Prince Chongzhen

Chapter 61 Don’t retreat!

According to common sense, the sound of shouting and killing must be the arrival of reinforcements from one side of the battle. Afterwards, the morale of the side that received the reinforcements will probably be greatly boosted, and then the other side will be defeated and thrown away in tears.

However, on the city wall on the side of Yaofang Gate, the sudden shouting and screaming not only failed to boost the morale of either side, but instead made the direction of the battle become strange.

Wustu knew very well that this could not possibly be his reinforcements. Even if the prince sent more people to support him, they would not be of this scale.

Zhu Cilang also understood that the Yingtian defenders had become a loose group under his arrangement. Even if the surrounding hundred households brought people, they could only have three or five small flags.

As a result, Ustu's already exhausted physical strength due to anxiety was further squeezed out, and the movements of his hands became much more deadly.

In despair, Zhu Cilang no longer had any plans to escape and only planned to fight to the death.

He knew that if he fell into the hands of the Tartars he would die sooner or later, and would inevitably suffer humiliation and torture in the process. It would be better for him to follow the example of that cheap old man and end it here. At least he would be remembered in history.

But I just couldn't bring myself to do it.

As a result, the two people who were supposed to be chasing and fleeing rushed out of the army at the same time, and then confronted each other at a distance of less than two meters.

Yu Wusitu thought that the Crown Prince of Ming chose to appear in front of him at this time because he had already made some arrangements.

Although he didn't have much time left at this point, if he wanted to succeed in his attack he had to see through his conspiracy first, otherwise there would be no second chance.

As a hunter and a scout, the more serious the situation, the more cautious you must be!
The more Wustu thought about it, the more complicated it became. The more he thought about it, the more difficult it seemed to break the enemy's deployment. Just when he was about to retreat, he saw that the Crown Prince of Ming actually made a move!
"How brave!"

With a loud shout, Wustu rushed towards Zhu Cilang.

He did not see through the arrangement of the Ming prince, but what did it matter? He had fought on the battlefield for half his life, so was he really afraid of this kid? !
As the two men suddenly took action, the surrounding Ming troops also began to move.

But they couldn't withstand Ustu's attack by relying on the battle formation, so how could they stop him in the current situation?

With a push of his left shoulder and a swing of his right hand, he knocked and chopped the first two Ming soldiers who rushed over to him to the ground.

Then, looking at several picking poles coming from not far in front of him, Ustu dodged slightly, and then snatched them all away before the other party could react.

It is true that Ustu had amazing arm strength, but he was already at the end of his strength. If the soldiers had not neglected training in their daily lives, how could they have easily taken the pole from his hands?

At this time, there was nothing between Wustu and Zhu Cilang except a few unarmed soldiers. As long as he could kill these people, he could easily achieve the greatest result in this battle.

Until then...

Wustu seemed to have seen the scene when he was conferred the title, and his expectations grew stronger.

Over the years, he had seen countless people risking their lives for that last piece of medal, and countless people who had never been able to escape the status of a soldier until their death.

But from today on, none of this has much to do with him anymore.

He could finally watch others rejoice or grieve for him calmly, and finally he no longer had to risk his life to complete a mission assigned by his superiors even though he knew it was extremely risky.

Ustu was so happy that his movements became more and more agile.

Just when those unarmed Ming soldiers were being knocked down, a heavy sound of footsteps suddenly sounded.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

He is heavily armored and strong. Xu is also equipped with heavy troops.

Elite! Absolutely elite!

But in an instant, Ustu made a judgment based on his years of experience.

He didn't know how these elite troops appeared on the battlefield at this time, and he was not interested in knowing who was stronger than himself.

As long as he could capture the Crown Prince of Ming who was only a few feet away, all these would be insignificant to him.

The flow of his thoughts did not affect Ustu's body movements at all.

He kicked his feet hard and passed the soldiers lying on the ground, with a few feet left!

Although the footsteps were not far away, it was definitely too late. The Crown Prince of Ming seemed to be stupid, and did not even show a look of fear on his face.

With one hand stretched out, only a few inches remained.

But when Wustu was about to take another step to make up for those few inches, he found that no matter how hard he tried, those few inches of distance were like a chasm between him and the Crown Prince of Ming, and it seemed impossible to cross them.

"Your Highness, run."

A faint voice came from under Ustu's feet. When he looked down, he saw that his legs were being held tightly by someone.

"It's him again! It's him again! It's him again!"

Annoyance, anger, resentment, all kinds of emotions suddenly surged into my heart.

He really didn't understand why this guy wouldn't just lie down on the ground after losing half his life.

"what!"

Ustu, who was extremely angry, cut off the arm that was wrapped around his leg with a knife, and then took a step forward and grabbed it in front of him without waiting for his eyes to turn back.

As the footsteps approached, he knew that every moment would determine his life and death. If he could not capture the Crown Prince of Ming, he would have to find a way to retreat before the elite troops arrived.

But there should be no surprises.

He thought that he had eliminated the last obstacle. Unless the newcomer could fly between them, he would definitely gain this great achievement.

He tried to stretch out his hand and turned his head back as quickly as possible.

"Caught!"

Feeling the clear touch on his hand, Ustu couldn't help but feel ecstatic.

As long as he has the Crown Prince of Ming in his hands, he can force the current Ming army to lay down their arms. By then, with the accumulation of merits, it will not be impossible for him to jump two levels.

"Bang!"

With a crisp sound, Wustu suddenly felt a black screen in front of his eyes. When he turned his head back and his vision became clear, he saw that the prince of Ming was about to chop again with a sword in his hand.

At this point, how could he allow the knife to strike?

He grabbed the man's collar with one hand and gently pushed him with a knife with the other hand, and then the thin body was lifted up.

"You deserve a neck chop!"

Zhu Cilang was so angry that he couldn't help but curse in his heart.

His mood at this moment could not be said to be different from that of Ustu before, it could only be said to be exactly the same.

He had seen countless times in books describing how XXXXX was beheaded with a single sword, but when he risked being caught by the Tartars and chopped him off on the head, he found that things were not as he thought.

Cutting someone in half with one blow would be easy for a vicious man like Yu Wusutu, but if it were Zhu Cilang who did it, leaving only a hole on the top of the head would probably be the limit.

But then again, there was no need for him to take the risk.

He should have retreated decisively as soon as he saw who was coming.

just.

The soldier risked his life to save him, so how could he just watch the Tartars kill him?
This matter has nothing to do with pros and cons, success or failure; it only depends on whether Zhu Cilang is willing!
This is true of most things in the world. No matter if the road ahead is filled with thorns or a sea of ​​fire and mountains of knives, even if one step forward will lead to eternal damnation, there are always people who move forward resolutely in order to gain a clear conscience.

This may be the heritage of China.

(End of this chapter)