Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 302 Capturing the Princess Alive (2)

"It's your grandfather, Song Zhe!"

Its sound was like a booming bell, echoing across the snow-covered plains.

Wanyan Zongmin's expression changed slightly. Seeing the silver spear hurtling towards his chest, he was confident in his martial prowess and felt little fear. He already had his scimitar in hand, and with a whoosh, he slashed at the spear shaft. Although Wanyan Zongmin's physique wasn't as robust as that of the average Jurchen, he was still quite strong. Cutting through flying arrows with a scimitar was commonplace for him, especially since the spear wasn't as fast as an arrow.

However, to Wanyan Zongmin's surprise, the moment the scimitar struck the spear shaft, it produced a crisp clang. The ear-piercing metallic clang almost ruptured Wanyan Zongmin's eardrums. A powerful recoil force sent the scimitar flying from his hand.

His tiger's mouth was cracked from the impact, and his palm was covered in blood.

That wasn't all. Despite being slashed by the scimitar, the spear only slightly deflected, narrowly missing the heart but still piercing the chest with a soft thud. How could Wanyan Zongmin know that the spear in Song Yan's hand was specially forged, weighing nearly a hundred pounds, and that Song Yan had thrown it with all his might? How could a mere scimitar weighing a few pounds possibly cleave it in two?

The immense impact pierced through Wanyan Zongmin's chest, causing his entire body to stagger backward. With a thud, the spearhead embedded itself in the tree trunk behind him. The tree, shaken by the impact, shed snow from its branches.

The gun, due to its own weight, was still slowly falling downwards even though it was embedded in the tree trunk. The wound in his chest was torn open, and blood gushed out. Even though Wanyan Zongmin was a formidable character, he could not withstand such torture. His face was contorted with pain, and his forehead was covered with beads of sweat. His face was as pale as paper.

This sudden turn of events instantly alerted the other guards, who quickly drew their swords, formed a circular formation, and stood ready.

A few breaths later, a group of tall horses appeared from the woods. Although they were not clad in black armor, it was immediately clear that these cavalrymen were Han Chinese. Fortunately, the trees in this western region were mostly cedars and relatively sparse; otherwise, it would have been quite difficult for these warhorses to run through the forest.

At a glance, although they didn't know the exact number of the enemy, it was definitely several times their own. That's not all; these Han knights were tall and burly, possessing a fierce and savage aura that was no less impressive than that of the Jurchen warriors. Even though their personal guards were all elite soldiers selected from among the best, they probably wouldn't fare any better against these men.

Damn.

Blood was spitting from the corner of Wanyan Zongmin's mouth.

He was the smartest man in the entire Jurchen tribe. He absolutely did not believe that his plan would be seen through by these Han people. It must be that these Han dogs were too cunning. Although they attacked the royal court, they still arranged for cavalry to meet them on the way. And they were unlucky enough to run into them.

Wanyan Zongmin's gaze swept around, finally lingering briefly on Nahetuya. Damn it, no matter what, the princess must not fall into the hands of these Han people. With the princess's stunning beauty, if she falls into the hands of the Han people, her fate will be extremely tragic.

"Everyone, listen to my command!" Suddenly, Wanyan Zongmin mustered all his strength and roared, "Escort the Princess away!"

"It will take them a few breaths to get here, I will stay here to delay them for you."

Wanyan Zongmin's voice was already somewhat hoarse. He finally shifted his gaze from Nahetuya to the rapidly approaching cavalry in the distance, raised his right hand, and gripped the spear shaft. The weight of nearly a hundred pounds was not something Wanyan Zongmin could easily bear, yet at this moment, he seemed to be unleashing unprecedented potential, his strength even more terrifying than usual.

That long, gleaming silver spear was gradually loosened by Wanyan Zongmin's pulling.

Faintly, one could hear a series of popping sounds as the gun barrel detached from the tree trunk. The entire weight of the gun pressed down on the wound, instantly tearing both the surface and the pierced interior apart once more.

Even though Wanyan Zongmin was already determined to die, he still couldn't help but let out a painful groan.

The remaining thirty-one guards exchanged glances, and one of them quickly appeared beside Nakhtoya, grabbed her wrist, and retreated rapidly.

Wanyan Zongmin even managed a smile on his face.

Nakhtoya, the one I secretly love.

The brightest pearl in the entire Haixi Grassland.

Although she was a noble princess and he was just a guard outside the royal tent, the difference in their status meant that even if he liked her, he could only keep it to himself and dare not show it. But even so, he wanted to do one last thing for the princess, which was to use his life to give her a chance to live.

In that case, even if she dies, the princess will probably still remember her, right?
Thinking this, Wanyan Zongmin felt as if his body was filled with inexhaustible power, and his wounds became numb... Wanyan Zongmin probably didn't know that more than a thousand years later, his behavior would be called "licking dog".

Wanyan Zongmin was not aware of being a sycophant. On the contrary, he seemed to be caught in a frenzy of self-sacrifice and emotion. He kept pulling with his arm, inch by inch, and finally pulled the nearly 100-pound spear out of his chest cavity.

Despite the freezing weather, the pain of flesh being torn apart caused Wanyan Zongmin to break out in a cold sweat, his entire body drenched in sweat. His muscles seemed to be twitching violently from the pain. Just as the spear left his body, the cavalry charged up to him, with a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy at the very front.

