Why My Domineering Prince Regretted Filing for Divorce?-Chapter 839 - 628: Breakout (2)

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It’s Yu Wencheng’s men, still preparing to charge out!

Everyone became more vigilant, and just as the horse fell, another rider emerged from the thick smoke and firelight. This time, he charged even faster, directly urging his horse to leap over his companion’s corpse, aiming straight for the third burning woodpile.

"Stop him—quickly!"

The Deputy General shouted loudly, and simultaneously, the sharp sound of arrows piercing the air was heard. Three arrows shot from different directions, piercing that man’s throat instantly.

The soldier’s eyes were instantly redder than the firelight before him. From his shattered throat emerged a deep roar, like a beast’s growl echoing through the valley. He slapped the horse’s hindquarters, and the flames already agitating the frightened horse made it sprint madly forward, crashing directly into the woodpile.

At that moment, scattered flames spread across the flat ground in front of the valley. With the tung oil previously poured flowing onto the ground and now igniting, the entire valley entrance burned red. Yuan An’s men dared not approach and could only retreat constantly.

And unknowingly, they left an empty space at the valley entrance!

This is their chance!

Seeing this scene, Yuan An’s eyes turned red too. Immediately waving his hand, the Deputy General hastily brought his horse forward. Yuan An sprinted down the slope, leaped onto the horse, grabbed his sword, and raced towards the valley; simultaneously, two more riders suddenly charged out of the valley. This pair of soldiers held not long swords but bows and arrows, firing multiple shots in the direction where the arrows had just come from, while rushing through the firelight.

Following a few swift noises, agonized screams echoed from the hillside.

Yuan An, originally about to charge to the valley entrance, quickly turned his head and saw seven or eight archers fall, tumbling down the slope.

Yuan An furrowed his brow, sensing something was amiss, but in this electric moment, he had no time to think because, simultaneously, another rider charged out behind these two soldiers.

And this time, the one charging out was vastly different from before. This rider was exceptionally tall and heavy, even the horse ran with a slow and ponderous stride. Everyone squinted and couldn’t help but widen their eyes.

The one on horseback was none other than Yu Wencheng.

Unlike the soldiers who had just broken through wearing soft armor and light cavalry, he was clad in the heavy and imposing Bright Armor, which looked like a towering iron tower on horseback. The archers on the hillside, suppressed by the recently emerged bowmen, could only shoot sporadically, almost unable to harm him. At the same time, more agonized screams rang out from the hillside as archers were shot and fell again.

The remaining archers were like startled birds, no longer daring to focus on the valley but instead looked around, trying to identify where the silent arrows came from, with terrified voices echoing through the valley!

At this point, the archers stationed high by Yuan An could almost no longer exert their power, completely losing their ability to suppress.

This time, Yu Wencheng’s eyes also turned red.

Having been blocked for days, his noble temper could no longer contain the raging mood. Now seeing the archers becoming useless, with a path cleared ahead, despite the intense flames, he no longer cares, shouting loudly: "Charge!"

With that, he swung the long sword in his hand and charged forward.

In front, the two soldiers who had just ignited the woodpile were too late to retreat, feeling a hot wind rushing toward their faces. As they raised their heads, a cold light flashed across their faces, and instantly, they lost consciousness.

Only two heads, spurred by fresh blood, flew up, rolled twice in the air, and immediately fell into the newly ignited woodpile.

Such bloodiness further stimulated Yu Wencheng’s ferocity. He roared wildly, wielding the blood-soaked sword as he continued to charge forward. Behind him, Song Shiyuan also led a cavalry team rushing out, taking advantage of the moment. Although the surroundings were covered with burning grass and shattered wood, heating the ground to a boil, they only had this brief chance, seeing the soldiers blocking the valley entrance for days stunned by the fire they themselves ignited. These men desperately whipped their horses, causing a frenzied charge that directly scattered the unassembled troops outside.