With Fusu's cultivation level, it would have been impossible for him to be hit by Mao Dun's arrow, even if he had a three-stone bow with hundreds of kilograms of strength.

But the strange thing is that the ringing effect caused by the arrow body is unexpectedly weird, which not only affects Fan Kuai, but also affects Fusu's reaction speed.

Crisis suddenly strikes!

Next to him, Fan Kuai's eyes were about to burst, and he desperately wanted to move his body. However, no matter how he exploded, his body did not move at all, as if someone had cast a restraining spell on him.

Fusu roared angrily again and again, and all the strength of the three innate realms exploded, but he was still a step too slow to fire the Dysprosium Arrow.

"Am I going to die in such a confused way?"

Fusu looked desperate.

At this moment, a fine steel spear stood in front of Fusu's heart at the moment of life and death.

The arrow shot by Mao Dun was only one finger away from his heart.

"It's General Wang Ben!"

Seeing this, Fan Kuai was overjoyed.

Fusu suddenly encountered life and death. He was still in shock and felt that his back was soaked with cold sweat.

Wang Ben was wearing black armor inlaid with gold patterns and holding a fine steel spear in his hand. He stood in front of Fusu with his burly and muscular body and said in a deep voice: "Your Highness, the enemy army is overwhelming, prepare to retreat!"

"Okay!"

Fusu kept his words of gratitude deep in his heart and summoned his men to gather behind Wang Ben.

“It couldn’t have come at a better time!”

Ahead, Mao Dun saw that he had failed, cursed angrily, and pulled out the bow string again. The strong force made the bow string make a violent friction sound, and in the blink of an eye, another arrow was shot.

"General, be careful, the arrows shot by the Huns are weird and can immobilize people!"

Seeing Mao Dun shoot that amazing arrow again, Fan Kuai suddenly grabbed two Huns from his side and threw them towards the flying arrow to avoid any accident.

But it was useless. Maodun's arrow easily pierced the body of his own man. Without changing his speed, it hit Wang Ben who was at the head.

Wang Ben's expression remained unchanged, he clenched the spear in his hand and stabbed it out at a faster speed.

"Flame and Thunder——"

Amidst the deep shouts, the "Thundering Xuanyan Spear", an earth-level skill obtained from Ying Zheng, released an astonishing power, accurately stabbing the arrows that were speeding in mid-air.

There was only a crisp "click" sound, and the arrow branch split with the sound, and the strange power it brought dissipated invisible in an instant.

"Mighty general!" Fan Kuai cheered when he saw that Wang Ben had so easily defused Mao Dun's attack.

Wang Ben shook his head: "His bows and arrows are indeed weird. If I hadn't taken the lead, I might have been affected. Your Highness, it's time for us to break out. When Your Majesty comes down, we can argue with them again!"

"Okay!"

Under the leadership of Wang Ben, a group of people transformed into gods of death, and in just a moment, they cleared a large area of ​​​​the encirclement.

Mao Dun shouted angrily, knowing that long-range attacks could not deal with the battle-hardened Wang Ben, so he quickly led his men to charge down.

"Boys, if you kill Fusu, you can get two thousand gold pieces; if you kill Wang Ben, you can get two hundred cattle and sheep each. Kill them for me -"

As the second generation Chanyu of the Xiongnu, Mao Dun showed amazing perseverance and strength from the moment he was a proton.

After a sudden explosion, he won the throne with thunderous cruelty, shocking countless people, and gradually grew into the idol in the hearts of many Huns.

He gave the order, and his troops roared and howled as if they had been given blood, and they charged towards Wang Bi and Fusu's men with great force.

The same fearlessness of death, the same ferocity.

The two sides once again started a bloody battle!

"Asshole, Moton, you son of a bitch who killed his father and his mother, how could you forget this prince!"

Seeing that Mao Dun completely ignored him, Hu Xie, who was already at a disadvantage, showed unprecedented anger. He ignored it and led his own bodyguards to kill Mao Dun who was charging.

"Your courage is commendable! It doesn't matter, since I even killed my father, I don't want you as a brother!"

