"General Ye, my subordinates and I will hold them off. You quickly escape! We have two other brothers; if you meet up with them, you'll be safe!"
One of the cavalrymen tightened his grip on the big knife in his hand, already prepared to face death.
"No way! How can I leave you all behind to escape alone?" Ye Zhe firmly rejected.
Another soldier immediately countered, "General, if we die, it's just two fewer soldiers. If you die, we lose a capable general. If there's no one to hold the North Ridge Pass, many more brothers and innocent people will die. Don't struggle with us; take the chance to escape! Heroes don't fear the future. We believe the general will avenge us!"
These words did move Ye Zhe.
In the midst of the battle, Ye Zhe killed one person without hesitation and broke through the gap to escape.
Seeing this, Yao Xu immediately chased after him, leaving his bodyguards to deal with the remaining two cavalrymen.
In the pursuit, Yao Xu aimed the last crossbow bolt at Ye Zhe's right shoulder and shot it.
The bolt struck true, reopening Ye Zhe's already injured shoulder and embedding itself with barbs, causing him to lose his grip on the reins and fall from his horse.
Yao Xu naturally would not miss this opportunity and raised his sword to strike.
From his elevated position, and with Ye Zhe injured and on the ground, he could only roll and crawl to avoid the attack.
Realizing that this strategy wouldn't work, Ye Zhe endured the pain, pulled out the bloody crossbow bolt, and struggled to stand and fight.
After several exchanges, he finally found an opening and managed to injure Yao Xu's horse, causing it to rear in pain and throw Yao Xu off.
However, in such close combat, Ye Zhe's waist was also severely slashed, and blood flowed profusely.
With his left hand holding the sword and his severe injury, he was no match for Yao Xu's fierce and ruthless attacks.
In no time, he found himself at a disadvantage, and in a moment of carelessness, his sword was knocked from his hand.
Looking at Ye Zhe, who was now unarmed, Yao Xu displayed a sinister and terrifying smile smeared with blood as he approached with his sword drawn.
With a swift motion, he stabbed Ye Zhe's thigh, preventing him from standing up to escape.
Finally, he pressed the sword against Ye Zhe's neck. At that moment, with the slightest movement, Ye Zhe would lose his life.
In this life-and-death moment, the sound of a sharp arrow slicing through the air rang out.
With a dull thud, a white-feathered arrow struck Yao Xu squarely in the back.
Yao Xu's pupils constricted violently, and the sword in his hand clattered to the ground. The next moment, he collapsed as well.
He desperately tried to reach back to pull out the arrow lodged in him.
At that moment, the sound of galloping hooves was already close at hand.
The newcomer dismounted, and to Yao Xu's astonishment, a pair of women's soft-soled embroidered shoes appeared before him.
"Dear, how are you?" Yin Shi anxiously squatted down to help Ye Zhe up.
Seeing that his injuries weren't life-threatening, her expression softened slightly.
Ye Zhe endured the pain and sat up. "I'm fine. What about my two brothers? Did you see them?"
"They couldn't hold on. By the time I got here, they were already gone," Yin Shi said, her voice tinged with sadness.
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The Enchanting Imperial Concubine (Book 2)
Исторические романыNote: This is a translated novel by me (Xiao Bai) Title: 贵妃她千娇百媚 Ye Yun was supposed to be the prince's concubine, but due to the sudden death of the late emperor, her entry into the palace was delayed for over a year. She entered the palace with th...
