My Chinese ancestors

Chapter 629 The Abandoned Emperor
"His Majesty--"

The bright sky seemed to be dyed red at this moment, obscuring the vision of everyone nearby, and the shouts of the Guards Cavalry and Lancelot rang out in an instant.

Blood gushed out of Sakpruit's chest, and it passed through his eyes like a cannonball, hitting the guards cavalry who were rushing towards him a few steps away.

Lancelot abandoned a Ceres general who was fighting with him, turned around and rushed to the fallen emperor, helped him up, and saw that the flesh and blood were separated inside the torn collar, and the bones of the chest were almost all split open.

He immediately took out the powder from the small bag hanging at his waist, poured it on, tilted his head and shouted to the people around him: "Moses!"

At this time, the huge carriage that was crossing the crowd rushed through the fighting crowd, turned a sharp corner, and rushed back.

"Sakprut!"

With his cloak fluttering, Su Chen held the reins in one hand and the Great Xia Dragon Bird in the other. He roared and slashed with the sword several times, and the three guards who were blocking his way were knocked off their horses.

When the carriage passed the corpses, another guard cavalry rushed over desperately and swung the weapon in his hand at the same time Su Chen swung his sword.

The guard cavalryman, who was wearing animal skins on his shoulders and half armor, shouted loudly, and the long sword in his hand flew into the air.

The sky was slanting and it was already getting dark.

Su Chen held the reins with one hand and turned around, a few drops of blood splashed on his face. When the carriage was halfway between the opponent's horse, he suddenly turned his arm, which had slashed with the sword, and slashed the back of the cavalryman who had not yet fallen off the horse with another sword.

Above the running warhorse, the guard cavalryman was stabbed in the back and threw himself forward, falling from the right side of the horse's neck.

At this time on the battlefield, the Feiqiang cavalry and the Mongolian light cavalry had already gained an absolute advantage, and they collided and clashed violently with the 300 guards cavalry.

In the dim battle, Sakpruit cavalry kept blocking Su Chen and shouting in the Oufeiro language.

"His Majesty!"

Ma Chao rushed out from the crowd, his silver armor and white robe all covered in blood.

"Mengqi, Emperor Sakprut is over there!" Su Chen slowed down the chariot, pointed at Sakprut who had been dragged into the crowd in front, and shouted: "He's in front, go and take his head--"

The wind was warm and soft towards evening.

Hysterical screams, the sound of swords clashing, and the chaos and noise continued. In the rear, the defeated Sakpruit soldiers came to the east bank, and when they saw the fighting here, they immediately detoured.

At this time, Xiang Yu's cavalry also rushed from behind and directly crashed into the back of the Sakprut Guards Cavalry.

There were only more than 300 Sakpruit cavalrymen, and after an hour of fighting, only fifty or sixty were left. Now there were enemy reinforcements coming from the rear, and the distance between them was shortened, so they had to rush towards Lancelot.

"Moses, think of a solution quickly. We can't let the plan go to waste..."

Lancelot dragged the seriously injured and unconscious Sakpruit onto the horse. The old man on the side looked at the cavalry groups rushing around and was silent for a moment. He then slowly raised the worn cane in his hand.

"Don't let him use the cane!" In the distance, that was Zhang Jue's voice, running quickly behind Xiang Yu's cavalry.

Lu Bu rode his horse and galloped over, and Xiang Yu killed two barbarian cavalrymen and rushed over here.

Subutai and Ma Chao also broke through the encirclement of twenty people and drew their bows and arrows at the old man over there and Sakprut who was lying on his horse.

A shocking moment.

The wooden staff in Moses' hand slammed into the ground, and the staff broke instantly, turning into a blue halo that enveloped them.

All around, the charging cavalry drew their bows and shot arrows. Lu Bu, Ma Chao, and Xiang Yu swung their weapons and smashed them fiercely at the blue light.

All the force exerted seemed to sink into the quagmire at this moment, and the blue halo just shook without suffering any damage.

Ma Chao took two steps back, flicked the tiger-headed golden spear, and then swung it again, "Come again!"

The long weapon smashed over with a loud sound of breaking wind, and then bounced him back, causing the horse under him to take a few steps back.

Xiang Yu and Lu Bu also encountered the same situation and looked surprised.

