"Everyone, stop!" Four Qilin Bowmen followed Fang Deng and chased him on horseback.
Fang Deng had not completely lost his mind and knew that it was useless to look for ordinary disciples. He did not stop when he caught up with the beggar gang and continued to run straight forward. He wanted to ask the leader for a clear explanation. While the two armies were fighting, more than 10,000 Beggar Clan disciples evacuated the battlefield, which was enough to affect the outcome of the battle for both sides. If it weren't for the existence of the Tang Sect disciples, these Beggar Clan disciples could be tens of thousands of soldiers!
Fang Qianlong heard someone shouting from behind and became suspicious. He motioned for everyone to move forward and turned around to check.
"I spent money to support you, and you are leaving now? If you leave, who will avenge my son? You are not allowed to leave, just stop!" Fang Deng almost swung his horsewhip away, facing the gang of beggars who were hurrying away. The disciple shouted.
"This is...Dad? Dad!" Fang Qianlong recognized the person, it was his own father Fang Deng. He used Qing Gong and rushed towards Fang Deng. Fang Qianlong, who was extremely good at Qing Gong, staggered a little on the way.
Fang Deng's horse was faster, and Fang Qianlong's speed was even faster. In a few breaths, Fang Qianlong had already arrived in front of Fang Deng, knelt down on the ground.
Fang Deng heard Fang Qianlong's call and thought he missed him too much. At this time, he was so angry that he suddenly heard wrongly. It wasn't until Fang Qianlong knelt in front of him that he calmed down a little.
"Long...Long'er?" Fang Deng couldn't believe it.
Fang Qianlong raised his head: "Dad, it's me! I'm Fang Long! Dad, the child is unfilial and makes you worry all the time!"
When Fang Deng heard the familiar voice, tears welled up in his eyes, and he quickly jumped off his horse to take a closer look. Without paying attention for a moment, his foot got stuck in the stirrup and he fell down. Fortunately, Fang Qianlong helped Fang Deng in time.
"Dad, why have you aged so much?" Fang Qianlong wiped his hands randomly on his body and touched Fang Deng's gray temples.
Fang Deng held Fang Qianlong's face, looked at it carefully, nodded repeatedly: "It's Long'er, it's Long'er! Long'er is back!"
"Long'er, why are you here? I sent people to the capital to look for you countless times, but couldn't find you..." Fang Deng said with tears.
"Dad, don't worry, this is a long story, let me tell you slowly. Why are you here too?"
"I searched for you many times but couldn't find you. Later, people in the court said that they didn't know Fang Long at all. Dad knew you were honest and thought you were killed. I heard that Chu Xiang and the court were going to war, so dad All the money at home was given to Chu Xiangjun, and I want to help you take revenge..." Fang Deng was in tears, feeling both happy and sad.
Fang Qianlong shook his head and said: "Dad, just be okay. This is not the place to talk. Come on, come with me. I will tell you my story slowly."
Fang Deng nodded repeatedly and was about to leave with Fang Qianlong. Four Qilin Bow warriors stopped in front of him on horseback: "Stop! I don't care whether you and your son are reunited or chatting and reminiscing. You can't leave without Fang!"
Fang Qianlong raised his head and looked at the four dead soldiers with the Qilin Bow. He stretched out his left and right hands and pointed at the Qilin Bow: "Kill them!"
The surrounding Beggar Clan disciples were poor people in the world. When they saw the father and son reunited, they all cried even harder than the father and son. At this time, the four men from Qilin Gong came out to block the road again, feeling uncomfortable, so what else could they say? A group of Beggar Clan disciples immediately rushed forward. The four Qilin Bow Soldiers were overwhelmed by the Beggar Clan disciples before they even had time to use their Qing Kung Fu. When the Beggar Clan disciples dispersed, the bodies of the four of them had lost their human form.
"My child, it's good that you're alive, it's good that you're alive..." Fang Deng, his father and his son, led a group of beggars and left the battlefield.