A twisted and bloodthirsty smile appeared on Mao Dun's face. He pulled out the wolf-headed golden sword from his waist and drew a golden sword light in mid-air. The moment he fought with Hu Xie, it slit his neck.

Hu Xie never thought that he was not the enemy of Mao Dun Yihe. He tightly covered the bleeding wound with fear and resentment intertwined in his eyes.

The next moment, Mao Dun cut off his head with another sword.

"Trash is trash. How dare you compete with me? I'm so impatient!"

As if he had dealt with something extremely dirty, Mao Dun looked disgusted and continued to lead his men to hunt down Fusu and his party.

The light of the sword, the energy of the sword, the power of the gun... a brutal fight unfolded on the battlefield.

Seeing that Fusu and others were about to escape from the encirclement, Mao Dun took out a small and exquisite wolf bone horn from his arms and blew it suddenly.

It’s impossible to describe how unpleasant this horn sound is!

Maodun only blew a few breaths, and the soldiers of the Qin Dynasty felt dizzy and stars were shining in front of their eyes. Before they could react, they saw hundreds of wolves suddenly appearing from all directions and roaring towards them.

"Great Sirius God, help your people keep these bastards of Great Qin behind!"

Mao Dun let out a loud roar of laughter.

Thousands of wolves with flashing green eyes opened their bloodthirsty fangs, roared, and pursued Wang Ben Fusu's men at extremely fast speeds.

"No, it's the Yinshan wolf! How can this guy control them! Your Highness, retreat to the city at all costs, the Yinshan wolf is bloodthirsty by nature, and once it is dispatched, it will not stop until it kills!"

Wang Ben roared loudly, standing his spear horizontally, forming a blaze of flames around him, trying to drive away the rushing wolves.

Fusu had been in Shangjun before and did not know the characteristics of the Yinshan wolves. Seeing Wang Ben's serious expression, he nodded solemnly, but suddenly slowed down his riding speed and joined Wang Ben to guard behind the soldiers.

"I am the crown prince of the Qin Dynasty. How could I abandon a group of soldiers and retreat without a fight?"

Fusu roared angrily and swept the spear in his hand. The dozens of wolves that first pounced were knocked away.

Amidst the whining, the blood is full of vitality.

All the soldiers were infected by Fusu's blood, and they all slowed down their riding speed, protecting him, Wang Ben, and Fan Kuai in the central formation.

"Your Highness is right, but we are the warriors of Great Qin. There is no reason to put the Crown Prince in danger! Brothers, protect Your Highness, we will kill him!"

A group of great Qin warriors let out thunderous roars and formed a formation of front and rear assault and defense in the middle. While clearing away the rushing wolves, they fought with the Xiongnu army.

The battle was extremely tragic!

Seeing the fresh lives passing away in front of his eyes, Fusu felt regret for the first time!

If he hadn't been greedy for success, how could he have faced such a difficult crisis!

Bang!

At this moment, where the two sides were fighting fiercely, a tall figure suddenly fell from the sky and landed heavily on the ground.

The aftermath of the powerful force instantly took away the lives of hundreds of Hun soldiers.

What is strange is that the Qin soldiers in this area were unscathed.

For a moment, both the enemy and ourselves were stunned.

There was a brief stagnation in the fierce battlefield, as if time had stopped.

Even the bloodthirsty Yinshan wolves seemed to feel the powerful threat, and kept making warning roars, but did not dare to approach the figure.

When the dust cleared, Ying Zheng's familiar face suddenly appeared in front of a group of Da Qin soldiers.

Fusu was shocked at first, and then shouted in surprise: "It's the Emperor!"

"Your Majesty! It's your Majesty!"

The soldiers of Da Qin all took a breath. Although they knew that the First Emperor was very powerful, they rarely saw him take action in person.

Unexpectedly, their first meeting would bring them such a big surprise!

Ying Zheng slowly turned around and smiled approvingly at Fusu: "Little Fusu, you're not bad. You didn't abandon our great Qin soldiers. My father is proud of you!
Chapter completed!