The Pretty Wife of General Jinxiu Huanian

Chapter 165: Bravery

Yunxi stood on the high building of the Marquis' Mansion, holding on to the railing, looking hard at the battlefield in the distance. Her heart was completely tied to the prince, and she stamped her feet anxiously.

The battlefield was in chaos, with billowing smoke and shouts of killing that could deafen people's ears.

The prince's silver armor was shining brightly, and he held a long sword tightly in his hand. The warhorse under his crotch snorted and neighed.

The prince's eyes were wide open and his face was tense. He looked like a god of war descended to earth.

"Charge!" The prince roared at the top of his voice, squeezed his legs against the horse's belly, and rushed to the front to kill the enemy camp.

When the soldiers behind him saw this, they immediately became excited and followed the prince closely, shouting.

The enemy army came like a tide, and the prince danced with his long sword. When the sword was raised, it brought up a gust of wind, and when the sword fell, blood splattered.

He swung his arms quickly and violently, and every move seemed to be aimed at taking the enemy's life.

At this moment, a ferocious enemy general rushed towards the prince, brandishing a broadsword and shouting at the top of his lungs, "Prepare to die!"

The prince dodged by tilting his body, then turned his wrist and swung his sword back, piercing the opponent's throat.

The enemy general's eyes suddenly widened into bells, he made two "ugh" sounds, and fell off his horse.

An enemy general rushed towards the prince, shouting, "Die!"

The prince dodged sideways, turned around and stabbed the opponent's throat with his sword.

The enemy general's eyes widened and he fell off his horse.

The prince's warhorse charged through the enemy ranks.

The horse's hooves flew, splashing up pieces of mud. The prince held a long sword, his eyes wide open, and his full beard trembled with his movements.

The armor on his body had been stained with blood so that the original color could not be seen, but he exuded such majesty, like a god of war.

"Protect the prince!" The deputy general beside him shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice cracking and filled with anxiety.

The prince stiffened his neck and shouted, "Don't worry about me, killing the enemy is more important!"

This shout made the ears of the people around him buzz.

His face was splattered with blood, and the blood beads flowed down his cheeks, but the prince didn't even blink and showed no fear at all.

At this time, the enemy sent out a team of elite cavalry, all of whom were strong and powerful, riding tall horses, and rushed over, trying to break through the prince's defense line.

The prince's eyes widened and he cursed, "You came just in time!"

As he said this, he kicked the horse's belly and charged forward without retreating.

"Kill!" The prince roared, and the sound seemed to be able to shake the sky.

The sword in his hand was swung with a whirring sound, and the sword shadow was so fast that people could not see it clearly. In an instant, he killed several enemy soldiers.

The enemy's head rolled to the ground like a ripe watermelon.

"Your Highness is mighty!" the soldiers shouted at the top of their lungs, their voices shaking the ground.

The prince continued to fight bravely, his figure moving across the battlefield, his movements as agile as a gust of wind.

At this time, an enemy soldier seized the opportunity and stabbed the prince with a spear.

The prince twisted his body and swung his sword, sending the soldier's arm flying.

An enemy soldier attacked the prince from behind, but the captain next to him was quick-witted and shot him down with one shot.

"Thank you!" the prince shouted in a loud voice full of gratitude.

The battlefield was littered with corpses, and the stench of blood filled the air. But the prince fought more and more courageously, his energy as if he had just entered the battlefield.

His sword was full of cuts, but every swing could still take the life of an enemy soldier.

"Follow the prince and kill!" The soldiers were in high spirits and followed the prince's steps closely.

The prince took the lead, and the warhorse's hooves were smoking as it ran.

The prince took aim at the enemy's central camp and shouted, "Brothers, follow me!"

As he spoke, he led a team of elite soldiers and attacked the enemy's central camp like an arrow.

Seeing this, the enemy commander panicked, his face pale, and he frantically directed the defense: "Quick, stop them, stop them!"

The prince is like a tiger descending from the mountain, unstoppable.

"Stop him! Stop him!" the enemy commander shouted at the top of his lungs.

But how could he be stopped? The warhorse beneath the prince's crotch neighed, its mane raging. The prince looked like a god of war, his eyes wide open like bells, his full beard standing upright, revealing a fierce and brave look.

He held a long sword, the blade flashing coldly in the sunlight, the blue veins on his arms were bulging, and with every swing of the sword, the muscles bulged and fell.

The prince roared angrily, and the sound seemed to be able to shake people's souls away.

He raised his sword and swung it, creating a gust of wind. The enemy commander's head rolled to the ground like a ripe melon, and blood splattered on the spot.

"The commander-in-chief is dead, and those who surrender will not be killed!" The prince shouted loudly, and this shout made the enemy soldiers' ears buzz.

When the enemy heard this, they immediately lost their composure and looked at each other with fear in their eyes.

Some of them collapsed to the ground with their legs going weak, and the weapons in their hands fell to the ground with a clang; others trembled, wanting to run but not daring to.

The prince rode his horse back and forth among the enemy troops, shouting: "If you don't surrender now, when will you surrender?"

At this time, a few brave enemy soldiers tried to resist stubbornly and rushed towards the prince with their swords raised.

The prince sneered, and in a flash, he dodged the oncoming knife with his body, and swung his sword with his backhand, directly chopping off the man's arm.

The blood spurted high, and the enemy soldiers nearby turned pale with fear.

"Put down your weapons!" the prince shouted again.

The enemy soldiers were completely out of control. They dropped their weapons, knelt on the ground, and kept shouting, "Mercy, mercy!"

In this battle, the prince led his soldiers to a glorious victory with his bravery and fearlessness.

Yunxi heard the news of victory in the Marquis' Mansion and burst into tears of joy.

"The prince has finally returned safely." Yunxi murmured to herself. She paced back and forth in the mansion, anxiously waiting.

The prince returned triumphantly with his soldiers, and the people of the capital lined the streets to welcome him.

The prince rode on his horse, waving to the people. Although his face was tired, his eyes were full of the joy of victory.

The sweat on his face flowed down his cheeks, and his armor was stained with blood, but this did not affect his majesty at all.

When I returned to the Marquis' Mansion, Yunxi was already waiting at the door.

The prince dismounted from his horse, walked a few steps to Yunxi, and hugged her tightly.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry to have caused you worry," the prince said, a hint of guilt in his voice.

Yunxi's eyes were filled with tears. "I hope the prince returns safely."

The whole Marquis' Mansion was filled with jubilation, celebrating the Prince's success.