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"Bang!" Yi Xiaodao was knocked away. This was the first time he had been knocked away. This is also thanks to Luo Wei who has been tirelessly beating the drum to support him, otherwise he would not have been able to survive this time.
Jian Liuyun's condition was no better than him. His legs were shaking and he could hardly stand. The blood at the corner of his mouth never stopped.
"Xiao Dao, how are you?" Jian Liuyun asked with difficulty, leaning on his sword.
"Still...alive." Yi Xiaodao also spit out a large mouthful of blood. He simply didn't stand up and just lay on the ground, shouting weakly: "Lian'er, Lian'er..."
Shanlianer was lying on the ground, her right hand was twisting irregularly, and she had passed out. Just now, Zhou Linglong punched her. If Li Dingxing hadn't tightened his star bow and shot an arrow with all his strength, Xiang Lian'er's head would have been hit.
"The fifth arrow..." Li Dingxing frowned and looked at his hands, which were unbearably sore. Li Dingxing could only shoot five arrows with the star-drawing bow. Looking at the unconscious Xiang Lian'er, Li Dingxing stretched out his hand tremblingly and took out the sixth feather arrow. He just took it out and held it in his hand, nothing more.
On the other side, Guan Chenzi and Tong Weizi were already out of breath from exhaustion, but Chang Yansheng was calm and stood quietly: "What a good young man, maybe he can catch up with Zhang Zongbai in time. That’s it.”
"Guan Chenzi... If I don't take a break, I really can't do it..." Tong Weizi gasped and lost his strength. Mo Ying appeared behind him in time and supported him.
Guan Chenzi didn't want to do it, but he was really tired. Whether it was a wheel battle or a killing move that defeated the enemy with one blow, Chang Yansheng easily resolved all of them.
"The Breathing Realm is indeed...not something we can compete with..." Guan Chenzi said softly, finally admitting defeat. Guan Chenzi's ink shadow flashed to Guan Chenzi's side, picked up Guan Chenzi, and retreated to Zhou Ziru. Tong Weizi was also taken away by his own Mo Ying. If he can't be beaten, he just can't be beaten. There's nothing he can do about it.
When Chang Yansheng saw the two running away, he didn't chase them. He walked slowly to Tao Fuyi and Zhou Linglong: "Okay, let's do it when we've had enough fun. We've kept His Royal Highness waiting for too long."
Although the three of them were Qilin Bow warriors, they were not heinous people. Ge Cifeng only wanted Zhou Ziru's head. Now that it was difficult for Yi Xiaodao and others to fight, they did not rush to kill them all. The three of them walked towards Zhou Ziru hand in hand.
"Prime Minister Zhou, it's not good, leave quickly!" Luo Wei shouted to Zhou Ziru. With the encouragement of his war drums, Yi Xiaodao and others have reached the limit of their efforts. If they continue to beat it, it will be of no use. It may also damage the vitality and cultivation of Yi Xiaodao and others.
Luo Wei kicked aside the war drum, which he regarded as a treasure, and rushed towards Tao Fuyi and the others with drumsticks in both hands.
Without any suspense, Zhou Linglong kicked Luo Wei to the ground with just one kick. He felt as if his internal organs had been shifted and he could not move.
The central army of the Chu Xiang Army has overwhelmed the front line and slowly replaced the front army. After waiting for a long time, they were finally ready to go on the field. The soldiers of the Chu Xiang Army looked at the Yu Lin Army like hungry wolves.
Habayashi's former army was also replaced by the Chinese army, but Habayashi's generals were not. Although there are many generals, their numbers are limited after all, and they have the role of commanding operations and personally killing the enemy. If they are replaced, it will be a big blow to the morale of the Chinese army.
Although the number of generals of the Chu Xiang Army is far less than that of the Yulin Army, they are not idle people. They can command the battle to hold off the front troops of the Yulin Army for so long, which shows that they have some ability.
When a Yulin Army general was having a conflict, he happened to turn his head and saw Tao Fuyi and the others walking towards Zhou Ziru. Looking at Yi Xiaodao, Jian Liuyun and others lying on the ground, they immediately understood.