With gritted teeth, Wanyan Zongmin squeezed out all his last bit of strength, let out a roar, and his spear swept forward in an instant. He was greedy and even tried to stop all the cavalrymen. Only in this way could he buy Nakhtoya enough time to escape.

With a cold glance at the blood-soaked man, Song Yan, charging at the forefront, neither dodged nor evaded, grabbing an iron mace from his waist... This so-called iron mace is a type of blunt weapon. Forged from eight pieces of wrought iron, its top is shaped like a garlic bulb, concentrating the weight at the top to enhance striking power. It has a willow wood handle, is three feet long, and combines lightness and toughness. With a powerful hammer blow, it can easily penetrate chainmail and lamellar armor, making it the best weapon against heavy cavalry and heavily armored soldiers.

In special circumstances, it can even be used as a tool of punishment, striking the buttocks or back with an iron mace. Three to five strikes can break a person's bones and render them useless.

The trajectory of the spear as it flew through the air was clearly reflected in Song Yan's dark eyes. Suddenly, he raised his right hand and swung it down at the shaft of the spear.

boom.

Buzz buzz buzz~~
The mace bounced violently off the impact.

The spear in Wanyan Zongmin's hand hummed, its shaft radiating immense power that penetrated the shaft and flowed into Wanyan Zongmin's body. Song Yan's current level was equivalent to a sixth-rank martial artist, and with his years of physical training, while his brute strength wasn't yet comparable to Wang Chao or Luo Tianyang, it was certainly not something an ordinary barbarian could withstand. With a crack, both arms succumbed to the impact, and the arm bones broke at the elbows.

The burst bone exposed sharp bone fragments that instantly pierced the skin, leaving it bloody and exposed.

Ahhhhhh~~~~
The energy hadn't completely dissipated, and his legs buckled, causing him to kneel on the ground with a thud. Blood gushed from his elbows, instantly staining the ground crimson.

Song Yan gave Wanyan Zongmin a cold look and scoffed, "If you don't have the ability, why pretend to be a hero?"

"Mahan, chase after them, don't let a single one escape."

"Order."

The hundred cavalrymen beside him showed no sign of stopping, quickly bypassing Wanyan Zongmin in front and chasing after the remaining thirty-odd people who had fled.

Not long after, screams were heard coming from the woods.

About fifteen minutes later, Ma Han and his cavalry emerged from the woods. Many of them carried a blood-soaked corpse, their bodies stained with blood. The rest of the men looked resentful, clearly unhappy about not getting a share of the spoils.

Most of the corpses were decapitated with a single blow.

The training of the Black Armor Warriors is extremely simple. On the battlefield, there are no fancy moves; they only use techniques like splitting mountains with force and sweeping through thousands of troops. In short, every strike is fatal.

He went straight to Song Yan and casually threw the corpse on the ground. The gushing blood mixed with the snow on the ground, staining a large area crimson.

There was another woman, her hands bound, who staggered toward them as she was pushed and shoved by a black-armored soldier.

Upon seeing the woman, Wanyan Zongmin's previously pained expression instantly turned to despair and madness. Despite continuously spitting out fine blood and fragments of internal organs, Wanyan Zongmin seemed completely unconcerned about his injuries, struggling desperately and even attempting to get up from the ground.

"Let her go."

"You bastards, how could you treat the noble princess like this?"

Wanyan Zongmin howled, his face contorted in rage.

Seeing that the guy had straightened up from the ground, a black-armored warrior walked over from behind with a sneer, and with a swift sweep of his steel blade, he cleaved both legs apart at the knees.

puff.

As soon as I stood up straight, I immediately felt shorter.

At this moment, Wanyan Zongmin looked like a human pig from legend, which was rather tragic.

No one shows any mercy to barbarians. They show no mercy when slaughtering Han people, and this is the retribution they deserve.

As for Song Yan, he raised his eyebrows and looked at the woman who was staggering over. She looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old, with a hot, sexy, and fit figure.

She has a wildness like a leopard woman.

Her hair was disheveled, revealing a slight messiness and embarrassment.

Her face, unlike the gentle beauty of women from the Central Plains, also revealed a hint of arrogance and heroism.

Her skin was a little rough, not as smooth and delicate as that of women from the Central Plains.

Song Yan blinked, surprised that this woman was actually Wanyan Zongmin's wife. He had heard about her in the royal court and thought she had perished in the fire.

He took back what he said earlier; this woman was probably prettier than the top courtesan at the Red Sleeve Pavilion.

Moreover, he was originally worried that these people might have some shortcuts that would allow these Jurchen barbarians to quickly reach Anchegu tribe and join up with Wanyan Zongmin. If they set up an ambush, the four thousand black-armored soldiers would be in great danger.

They tried to catch up and intercept them, but who would have thought they would capture Wanyan Guangzhi's wife alive?

What is this?
Was it an unexpected surprise?
He's not Cao Cao; he has no interest in other people's women.

The other black-armored soldiers, including Ma Han, all had extremely strange expressions after hearing Wanyan Zongmin's howl. They looked at Song Yan with strange eyes, and then at the woman whose wrists were bound and whose hair was disheveled.

princess?

I heard that my general prefers women who are a little older than him.

This princess was quite beautiful, had a hot figure, and was only eighteen or nineteen years old, which happened to fall within the general's preferred range.

No wonder the general's expression changed drastically earlier, and he was willing to remove the protective armor of his black armor in order to rush over as quickly as possible.

Tsk tsk tsk, I never expected this, I never expected you to be this kind of general!
Many people chuckled.

(End of this chapter)