han army is here!!!"

The sudden appearance of the "Han army" threw the already struggling army into a panic.

Before Prince Bo's army could react, immediately...
"Heavenly lightning—punish them!"

As soon as Moroko finished speaking, a deafening roar erupted.

boom! Boom boom boom!
Explosions echoed through the valley, and the army formation behind Prince Bodiao was instantly engulfed in flames. The "heavenly thunder" that rained down from the sky sent the Kushan elite troops flying, their horses neighing in terror, and the soldiers scattering in panic.

Seeing the promising situation reversed in an instant, Prince Bo Diao found himself isolated and trapped.
"Impossible!" Prince Bo Diao roared, gripping the reins. "How could the Han army be here!"

"This is Moroko's trick!"

Teacher Fathe spurred his horse forward and grabbed Prince Bodiao's reins: "He's only using Han Chinese weapons and flags!"

That's right, of course there were no Han troops.

After obtaining the "Heavenly Thunder Artifact," Moroko quickly commissioned the forging of a batch of inferior Han army flags. Those crooked and grotesque scribbles could only fool uneducated outsiders.

But coincidentally, the vast majority of Kushans' understanding of Chinese characters was indeed limited to scribbling; it was enough to fool them.

Faced with the series of explosions and the Han army's ambush, raining down arrows, the morale of the Bo Diao army collapsed. The soldiers cried out in terror, "The Han army is coming!" and their formation completely crumbled. Taking advantage of this, Moroko's ambush troops attacked from all sides, dividing and surrounding Prince Bo Diao's forces.

"All troops, listen to my command! Break out to the southeast!" Prince Bo Diao shouted the order with all his might, only to find that his own banners were already heavily surrounded by the enemy.

Teacher Fathe suddenly grabbed Prince Botiao's arm: "Your Highness, this old minister has a plan." He pointed to a guard beside him who resembled Prince Botiao, "Have him put on your armor and lead the main force to continue the breakout. You, on the other hand, change into civilian clothes and escape with the princess through the western path."

"No! How could I?"

"Your Highness!" Fath interrupted sharply, "Miss Dina's oracle foretold that you would become king! If you die here today, wouldn't the oracle have been rendered meaningless?!"

Prince Bodiao looked at his sister Samira's terrified face, then at the approaching enemy army in the distance, and finally gritted his teeth and nodded.

A quarter of an hour later, the double dressed as Prince Botiao raised the royal banner and led the remaining troops in a charge to the southeast. Meanwhile, the real Prince Botiao changed into ordinary soldier's clothes and, with Princess Samira under the protection of more than twenty elite guards, quietly made his way west along the mountain path.

Teacher Fatkh remained where he was, watching the prince depart before turning to the remaining soldiers and shouting, "Today we will die for our country! Follow me and kill—!"

A raging fire broke out in the valley. Fath ordered his men to set fire to the supplies and provisions, creating chaos. He himself stood in the center of the fire, spear in hand, facing the onrushing enemy troops.
"Brother, look!" Princess Samira suddenly pointed into the distance.

Prince Bodiao looked back and saw thick smoke rising from the valley, with the royal banner still standing faintly in the firelight. His eyes instantly welled up with tears—his teacher had risked his life to buy him time.

"Go!" Prince Bo Diao cracked his whip and galloped into the depths of the mountain path with his sister.

However, just as they rounded a ridge, a group of more than a hundred soldiers suddenly appeared in front of them—it was Moroko's troops who had been lying in ambush on the surrounding mountain roads!

"Hahaha, trying to run away? Where do you think you're going!"

The bearded general at the head of the group laughed heartily.

Although he didn't recognize Prince Bodiao, it didn't matter; Moroko's task for him was to intercept any enemies trying to escape.

"Kill them all!"

At the command, arrows rained down from both sides, and the ambushing troops in front swarmed forward.

This caused Prince Bo to be wounded by an arrow, and his personal guards who were following him also fell off their horses and to the ground.

"Brother!" Samira cried out in despair as she was being protected.

Just then, a horn blared from the vanguard, and dozens of black-clad knights suddenly charged in, led by a masked woman. They attacked from behind, catching the governor's troops off guard and throwing them into disarray, quickly breaching their lines.

"Is the prince here?" the woman asked briefly. "Miss Dina sent us to meet His Highness."

"Miss Dina?!"

The prince and princess had no time to ask any questions. They hurriedly stepped forward to identify themselves, and then the woman led out two magnificent Akhal-Teke horses: "Please come with us immediately."

"Want to leave? Did you even ask me?!"

The leader of the intercepting army was enraged by the scene and personally led his soldiers to surround the enemy.

However, these black-clad knights were all elite warriors, and the prince who obtained the steed was even more unstoppable.

"Get out of my way!"

The prince roared and signaled his guards to protect his sister. He then mounted his horse and drew his sword to fight the general who was blocking his way.

The two exchanged blows, their swords clashing and clanging, but after only three or five rounds, the leading general cried out in pain and fell from his horse.

"Boss?!"

"Damn it! Stop them! Don't let them get away!"

Amidst the ambush, cries of pain and shouts erupted, but Prince Bodiao had already unleashed his power like a tiger released from its cage, his sword flashing and blood and flesh flying in his wake. The black-clad knights, in perfect unison, protected Princess Samira, and with the prince clearing the way, they fought their way through a bloody path.

"Go!" the masked woman commanded, and the group spurred their horses into a gallop. Arrows rained down from behind, but they were ultimately a step too late.

As they rested briefly atop the mountain, Prince Bodiao looked back at the burning valley.

In the firelight, his once cheerful expression was completely gone, replaced by a deep sense of gloom and hatred.

"Morokhahan people"

"If I don't take revenge for this, I swear I won't be a human being!"

"Brother, your injury." Samira hesitated before speaking.

Prince Bodiao then noticed an arrow lodged in his shoulder, blood soaking half of his robe. He gritted his teeth and broke off the arrow shaft: "It's alright, let's get out of here first."

The veiled woman said softly, "Your Highnesses, Miss Dina said that only with the help of Indra's power can we defeat that demon. Now, we should go to the temple."

"I'm afraid it's too late."

Prince Bo Diao's face was bitter.

Just then, countless figures appeared on the mountain path in the distance—Moroko's army was searching the mountain!
"Your Highness, please follow me this way," the veiled woman said decisively.

Guided by the woman, the group arrived at a hidden cave, inside which was a deep tunnel.

At the end of the tunnel, illuminated by a few torches, a small boat rested quietly on the riverbank.

"What is this??" the prince asked, looking shocked.

The veiled woman said, "This underground river leads directly out of the valley. Once there, there will be fast horses to meet you and take Your Highness straight to the capital."

"Please do not worry, Miss Dina has arranged everything. Your Highness, you will surely be crowned king."

(End of this chapter)