"Sakprut..." The horse's hooves turned, and Su Chen stood on the chariot holding the Great Xia Dragon Bird, looking at the blue halo with some unwillingness.

The sword strike just now must have seriously injured the opponent, but it is not clear whether he will die.

On one side, a cavalry guard with tattered armor rushed up and was knocked to the ground by several Fei Qiang cavalrymen nearby.

Su Chen didn't even look at the counterattack of these exhausted guards cavalry, but stared at the blue halo that did not belong to this world.

"Ahhhh-"

He roared unwillingly: "Almost, almost!!"

next second.

The blue halo suddenly collapsed under the siege of everyone, wrapping up the few people and horses inside, turning into a tiny blue light spot, and then disappeared.

Su Chen looked at the empty ground and the pool of blood left by Sakpruit, and said the last words of the day: "Kill! Kill all the barbarians, not even a single defeated soldier will be spared!"

Angry and unwilling words were almost roared out, and then the cavalry's horn sounded in the dim light.

The battlefield, which had just been silent, was once again engulfed in fighting. The dozen or so remaining guards were slaughtered in an instant, their heads were chopped off and hung on nearby trees.

Subutai glanced at the emperor with a ferocious and terrifying expression over there, raised his hand silently, and the surrounding Mongolian cavalry turned around and spread out in small teams.

In the dim sky, torches of all sizes lit up, and everywhere there were silhouettes of people and horses running and shouting. Various rockets also rose into the sky, frantically searching for the defeated Sakpruit soldiers hiding in the darkness, and then killing them one by one.

Thousands of people were fleeing, but as time passed, they were all killed on the field in the night.

As the victory was established here, A'dar also ran over excitedly and saluted Su Chen, who was standing motionless on the chariot. As if he was very familiar with him, he walked over and wanted to continue the conversation.

Su Chen, who was looking to the west, turned around suddenly.

Snapped!
A loud slap sent Adal flying, which frightened the nearby Satsuma soldiers so much that they did not dare to step forward to support their emperor.

"Respected Emperor Saili... Emperor Saili..." One side of Adar's cheek was red, with five finger marks clearly imprinted on it. There was blood on the corner of his mouth. He struggled to get up from the ground tremblingly, and then knelt on the ground consciously.

"I have been preparing for this for so long, consuming so many soldiers and food, to achieve the situation where we can win the battle today!"

Su Chen's eyes were filled with anger. The armor on his body was shaking up and down, making a rustling sound.

"And your army has been fighting poorly all along. You can barely even climb a city wall. You should have come here earlier to chase us in the wilderness. Why did you come only now?!"

He stepped down from the carriage, and when Adar raised his face, he was kicked two feet away.

"Are you thinking about your Satsuma Palace? Go in and see if Emperor Sakprut is messing around in there?!"

Over there, a personal guard of the Satsuma Emperor wanted to come forward, but after taking two steps, he was hit in the chest by a flying halberd. Dian Wei and Xu Chu came over, Dian Wei stood behind Su Chen with two halberds on his back, while Xu Chu stepped forward and dragged the dead Satsuma soldier away.

A'dar turned pale with fear as he looked at the bodies of the soldiers being dragged away.

Budares came hurriedly with the Samoan army. Seeing this scene, he dismounted and waved his hands repeatedly in his broken Chinese: "Emperor, we are one of our own! We are one of our own!"

Su Chen didn't want to curse, but these Samoans were watching, so he had to give them some face.

After all, they will still need to continue fighting.

After a while, he spoke again.

"Marquis Wen, tomorrow morning, immediately set out to the south and defeat the last of the Sakprut Legion that is besieging the Prime Minister."

As he said that, Su Chen turned around and walked onto the ancestral coffin carriage, his cloak lifted up: "After the battle, rest for half a month, contact Wu'an Hou and Li Jing in the north, and head west to Oufeiluo together!"

"Here!"

……

The same sky, but under different night scenes, the stars are densely packed to form a long silver river.

Nongma, an important town at the gateway to Ophiro in the northwest of Analia Province, is still shrouded in the quiet night.

An unknown wild bird made a strange sound in the woods, and then a blue halo brightened in its eyes, and it was startled and flew away.

The blue halo brightened to its peak and then quickly disappeared.

