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"Who do you think you are!" Han Mo disdainfully swept his gaze at An Ying, and snorted lightly, "If you want to fight, then this marshal will fight with the main general, and you will lose this marshal's identity!"

"You …"

"An Ying!" Jun Qingshang immediately berated him: "This king has always wanted to consult General Han's spear arts of the Han Family, you can leave!"

"Yes sir!" An Ying did not dare to say much and quickly retreated. Jun Qingshang tightened his horse's belly and took a few steps forward, his fingers that were clear of bone slowly caressing Treading on Treading on Snow's pure white mane: "Let's go, we'll go and experience it together."

Treading on the snow let out a hiss, as if it felt the master's intentions, and it rushed forward.

Han Mo did not dare to hesitate and rushed forward on his horse.

"Bam!" Long spear against large blade, the two of them rode on horses for hundreds of rounds, Jun Qingshang's long spear was raised to deflect the incoming large blade, his hand suddenly spun, causing Han Mo to be startled, but it was too late to dodge, the long spear pierced into his shoulder.

Han Mo cried out in pain as his large blade slashed towards Jun Qingshang's head. Jun Qingshang somersaulted and dodged his attack, but caught himself in a difficult situation.

Jun Qingshang flipped down from the horse's back. One of them sat on the horse while the other stood on the ground. It was obvious that the person on the ground was at a disadvantage.

"Go to hell!" Although Han Mo was injured, his strength and movements were not even halved. Jun Qingshang used his long spear to block the blade and lifted his horse's hooves.

"Hong Long!" Han Mo's horse had one of its legs broken off and its center of gravity was unstable. Han Mo and his horse fell to the ground.

Jun Qingshang took the opportunity to give chase as he continued to thrust his spear towards the head of Han Mo who had fallen down until it was full of stars.

Han Mo was a veteran general after all, and he had climbed out of a pile of dead men. Naturally, he had a way to protect his life. He used his saber to deflect the incoming attack and slid backwards with great speed.

Jun Qingshang frowned, seeing that the situation was bad, he retreated quickly. As if he sensed danger, he rushed forward and grabbed the reins with one hand and jumped onto the horse.

"Swoosh …"

"Puchi …" Jun Qingshang had still not escaped. Originally, when Han Mo came out, he already knew that he was no match for Jun Qingshang and had secretly arranged for people to attack him.

The dense amount of arrows were always faster than Treading the Snow, Jun Qingshang blocked most of the arrows, but was unable to dodge an even more tyrannical arrow, and the arrow directly shot through Jun Qingshang's left shoulder.

This arrow was very powerful and definitely did not come from an ordinary person.

"Your Highness!" An Ying was the first to react and galloped in.

As the commander in chief of the army, the Great Sima, who was in charge of the overall situation, was panicking. However, he did not rush up. Instead, he commanded the troops to retreat.

An Ying protected Jun Qingshang as he returned to the city. Jun Qingshang no longer had the strength left, and his body became weak, making him unconscious.

Yang Xiong brought the army doctor with him, "Quick, let the prince have a look!"

"Marshal, don't let the news that the prince is unconscious spread out. The only thing the public will say is that the prince has been struck by a sword and is heavily injured. For the time being, he needs to recuperate." An Ying used his last bit of reason to tell Yang Xiong.

Yang Xiong suppressed the fear in his heart and nodded to An Ying, then walked towards the door with heavy steps. Once Yang Xiong left, An Yue couldn't help but ask, "How is the Prince?"

"Young General, this arrow was almost able to pierce the heart. This subordinate is incompetent and does not dare to pull it out."

The Military Doctor's words did not scare An Ying. At the same time, An Ying could tell the condition of Jun Qingshang's body, and his expression became even more unsightly. His fingers had already clenched into a fist, as though he would explode in the next second.

"If only there was a Magus here." The military doctor suddenly said, "If a Magus can use magic to protect the Prince's heart veins, then there is a 70% chance of success."

An Ying looked as if he had found hope, and said to the army doctor: "First help the Duke stop the bleeding, I'll go find a Magus."

"Young General, it's not easy to find a Magus. Even if you were to go to the Sacred Palace, it wouldn't be a problem for any Magus. There are only a few elders in the Sacred Palace."

"Why?" An Ying's face changed slightly as he frowned. He clenched his fists tightly.

The doctor trembled as he said in panic, "The Shaman's Shaman Energy is impure, and it will affect the king, so …"

"As long as you can endure until noon tomorrow, these won't be a problem!" An Ying secretly heaved a sigh of relief. Others might not know that the Regent's Consort was a pure Shaman, but he knew that it should be the leaders of the An Ying Guards.

No one else in this world could find such a person with pure power.

An Ying did not dare delay any further, after giving out the orders, he brought An Ying and a few others with him to the camp. Right now, the most important thing was to welcome the consort, as the only person who could save the Duke.

Yun Ruoleng and An Yue galloped towards the army camp on their horses. Although they had exhausted three good horses along the way, they were still several tens of kilometers away. The closer he got to the camp, the more nervous Yun Ruoleng became. From this morning onwards, he became extremely flustered.

"Hungry, right? Let's have something to eat here …"

"Did something happen at the border?" Yun Ruoleng held onto his chest, only feeling a sharp pain in his chest, and couldn't help but frown as a bad premonition arose involuntarily.

An Yue looked at her as if she was suffering from this symptom because of the continuous journey through the night.

However, Yun Ruoleng did not think so. He looked at the border area: "Eat something, rest for an hour and then hurry over."

An Yue glanced at her. His originally delicate face was a little dazzled, the other hairpins in his hair had loosened a little, and his eyes had turned green.

An Yue wanted to advise but he didn't know how. He could only sigh and pretend that he didn't see anything.

Yun Ruoleng did not believe in the sixth sense, but there were times when the premonition was extremely accurate. The two of them rested for an hour before continuing their journey, the distance between them was two and a half cities, making it difficult to distance themselves from Jun Qingshang.

Furthermore, at night, the road was even more difficult to travel on, so An Yue could only bring her to a place to rest.

"How much longer?" Yun Ruoleng calculated the distance he needed to travel, and the hatred he had for the Phoenix Diagram grew even deeper.

The distance between the two cities was too large, and it would take some time for them to get there. If anything were to happen to Jun Qingshang, she would definitely kill him.

"It will take about six hours to get to the barracks. We're not far now, so let's rest for the night. It won't be too late even if we travel tomorrow." An Yue couldn't help but ask, "If the wangfei were to run to this lord's side with her hair and face covered in filth, he would only be more worried."