Shen Ruoxi never expected that despite her careful concealnt, she would still be discovered by the soldiers of Beichang Country.
In this critical mont, she had no ti for much thought. Her body suddenly rose, climbing toward the drawbridge with astonishing speed to avoid the dense arrows.
The soldiers responsible for protecting her reacted equally quickly, shooting dense arrows at the enemy without hesitation.
Though Zhen’er’s lightness skills were decent, she was still not fully rested after her recent miscarriage, and faced with the sudden onslaught of arrows, she couldn’t help but feel a bit panicked.
In that mont of distraction, a cold arrow struck her arm directly. The sharp pain attacked her, causing her body to sway, nearly falling off the city wall.
Fortunately, she stabilized herself in ti, adjusted her posture, and thanks to the Dayi Country soldiers returning fire at Beichang Country, she managed to catch a brief respite.
At this mont, she was hiding by the edge of the city wall, barely finding a place to stand.
Because Shen Ruoxi was almost at the drawbridge, as long as she cut the iron locks, Dayi Country’s army could break through the barrier and advance.
Therefore, the soldiers of Beichang Country were making every effort to kill Shen Ruoxi.
In an instant, cold arrows poured down like a storm towards Shen Ruoxi, and nurous Beichang soldiers surged toward her like tidal waves.
Over there, Jun Moling’s face turned deathly pale. He shouted loudly, "All soldiers listen, once the drawbridge falls, attack swiftly!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly leaped off his warhorse and rushed directly toward where Shen Ruoxi was without hesitation.
"Marshal!" Everyone couldn’t help but exclaim.
Zhai Wen knew clearly that at this mont, no one could stop Jun Moling from going to save Shen Ruoxi, so he quickly and calmly ordered, "Xu Ji, Guan Qizhe, Liu Qian, protect the Marshal, archers fire!"
Upon hearing this, the three n flew over without hesitation.
Xiao Chengyi’s gaze had been fixed on Shen Ruoxi all along. Seeing this scene, he suddenly perford lightness skills and flew away.
Zhen’er was hiding in the corner, and any slight movent caused her arm wound to ache with piercing pain.
She gritted her teeth and forcefully pulled out the arrow deeply embedded in her flesh, fresh blood spurting out, instantly making her face even paler.
She used all her strength to bandage the arm, and just as she looked up, she saw Xiao Chengyi flying towards her.
This discovery almost made her cry with joy.
In this life-and-death mont, he still cared about her.
But at that instant, Zhen’er keenly sensed sothing was off.
Xiao Chengyi’s gaze was not on her at all, but was rushing directly towards Shen Ruoxi.
This sudden change was like a basin of cold water, chilling her to the bone, penetrating straight to her marrow.
Over there, Jun Moling had already stepped onto the swaying drawbridge.
The Dragon Roar Sword in Shen Ruoxi’s hand flashed with a cold light, cutting through iron like mud. She put all her strength into fiercely hacking at the iron locks.
The treasure sword collided violently with the iron locks, emitting crisp and sharp sounds.
One side of the iron lock broke instantly, but before she had ti to cut the other side, she sharply felt an extrely sharp blade aura coming towards her, and her body quickly dodged.
Due to the narrow foothold and her body being half-suspended, the next blade ca in an instant, pressing directly against her face.
Shen Ruoxi’s hairs stood on end, as the blade was about to fiercely slash at her chest.
But the anticipated pain did not arrive. Instead, she was suddenly pulled into a warm and solid embrace, followed by the roaring clash of weapons.
"Stay behind ." Jun Moling’s voice was cold and resolute.
How could Shen Ruoxi hide behind him? After confirming her own safety, her body rose into the air again, lunging towards the other drawbridge cable.
Jun Moling watched her figure leave with wide eyes, his heart leaping to his throat, breaking out in a cold sweat.
Before he could act, he heard the thunderous war cry of Beichang Country: "Kill Jun Moling, and we win, kill!"
In an instant, he was heavily surrounded by the tide-like enemy troops.
Fortunately, those protecting him had already arrived, and as the fighting comnced, the opponents gained no advantage.
Shen Ruoxi had already reached the other side of the drawbridge where the iron locks were. Her treasure sword had not yet fallen when she sensed a cold arrow whistle through the air.
She quickly retreated, struggling to block the arrows with her sword.
At this critical mont, she suddenly felt the pressure ease as two people arrived in ti to shield her from the barrage of arrows.
"Ruoxi, quickly cut the drawbridge iron locks, quick!" Jun Moling shouted at her.
The other person was none other than Xiao Chengyi, descending with Jun Moling like gods.
Shen Ruoxi dared not hesitate for a mont, flying forward and swinging her sword with all her might.
With a "boom," the drawbridge fell with a crash.
Dayi Country’s army surged across like a raging torrent.
Zhen’er pressed tightly on her arm wound, her eyes stinging as she watched Jun Moling and Xiao Chengyi standing side by side in front of Shen Ruoxi, fighting bravely to shield her from all dangers.
Those scenes were like blades, piercing her eyes and heart.
The battlefield was engulfed in smoke, weapons clashed, and the soldiers of Dayi Country and Beichang Country engaged fiercely, the sound of battle thunderous and intense.
However, with their ample forces, Dayi Country gradually gained the upper hand, while the Beichang soldiers retreated step by step, the situation growing ever more dire.
"Commander, escape quickly!" a soldier hurriedly rushed over, shouting to Chunyu Mingyan.
"Retreat, back to the pass!" Chunyu Mingyan shouted desperately, attempting to withdraw and defend.
But it seed fate did not favor them.
"It’s not good, we have a traitor, Xia Pass has fallen!" the desperate voice of a soldier ca.
In an instant, Chunyu Mingyan was in chaos like a headless fly, helplessly shouting, "Run quickly."
On the other side of the battlefield, Shen Ruoxi, after cutting the drawbridge, was about to descend and reunite with her senior sister.
At this mont, she saw Zhen’er fiercely battling two Beichang soldiers.
One of Zhen’er’s arms was soaked in bright red blood, her face pale as paper, her body teetering on the verge of collapse.
Despite Shen Ruoxi’s extre dislike for her, at this mont, Zhen’er was indeed valiantly fighting for the country.
Zhen’er felt the overwhelming murderous aura engulfing her. Since coming across, her body had not recovered well after her recent miscarriage, coupled with the severe arrow wound on her arm, making her extrely weak.
Her vision blurred, her body swayed uncontrollably, and in that haze, a sharp blade thrust toward her chest.
She instinctively raised her hand to block, yet her whole body was on the verge of collapsing.
At this critical mont, a sharp blade suddenly appeared to fend off that fatal strike.
The enemy instantly fell, blood splattering onto Zhen’er’s face.
In disbelief, she turned her head to see Shen Ruoxi’s sword still dripping with blood, her gaze cold yet mixed with a hint of complexity, "Are you okay? Can you hold on?"
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