The fiefdom increases by 1 soldier in 1 second, and the empress kneels down and begs not to rebel

The pain gradually spread from the face. Yan Cheng's eyes went dark, his ears were buzzing, and his nose could not smell anything. He could not even feel his body or the passage of time.

'This man is too strong. I can't kill him.'

'This is the only way...'

In the darkness, Yan Cheng lay on the ground sighing.

Darkness gradually surrounded his whole body like a thick fog. Yan Cheng's face was calm and he slowly closed his eyes. He just wanted to have a good sleep. He was too tired.

Until a certain moment, a voice that seemed both real and illusory sounded:

"Uncle Yan, didn't you say you weren't going to the war?"

"Yes, no more war."

"But...you all wore armor and held swords...they went out like this last year, too. Aren't you fighting a war?"

“This is not a war.”

"Uncle Yan...you are lying to me. If this isn't a war, what is it? They are no different from last year."

"Silly girl, there is a big difference."

"What's the difference? I don't know."

"You are too young, of course you don't know. Let me tell you the difference."

"We are here for..."

There was a loud "bang" sound, followed by a shocking impact throughout his body. Yan Cheng suddenly opened his eyes and saw the bright moon above the bamboo forest.

Then, all the feelings permeated the body in an instant.

The first thing I felt was the intense pain on my face, followed by a sweet and fishy taste in my mouth, then a strong smell of blood in my nose, and then the sound of metal coming from a fierce clash of weapons.

The shouts of people and the growls of wolves all flooded into his ears at this moment.

"Hu——" Yan Cheng breathed heavily. When he looked down, he saw the wolf king climbing up from his body.

The wolf's fur, which should have been silver under the moonlight, was now covered in blood, and the knife wound on its left front leg was horrifying.

As if sensing Yan Cheng's gaze, the wolf king turned his head to look at him, then let out a low growl and jumped out.

Yan Cheng looked in the direction of the leaping figure and saw a figure covered in blood holding a mace and fighting with the enemy named Xiao Yiming.

"The fool has arrived... I was just knocked unconscious..." Yan Cheng hissed in pain, but he slowly sat up from the ground and grabbed the fallen knife with his hand.

Then he gritted his teeth, stood up from the ground, and rushed forward with a knife.

But when his gaze fell forward again, his pupils suddenly shrank.

The enemy's knife was about to be pulled out from Bai Hanzi's right shoulder, and the burly figure obviously tilted.

Yan Cheng's heart was burning with anger, and he shouted, "Let's kill him together!"

In a rage, Yan Cheng ran forward wildly, and when he got close, he slashed at Xiao Yiming's neck with a knife!

At this moment, Xiao Yiming was facing the attack of the Wolf King. Seeing that the knife was coming so fiercely, he quickly raised his aching right hand to block the knife.

"Zheng" sound!

The knife was blocked, but the back of the knife hit his right cheek. Xiao Yiming's legs went weak and the wolf king pounced on him from the left. He had no choice but to put one hand on the wolf's head.

But the next moment, the wolf bit his left leg, and its sharp teeth pierced into his flesh. Xiao Yiming trembled all over, but he pulled out the dagger from his waist with his left hand and stabbed it into the wolf king's mouth!

Feeling the pain, the wolf king immediately let go and rolled to the side.

Xiao Yiming also quickly stepped back, avoiding the knife attack from Yan Cheng. Yan Cheng did not pursue him as he was still dizzy and had not recovered completely.

The scarred barbarian general was holding a bamboo at this moment, his face covered in blood, and his body had countless knife wounds of varying sizes. It was obvious that he was slashed several times by Xiao Yiming in the fight just now.

Now, Yan Cheng was standing with the scarred barbarian general, the Wolf King was leaning on the left with his bloody body, and Xiao Yiming was standing among bamboo stakes, holding a knife in his right hand and a dagger in his left hand.

The three men and the wolf were all covered in wounds and panting, and no one took the initiative to attack.

Amidst the heavy breathing, the scarred barbarian suddenly laughed:

"Brother, I thought you were dead, hahahaha!"

Yan Cheng couldn't laugh.

He didn't even dare to look at Bai Hanzi again. He had too many wounds and was bleeding so much that an ordinary person would have collapsed long ago.

Even though he was a strong man, this terrible injury would probably cost him his life in a few moments.

The voice of the scarred general was still heard: "This bastard is so skilled that I can't hit him with a single hit of my stick. He's faster than my brother, damn it." He spat out a mouthful of blood foam.

Yes, this enemy's skills are so strong that it's outrageous. Perhaps only the Barbarian King can defeat such a capable fighter. But such a strong man has to follow the old villain who is going with the trend!

Yan Cheng was furious and glared at Xiao Yiming fiercely.

Fortunately, after a fierce battle, the enemy was badly injured and he couldn't hold on for much longer.

As if he had seen through Yan Cheng's thoughts, Xiao Yiming panted and said:

"If you don't leave, I will have no choice but to fight you to the end."

"The prince has lost everything now. Letting him go won't hinder you in any way."

"Why bother chasing it to the end?"

As soon as the words fell, angry curses rang out:

"Fuck you!!"

"What a bullshit prince! He's just an old thief who ran away in panic! A coward!"

"He can't escape!" The scarred barbarian clenched his mace and slowly walked forward.

Xiao Yiming narrowed his eyes slightly, raised the knife in his right hand, and took a stance with his left hand holding the dagger, and said coldly:

"You don't understand the prince. He is just old."

"My Lord..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Cheng shouted, "Let's go together!"

The wolf king jumped out, the scarred general ran wildly, Yan Cheng followed with a knife, and Xiao Yiming took a deep breath.

In a moment.

The wind was blowing fiercely. Xiao Yiming easily dodged the mace that was swung at first. He chopped at the wolf king's sharp claws with a knife, but he could only block the knife that Yan Cheng chopped at his abdomen with a dagger.

The dagger blocked the knife, but the long and narrow tip of the knife swept across the chest, and blood spurted out.

Just as Xiao Yiming was about to swing the dagger and shoot it into Yan Cheng's bloody face, the scarred general kicked him in the chest.

"call--"

His body flew backwards and Xiao Yiming exhaled the foul air.

But I thought in my heart that the prince should have gone far away.

I... probably can't go back.

"I'm sorry, my lord."