"Drive! Drive!"

"Da da da~"

The war horse that Chen Yue sat on had already reached its maximum speed. After all, it was a top-notch Northern Liang horse. The whip was whipped on the horse's back again and again, but it did not even neigh. Twenty or thirty people were marching together on the wide official road.

He flashed past and headed straight for Tianjia Noodle House at the three-way intersection, picking up a cloud of dust along the way.

Along the way, they saw some scattered people fleeing one after another. They were walking in a hurry, as if something terrible was chasing them behind them. Some people were even covered in blood. All this symbolized that Chen Yue and others

Getting closer and closer to Yan Bing.

Xu Luo's eyes looked into the distance, and he clenched the scimitar unconsciously. What was waiting for them might be a brutal fight. There were hundreds of Yan troops, how could they survive among the numerous Yan troops?

Protecting King Liang's safety is now his biggest concern.

"Da da da~"

After crossing a small slope, everyone finally saw the three-way intersection in the distance, but it seemed to be very quiet and no one was moving.

"Boost!"

Chenyue swung his riding whip fiercely again, and the cavalry, like sharp arrows, shot straight towards the noodle stall where people used to come and go.

"Hush!"

Less than a hundred steps away from the noodle stall, Chen Yue suddenly reined in the reins and stared blankly at the civilian corpse lying next to the war horse. The dozens of riders following Chen Yue also stopped in an instant, and everyone's

The pupils shrank, and a monstrous anger expanded rapidly in everyone's eyes.

The corpse lying on the ground was an old woman in her sixties or seventies, with four or five sharp arrows stuck in her back, none of which had penetrated her body.

There were no noodle vendors coming and going, no rising smoke, and no brutal fighting as Xu Luo expected.

There were just corpses and dazzling scarlet blood stains all over the ground.

The autumn breeze was blowing slightly, and the strong smell of blood mixed in the air filled everyone's nostrils, which was nauseating.

Chen Yue turned over and dismounted, holding the whip and walking forward step by step in confusion. At first, there were two corpses of old women, children, and some with an arrow piercing the chest, and some with a knife slashing in the back...

The closer to the noodle stall, the more corpses there were. At this time, most of them were middle-aged men and Liang Army cavalry corpses, and there were also a few Yan Army corpses.

The dozen or so tables that had been placed neatly before had long been smashed, and even the large pot used for cooking noodles had been dumped on the ground. There was still some soup and water left in it, and the noodle soup and blood were mixed together.

Pools of bright red water were formed.

Beside Chenyue's right foot, there is a corpse wearing coarse linen clothes. He is holding a wooden stick tightly in his hand. There is still a little blood on the end of the stick. A shocking knife incision was opened on the waist and abdomen.

Yan Bing was lying next to him, holding the scimitar that killed him.

Three steps ahead and to the right, a Liang Army cavalryman lay crooked in a pool of blood. His entire right arm was missing. His cheek was trampled by horse hooves and the flesh was blurred. His face had long been unrecognizable.

Scenes of tragic scenes constantly appeared in Chen Yue's sight, making every step Chen Yue took extremely difficult.

Chenyue walked forward step by step, and saw three or four men in civilian clothes. They all fell to the ground in a forward posture, with arrows stuck in their bodies. Two of them were holding something like the legs of a stool.

The other person even used his bare hands and didn't even have a decent stick.

There is no doubt that these common people did not run away when they encountered the Yan soldiers, but chose to fight alongside the Liang soldiers.

Chen Yue finally understood why all the people he saw along the way were old, weak, women and children. It turned out that these men had tried their best to stay and block the Yan army, giving up the chance of survival.

In fact, Shen Tu Chenfeng originally did not want to let the old, weak, sick and disabled leave, but this group of hundreds of scouts and ordinary people were too annoying and took up a lot of his time.

"How could this happen? How could this happen..." Chen Yuemang murmured with his eyes blank.

Xu Luo, who was following Chen Yue, was breathing rapidly and his chest was rising and falling. He followed Chen Yue in and out of the battlefield, walking through mountains of corpses and seas of blood several times. Scenes of hundreds of people dying were already commonplace.

But this time is different. Those who died before were all soldiers, warriors who had risked their lives long ago. You kill me, I kill you, there is nothing to say.

But the people lying on the ground now are ordinary people, unarmed ordinary people!

Looking around, Chen Yue saw a familiar figure, Xu Shi.

The scout centurion who was here to check Chen Yue's identity a few days ago was now half-kneeling on the ground, with a scimitar stuck in his waist and abdomen, his head hanging limply on his chest, and blood had long covered his body.

The armor was dyed red.

Knife wounds, arrow wounds;

Arms, chest, throat...

No one knows what a brutal fight Xu Shi went through before he died.

Chen Yue stretched out his trembling hand to touch the handle of the knife, pulled out the scimitar with great care, and then laid Xu Shi's body flat on the grass.

Just by making such a simple action, Chen Yue's hands were covered with blood.

"Your Majesty, Shopkeeper Tian has been found." Xu Luo muttered into Chen Yue's ear as calmly as possible.

Chenyue's heart beat violently. The fact that he had been found meant that he was dead.

Shopkeeper Tian and his wife were both dead. The two corpses were only a few steps away. Shopkeeper Tian was lying on the ground, crawling.

It must be that the noodle stall owner wanted to crawl to his wife's body when he still had some consciousness at the end, but a scimitar embedded deeply in his back made the distance of a few steps out of reach.

"Plop~"

Chenyue's legs suddenly softened, and he knelt tremblingly on the grass, holding the calloused hands of Shopkeeper Tian tightly.

What a pair of pristine hands.

"puff!"

Chenyue slammed his fist into the grass, and murmured with red eyes: "My fault, it's my fault, I failed to protect you."

The dozens of knights present all lowered their heads silently, their fists clenched tightly, and the veins on their foreheads were exposed.

"You sent your only son to the border army and donated the food grown in the fields to the army for the war. But I, I can't even keep such a small noodle stall! Ah!" Chen Yue's voice gradually became hoarse.

There was deep remorse in his tone.

Xu Luo behind him couldn't bear to look any longer, so he turned around and walked to the side. Suddenly, a corpse of Yan Jun on the ground caught his attention.

Although the uniforms of these Yan troops were similar to those he had seen on the battlefield before, Xu Luo discovered that the insides of the collars of these corpses were embroidered with a strange pattern, which he had never seen before.

Xu Luo tore off the badge with a casual tug and said softly to Chen Yue's side: "Your Highness, look at it."

Chenyue raised his head with red eyes. When he saw the badge, he gritted his teeth and spit out two words:
Chapter completed!