Outside the woods was a densely packed high wall. The soldiers on top naturally saw the light, and immediately groups of soldiers rushed out of the city gate and headed into the woods.

"His Majesty?"

"prophet?"

Before entering, they saw the prophet Moses and several knights coming out, followed by Lancelot, who was leading a warhorse with the blood-stained Sakprut on its back.

"Notify the doctors in Nongma Palace immediately to prepare!"

Lancelot ordered in a serious voice.

Soon, the entire Nongma Palace was in chaos. It was the first time for the people who stayed behind here to see the iron-blooded Emperor Sakpruit suffer such serious injuries. It was conceivable how fierce the war outside was.

It was not until the second half of the night that the rescue work was finally stopped.

Sakprut, lying in his bedroom, woke up and fell into coma again and again because of his severe injuries and excessive blood loss. It was not until the sky gradually brightened that his condition stabilized a lot.

The morning outside the window is quiet and peaceful.

Birds fluttered and chirped on the branches, and a maid carrying a medicine box walked quietly along the red carpeted corridor with her head lowered.

Through the half-open door, the court physician who had been standing guard secretly observed the emperor waking up on the velvet bed.

"How's it going out there? Where's the Prophet Moses and Lancelot?"

The wind squeezed in through the window, causing the candlelight in the room to sway slightly, and at the same time, there were Sakpruit's weak words.

Lying on the bed covered with wool and down, he half-closed his eyes and looked around. His gaze finally fell on the doctor and he asked him why the people closest to him were not here.

"Where did they go? Are they going to leave me because I'm injured?"

His voice was hoarse and he tried to tilt his head and prop himself up.

But the severe pain in his chest made him grit his teeth if he moved even a little.

He lowered his eyes and saw that his chest under the quilt was wrapped in a thick layer of bandages. Even though the bleeding had stopped and the injury had eased a little, the blood still stained the bandage red.

"Haha...you're seriously injured..."

Sakpruit never thought that one day he would be injured so badly. He always felt that he was chosen by destiny and came to this world, so he should be invincible.

"Go and call Lancelot, and Gawain...if he comes back too, have him come with you to my bed."

Sakpruit breathed a sigh of relief and told the doctor to notify the waiter outside, but before the terrified doctor could open the door.

The door to the bedroom has been pushed open.

Lancelot, dressed in black, majestic armor, walked in, followed by four tall guards.

"Lancelot, you are finally here. Tell me... the war over there now..."

Sackpruit on the bed spoke weakly, but he had only said half of his words when Lancelot came over and just calmly checked his injuries and gestured to the guards who came in.

The four men walked to the bed in silence, and then... lifted up the huge bed that weighed hundreds of pounds.

"what you do?!"

Sakpruit was startled for a moment. He looked at himself in confusion as he and the velvet bed were lifted up and then carried towards the open door.

“When an eagle’s wings are broken, there is no need for it to continue flying. It has already experienced the fear of falling from the sky, so it is difficult for it to fly.

And this emerging empire cannot be destroyed by a broken-winged eagle, Your Majesty... I am sorry that I have to address you respectfully in this way for the last time."

Lancelot followed the bed that was carried out. He said to the horrified Sakprut on the bed with an expressionless face: "Your Majesty, your future achievements will surpass your current achievements. Your prestige will be unmatched. Your name will spread throughout the heavens and the earth, and even to the ears of the Heavenly Father."

"What are you going to do?!" Sakpruit thought of a possibility: they were going to rebel!
However, he was too badly injured to struggle down. Occasionally, he saw patrolling soldiers passing by and called for help, but the palace soldiers turned a deaf ear to him and quickened their pace to leave Sakpruit's sight.

Not long after, he was carried to the end of the castle, which was also the cathedral he often visited.

The lobby here is dedicated to God the Father, a deity whose face cannot be seen clearly and who appears as an old man. There are passages on both sides of the huge sculpture for people to pass through.

Inside was a spacious hall, more like another royal palace.

At the top is a throne carved from huge stone. On both sides are rocks with swords stuck in them. On the other side are water basins with another sword stuck in the center of the water.

The throne where he once sat was now occupied by a stone statue.

"That is……"

Sakpruit was lying on the bed, trying to look at the stone statue. His eyes narrowed instantly. It was a figure that could not be more familiar.

King Arthur!
(End of this chapter)