The Lovely Heiress Is Actually A God Beast

Capítulo 1157: Chapter 1157: A Little Horn (Part 11)

Rouran’s Crown Prince was hit by an arrow, fell off his horse, and the startled horse whinnied and ran away wildly. He cursed, looked back, saw that the Seventh Prince of the Northern Desert and the Xiongnu General could hold them off a bit, broke the arrow in his body, and not daring to waste a moment, he frantically ran towards the direction of the camp.

Faster, faster!

Almost there!

He passed by the corpse of the Third Prince of Rouran and did not spare a glance at his good third brother, instead desperately running forward.

The sound of hooves behind him grew closer and closer. He dared not look back, but couldn’t help taking a glance, and that glance made his heart shatter, his face filled with horror.

General Zhentian sat atop a tall horse, and hanging from that horse were two heads; who else could they be but the Seventh Prince of the Northern Desert and the Xiongnu General?

In his view, he had only been running for a short while, who would have thought the two could only hold out for such a short time before dying!

Useless things! Trash!

Rouran’s Crown Prince cursed the two in his heart, quickened his pace, and ran frantically, his legs almost creating afterimages.

He felt the air in his lungs thinning, and his throat was getting uncomfortably hot.

But he couldn’t stop, definitely couldn’t stop!

He once fought with the Xiongnu General and was no match for him at all.

And this Xiongnu General, who could defeat him, died at the hands of General Zhentian, so if he were caught, how could he survive?

Run!

Faster!

Faster still!

Who exactly is this General Zhentian? How could Great Xia have such a fierce general? Why has such a formidable general been hidden for so many years?

If General Zhentian had appeared on the battlefield a few years earlier, would the foreign states have allied? Would they have dared to oppose Great Xia? They could only bow their heads in submission and pay tribute every year!

Damn it!

Why is the sound of hooves getting closer!

He hated himself for not having several legs to flee with.

“Stop running.” A voice like Asura’s call for death was right at his ear.

He turned back and fearfully found that person had dismounted and was standing right behind him.

He wanted to keep running, but someone gently grabbed his collar from behind.

He gritted his teeth and desperately ran forward, hating the fine material of his fur coat for not tearing. If it had torn, he would have been able to run away.

Suddenly, a great force came from his collar, he was yanked, then thrown!

Wind howled around him.

Like a broken kite, he soared high in an arc, then crashed heavily.

He fell into the yellow sand, immediately sinking, half his body buried in the sand.

He looked back, terrified, and beside him were the lifeless eyes of his third brother, who had died without closing them. He had clearly run far away, but with just a casual toss, he was thrown back to his third brother’s side.

He struggled to breathe, sand choking into his lungs with each breath, causing him to cough violently.

General Zhentian walked leisurely toward him, as if strolling through a garden with ease.

“Let me go, I am the Third Prince of Rouran, I am the next King of Rouran! If you let me go, Rouran will not participate in the alliance, and will sign a hundred-year peace agreement with Great Xia!”

“Tsk!” General Zhentian smirked playfully, “It seems you still haven’t figured out the situation!”

“The foreign states have already allied, with Great Xia’s war power, they’re no match! Even if you, General Zhentian, are very powerful, with your strength alone, can you be a match for thousands of troops? If all the men of Great Xia went to war, would there be two million soldiers? While the foreign alliance, their men are brave and good at fighting, easily taking on ten each. Do you know how much fighting power the foreign alliance army has this time?”

“What does it matter to me?”

“What do you mean?” The Rouran Crown Prince was dumbfounded.

General Zhentian sneered, “What does it matter to me how large the foreign alliance army is, I’ll kill as many as I can.”