"Prime Minister Zhou is in danger, hurry up, protect Prime Minister Zhou!" The general shouted, causing everyone to turn their heads.
"Protect Zhou Xiang!"
"Stop them! If your horse is fast, come back quickly!"
"We must protect Prime Minister Zhou!"
There were hundreds of generals, all of whom had sharp ears and eyesight. Soon everyone knew about Zhou Ziru's danger and did not bother to fight Chu Xiang. They turned their horses' heads one by one and ran wildly in the direction of Zhou Ziru like crazy.
The Chinese army has already started, moved forward, and entered the battlefield. The rear army has not yet arrived, and there are only about a hundred personal guards around Zhou Ziru. Ordinary sergeants, in front of Tao Fuyi and the others, there is not much difference between having them or not.
When Zhou Ziru saw the three men approaching him, he no longer had any fear in his heart, but felt a sense of calmness.
Ever since he could remember, Zhou Ziru had been very proud of his identity after knowing that he was a member of the Zhou family. Among the ten brothers who founded the country, the eight kings were divided into vassals, but the Zhou family was willing to stay in the capital. How many people in the world can do this without seeking fame and wealth? How many families in the world can be a prime minister for generations?
But later he discovered that things were not like this. Staying in the capital did not bring any glory to the Zhou family. Instead, he could often hear ridicule from the neighbors.
"The Zhou family is really stupid. They were great contributors to the founding of the country, but they were reduced to this small corner. It's really..."
"Who says it's not the case? Which of the princes outside is not living a carefree life? This Zhou family...sigh"
"Oh, forget it. The ancestors of the Zhou family must have their reasons for doing this. Can we ordinary people understand that?"
Even when the housekeeper of the Lian Mansion went out to recruit servants and maids, many people immediately shook their heads and refused to go when they heard that they were going to the Zhou Mansion. There is no other reason, it's just that the Zhou Mansion is in decline, the family is in a state of poverty, not to mention the monthly salary, there is no money to be made at all. The dignified residence of Prime Minister Zhou cannot even invite a servant...
Above the court, the Zhou family has never formed a clique, but is an independent branch that does not interact with any court officials. This has been true for one generation and generation after generation. In the past six hundred years, no one had thought about entering the center of the government, but instead they were kicked out of the house by the Zhou family members. The Zhou family has been innocent and indifferent for six hundred years.
Zhou Ziru was unconvinced and wanted to change the current situation of the Zhou family. It seems that God has eyes and really wants to give him this opportunity. Now that the world is about to return, if we can take this opportunity to regain the world, the Zhou family may not be able to restore the glory of the first ancestor Zhou Yu!
"If things don't work out, it's destiny." Zhou Ziru murmured, slowly closing his eyes...
"Protect Zhou Xiang! Follow me!"
"Kill all the rebels! Stop leaving!"
"Don't panic, Prime Minister Zhou, you are a young future!"
Zhou Ziru was so noisy that he opened his eyes and saw one of the most unforgettable scenes in his life.
There are about a thousand generals in Daqi, and they can be said to be like a cloud of good generals. At this time, this group of young generals, one by one, clapped their horses and whipped their heads, and rushed towards Zhou Ziru. Together with Yu Lin's former army, they rushed back in a swarm, without any formation at all. Such formations filled the sky with dust and the momentum was terrifying.
The sudden retreat of the front army disrupted the formation of Yulin's central army. Before Xie Ruizhen understood what was going on, he was almost knocked off his horse by his own troops. The Chinese army, which was dispersed from their formation, didn't know what to do. When they heard the front army shouting "protect the Prime Minister", they simply retreated with the front army.
"Don't come back! Withstand the Chu Xiang army! This battle cannot be defeated!" Zhou Ziru became anxious and shouted with all his strength.
The voice was drowned, and no one heard Zhou Ziru's voice except the guards and Li Dingxing around him.
"Protect Zhou Xiang!"
All armies mobilize!
