She Came to Heal, Stayed to Conquer

The speed at which the Turkic general and Zhao Zun exchanged blows was too fast, their two figures continuously moving and changing positions in the dust, making it difficult for her to lock onto a stable shooting point.

Han Lei’s brow furrowed tightly, her fingers tightening and relaxing on the trigger, relaxing and tightening again and again for several times, yet she was never able to pull the trigger.

She was afraid that even a fraction of a second of error would cause the bullet to mistakenly hit Zhao Zun.

Her face was full of anxiety and tension, her heart racing, and her breathing becoming rapid.

At this moment, Hua Tianyou, who had fallen behind, limped up with urgency on his face.

At the foot of the mountain was already a cacophony of battle cries, and Zhao Zun and the others were unknown.

Hua Tianyou was anxious inside, seeing the two of them not only stopped, but Han Lei also hugging something and lying on the ground, unaware of what she was doing.

Hua Tianyou, panting heavily, came over and kicked Han Lei’s arm.

"Hey! Why did you stop again? Hurry up!"

This kick made Han Lei’s finger instinctively tighten on the trigger, and with a "bang", the sound was low and muffled, the bullet whistled through the night sky towards the foot of the mountain.

Han Lei looked at the sniper rifle that made the sound, and in an instant, her anger soared, turning her head with a soft yet furious shout.

"Are you crazy? Do you know what you’re doing? It could cost lives!"

Hua Tianyou was startled by her head-on reprimand and then looked bewildered.

What did he do?

He didn’t do anything!

Why was Han Lei so furious?

At the foot of the mountain.

Turkic soldiers surged like a tide around Zhao Zun and his men, the clash of metal weapons and the shouts of soldiers forming a tragic battlefield scene.

Zhao Zun was currently focusing on fighting the Turkic general Alpi. He fought braver, his eyes cold as blades, every swing of his sword carried a determination to kill.

When it comes to force, Alpi naturally was no match for Zhao Zun, but he was also a fierce general among the Turkic.

His body was already marked with several wounds, bleeding continuously. Yet, at this time, his wild instinct to eat raw meat was fully manifesting. He wielded his knife, enduring the pain to continue fighting Zhao Zun to a standstill.

"Protect the Prince!"

Zhao Zun’s trusted aides and the team led by Ma Cheng closely surrounded Zhao Zun, fighting back the continuously surging Turkic soldiers, retreating while battling without the slightest chaos.

"Brothers, hold on!"

Ma Cheng shouted, slashing down the Turkic soldier in front of him with a sword. His face was full of sweat and blood, but the resolve in his eyes never wavered.

But as the Turkic soldiers fell, another group gathered, advancing wave after wave, the collision of metal weapons and the shouts of soldiers interwoven, the grassy ground at the heart of the fierce battle quickly soaked with blood.

The trusted aides led by Xiao Zhengfei and the small team led by Ma Cheng, though outnumbered, grew more strenuous as they fought, gradually falling into disadvantage, yet they were still fighting hard to protect Zhao Zun.

In the distance, Turkic cavalry rode in on war horses at high speed, also drawing bow and arrow while riding.

Suddenly, an arrow encased in the night wind, like the call of death, shot straight towards Zhao Zun’s back.

"Prince, watch out."

Ma Cheng, who was fighting beside Alpi’s trusted aides, was quick-eyed and quick-handed, while swinging his sword to deflect the enemies in front of him, he turned back without hesitation to use his body to push Zhao Zun, who was in fierce battle.

"Whoosh——"

The arrow whizzed by, Zhao Zun dodged, but the arrow happened to hit Ma Cheng’s neck.

Ma Cheng’s body shuddered violently, his eyes widen as he fell to the ground, the sharp arrow still firmly lodged in his neck.

Being pushed aside, Zhao Zun suddenly turned his head, just in time to see Ma Cheng’s body collapse heavily to the ground, the grief in his heart surged like a tide.

"Ma Cheng."

Zhao Zun cried out in pain, his eyes almost bursting from their sockets.

At this moment, Alpi, who suddenly lost a target, also froze for a moment.

He glanced at Ma Cheng who had fallen in front of him and quickly locked his gaze back onto Zhao Zun.

Perhaps to provoke Zhao Zun, Alpi stuck out his tongue to lick away the blood at the corner of his mouth and then drew a sinister smile.

"Watch the knife."

He then shouted loudly. In front of Zhao Zun, he deliberately stepped on Ma Cheng’s head to gain leverage and swung his curved knife brutally toward Zhao Zun.

Alpi’s act of desecrating Ma Cheng’s body indeed enraged Zhao Zun.

"You beast!"

Zhao Zun clenched his teeth, his eyes spewing fire, with a quick point of toe, his body immediately soared into the air.