Who put the yellow robe on me?

Thirteenth Princess Jiang Sirou stared intently at the elite troops from the Western Regions rushing towards her, feeling excited.

She was a warlike person. She had often been taught swordsmanship by Zhong Xiaodan, Zhong Dalu and others, and she was already very excited. Now that she could go to the battlefield in person, the blood in her heart was already boiling.

However, although the troops from the Western Regions were not numerous, they were very dispersed and attacked from both sides of the Daliang troops.

Several of them came to the Thirteenth Princess. When the Thirteenth Princess saw the opportunity, she drew her sword and wanted to fight with the enemy.

Jiang Chen frowned upon seeing this and immediately shouted, "Dianzhang, Zhou Liangwei, protect the Thirteenth Princess!"

Dianzhang and Zhou Liangwei were already accustomed to the Thirteenth Princess's willfulness, so they did not dare to be negligent at this moment. They quickly rode their horses to catch up, fearing that she might make any mistakes.

She shouted loudly and swung the sword in her hand to fight with the enemy.

Although her martial arts skills were poor, she wore soft gold armor and was not afraid of swords and knives, and she actually posed a considerable threat to the enemy.

Seeing her aggressive attitude, several Western Region soldiers, although suspicious, did not dare to underestimate her and raised their swords to fight.

However, the protection of the golden soft armor was so strong that their attacks had no effect on her.

Jiang Sirou was overjoyed when she saw how powerful the golden silk soft armor was, and she went all out!

It was as if they were in a frenzy of battle, and every move they made hit the enemy's vital points, leaving the Western Region soldiers at a loss for a moment.

Seeing that every move she made was fraught with danger, their hearts were in their throats.

Suddenly, a Western assassin jumped out from the crowd and stabbed her head with the sword in his hand.

"Princess, be careful!" Dian Zhang and Zhou Liangwei followed closely on her two sides, trying to resist the swordsmanship of the Western Region assassin, but it was too late because the distance was too far.

At the critical moment, there was a loud “whoosh!”

A shadow arrow shot out from the crowd as fast as thunder. The arrow was extremely accurate, cutting through the sky and piercing straight through the assassin's chest.

The assassin's eyes widened, his body seemed to be frozen, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a crisp metallic sound.

His body swayed and he finally fell on his back, blood gushing out, staining the ground red.

Jiang Sirou was stunned for a moment, then looked back in the direction where the Shadow Roar Arrow came from.

Zhong Xiao was holding the bowstring with one hand, his expression stern. When his eyes met hers, they softened a little, but his brows were still furrowed.

The soldiers of Daliang were inspired by this arrow, their morale was even higher, and they launched a fierce counterattack.

Jiang Chen quickly rode back to the center of the group and shouted to Zhong Xiaodan, "Second Young Master, we can't let the enemy gather together. Lead a team of elite soldiers and attack from the flank! We must disrupt their formation!"

Zhong Xiaodan immediately nodded and replied, "I understand, Your Highness! I will take my men there right away!" He turned his horse around without hesitation and led a team of elite soldiers to rush quickly towards the enemy's flank.

At the same time, Jiang Chen also commanded the rest of the soldiers to advance gradually, forming an encirclement and firmly controlling the enemy's main force in the middle.

The soldiers from the Western Regions began to retreat, their defense lines gradually collapsed, and their formations were in chaos.

Suddenly, a low horn sounded from the crowd in the Western Regions.

"beep!!!"

When the people from the Western Regions heard the horn, there was an immediate commotion.

Immediately afterwards, a tall general from the Western Regions slowly walked out.

He had a vicious look, thick eyebrows, a high nose bridge, a beard that reached his chest, and was wearing black armor with a ferocious tiger embroidered on his chest, highlighting his identity and status.

He held a huge scimitar in both hands, and the blade reflected the firelight, looking extremely sharp.

His face was as hard as iron, his eyes were fierce, and the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, revealing a sneer.

He glanced around, his gaze finally fixed on Jiang Chen, and he shouted, "Are you the Sixteenth Prince?"

Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, still keeping alert: "I am Jiang Chen, who are you?"

"It doesn't matter who I am," the general said coldly, his voice rough and hoarse. "Let me ask you, did you kill General Saizhuo?"

Jiang Chen was slightly stunned. The name General Saizhuo sounded familiar to him, but he couldn't remember where he had heard it.

His brow furrowed as he began to recall rapidly in his mind.

"General Saizhuo... General Saizhuo..." Jiang Chen muttered to himself, trying hard to recall the name.

At this moment, Xu Ningce quickly stepped forward, approached Jiang Chen, and whispered, "Your Highness, Prince of Yan, General Sai Zhuo is the Western Region general we killed when we rescued the general in Dayan Mountain that day."

"Oh, it's him!" Jiang Chen's mind quickly flashed through the fierce battle and the "sissy" who was pierced through the heart by Zhong Xiaodan's arrow.

Jiang Chen's eyes flashed with sudden realization, and then he nodded, frowning slightly as he looked at the Western Region general in front of him. This guy was aggressive and obviously had bad intentions.

He stared coldly at the Western Region general and asked in a deep voice, "Then let me ask you, who are you?"

The general's eyes were filled with anger as he glared at Jiang Chen, as if he wanted to eat him alive: "You don't need to know who I am, just answer me, did you kill General Saizhuo?"

Jiang Chen smiled, not caring about the other party's anger at all. Instead, he seemed more calm: "Why should I tell you about General Sai Zhuo if you don't tell me who you are?"

The general gritted his teeth and finally spoke: "I am General Saizhuo's brother, General Mammon."

Hearing this name, Jiang Chen showed a playful smile on his face: "So you are General Sai Zhuo's brother, how disrespectful! Yes, General Sai Zhuo was killed by me!"

Zhong Xiaodan looked nervous and was about to speak when Jiang Chen interrupted him with a wave of his hand.

He understood that Jiang Chen wanted to take the blame for the murder at this moment.

General Mammon's face turned pale and blue, and murderous intent surged in his eyes: "Good! Very good! Excellent! I will remember you, Jiang Chen! I, Mammon, will definitely take your head!"

Jiang Chen refused to back down and sneered, "There are so many people who want my head, you have to queue up!"

Hearing this, General Mammon's expression darkened even further. He snorted coldly and said through gritted teeth, "You're lucky today. When my army reaches Liangzhou City, I'll see how much more powerful you can be!"

"Liangzhou City?" Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows upon hearing this, and said with a hint of contempt, "Then it depends on whether you have the ability. General Mammon, Liangzhou City, you will only fail again!"

General Mammon was furious, but he also knew that the situation was unfavorable. His troops had less than a thousand people and could not deal with Jiang Chen and his thousands of soldiers.

He shouted grimly, "Let's go!"

Following General Mammon's order, the accompanying Western Region army retreated quickly. Some soldiers disappeared into the depths of the jungle, while others followed closely behind.

Soon, the battlefield, which was originally tense, became empty, leaving only a few corpses and a mess.

The Thirteenth Princess finally couldn't help but pout, saying dissatisfiedly, "Is this the person from the Western Regions? All they do is steal and do dirty things! They have no backbone at all."

The cunning and scheming of the people from the Western Regions were far beyond her imagination. Jiang Chen knew that they would never retreat so easily.

This battle has just begun.

The real battlefield of this battle is at the foot of Xiliang City.