Who put the yellow robe on me?

The Tiger Guards of the Western Regions were approaching at lightning speed like a ferocious beast. The sound of their horses' hooves was like thunder, shaking the earth, as if the entire Daliang were trembling.

Jiang Chen stood in the center of the battlefield, a hint of anxiety flashed in his eyes, and Zhong Xiaodan also felt this sense of oppression.

The swift attack of the Huben Army caught people off guard. The soldiers of Daliang retreated desperately, but their speed was far slower than that of the enemy. They had to find a way to delay the enemy and buy time for themselves.

"Second Young Master," Jiang Chen looked at Zhong Xiaodan, his eyes filled with determination, "We must find a way to divert the Tiger Guards and buy more time for the soldiers in the city to retreat."

Zhong Xiaodan understood Jiang Chen's intention and looked at him firmly: "Okay! Let's go and lead them away!"

Jiang Chen nodded, and without hesitation, he rode his horse eastward, with Zhong Xiaodan following closely behind.

The cold wind blew across their faces, bringing a biting chill, but a fire ignited in their hearts.

In the distance, General Mammon was standing on a high point in the camp, looking out at the movements on the battlefield.

When he saw the Tiger Guards led by General Xianyu galloping towards him, his worries finally subsided a little. General Xianyu's arrival was like a life-saving straw, giving him hope of turning the tide of the war.

General Xianyu rode his warhorse with an imposing presence, his brow furrowed as he scanned the surroundings with a stern gaze. His face was covered in scars from battle, his steely features revealing an air of authority that was undeniable without even being angry.

His eyes were bright, as if he could see through everything, and he looked calm and powerful.

"Mammon," General Xianyu's voice was deep and powerful, carrying an unquestionable authority. "The King of the Western Regions is very dissatisfied with your recent performance. Lord Ji has mentioned your dereliction of duty many times in the court. You should go back and explain it to him yourself."

General Mammon's face darkened, and he was obviously unhappy, but he had to hide his emotions.

He knew very well that Lord Ji was the younger brother of the princess of the King of the Western Regions, and that his performance in the battle of Liangzhou City was indeed not satisfactory.

He bowed his head and said in a humble voice, "Thank you, Brother Xianyu, for your help. The Daliang army is full of tricks and schemes. I have fallen into their traps many times. It is really hard to guard against them."

As he was speaking, a sentry came hurriedly and knelt on the ground panting:

"Report! Most of the Daliang army has retreated to Liangzhou City, leaving only two men riding eastward!"

General Xianyu raised his eyebrows slightly, revealing a hint of interest: "Oh? Who are they?"

The sentry replied, "They look like the Sixteenth Prince Jiang Chen of Daliang and General Zhong Xiaodan of Annan!"

Hearing the names of these two men, General Mammon's eyes flashed with ecstasy, and he quickly said to General Xianyu: "Brother Xianyu, these are the two men who have defeated us many times. As long as we capture them, the Daliang army will be in chaos."

General Xianyu's eyes lit up, clearly realizing the magnitude of this opportunity. "Oh? Is this true?"

He then sneered and raised the spear in his hand: "Pass on my order, immediately send out elite troops to hunt down Jiang Chen and Zhong Xiaodan!"

At the command, more than a dozen Western Region cavalrymen set out quickly and chased eastward.

Jiang Chen and Zhong Xiaodan galloped at full speed, their ears filled with the whistling wind and the sounds of the enemy's pursuit. They knew that if they were caught up, they would be dead.

Jiang Chen felt heavy in his heart. He had to find a way to get rid of the enemy and ensure that Daliang's army suffered minimal losses.

"Second Young Master, let's run away separately!" Jiang Chen shouted, his voice sounding a little broken in the wind.

Zhong Xiaodan understood his intention and nodded without hesitation: "Okay! If we split up, they won't be able to focus on the pursuit!"

The two men slapped their horses' backs and quickly separated, each fleeing in different directions: Jiang Chen headed northeast, and Zhong Xiaodan headed southeast.

The cavalry from the Western Regions split into two groups and chased after the two men.

The night was as dark as ink, and the sound of horse hooves echoed in the wilderness.

Jiang Chen's heartbeat was like a drum. He kept calculating his route in his mind, looking for a place to hide from the enemy. Ahead was a dense forest, and he rushed into it without hesitation.

The shadows of the trees were mottled in the moonlight, and the surrounding branches and leaves swayed in the wind like ghosts, making rustling sounds.

He crouched low on his horse, trying to minimize his target, while listening intently for the enemy's movements. The sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer, almost right behind him.

Jiang Chen knew that he had to find a secluded place to hide.

Suddenly, he found a dense bush not far ahead and a stream behind it.

He needed to divert the attention of the Western Region Army, so he suddenly stabbed the horse's leg with a dagger. The horse felt the pain and ran away!

"Chase! Chase!" The troops from the Western Regions chased in the direction of Jiang Chen's horse.

Jiang Chen knew the Westerners would definitely discover his trick, so he dove into the stream. The icy cold water stung his bones, instantly sobering him up. He held his breath and hid among the water plants, leaving only his eyes to observe the surroundings.

The coldness of the water pierced his bones, but he didn't care about it. He just listened attentively to the enemy's movements.

The Western Region cavalry returned, halting before a thicket and peering around. The leading cavalryman waved his hand, signaling the others to dismount and search. Several Western Region soldiers quickly dismounted, drew their daggers, and began searching the bushes.

"His horse ran away from here! He must be hiding here. Find him! Look carefully!" the leading cavalryman roared, his tone revealing impatience and anxiety.

Jiang Chen held his breath underwater, his heart pounding. His body trembled slightly from the cold and nervousness, but he knew he couldn't make a sound now. He saw several Western Region soldiers approaching, their eyes as sharp as hawks, scanning every suspicious corner.

He closed his eyes and tried to calm himself. He knew that any panic at this moment would expose him. His hand slowly tightened around the dagger at his waist, ready to strike if necessary.

A Western Region soldier walked over to the bushes and bent down to take a closer look. Jiang Chen could feel his breath, almost right above his head. His heart tightened, as if it would burst out of his chest in the next second.

Suddenly, another soldier shouted, "He's not here! Check over there!"

This sentence was like a life-saving straw, and Jiang Chen felt relieved. He knew that he had escaped danger for the time being. The Western Region soldiers turned and left, continuing their search on the other side of the bushes.

The night wind was still biting, and the coldness of the water penetrated through the clothes and pierced into the bone marrow.

Jiang Chen slowly raised his head, and after confirming that no one was around, he let out a soft breath. His whole body was numb from the cold, and his strength was almost exhausted, but he knew that he must not stop.

He slowly climbed out of the water, quickly crawled back behind the bushes, and slowly continued to hide in the northeast direction. The enemy's shouts and the sound of horse hooves were getting farther and farther away, and he only wanted to get as far away from this dangerous area as possible.

In the wilderness, Jiang Chen kept fleeing with only one thought in his mind: to survive.

His strength gradually drained away, his limbs ached and became weak, and the scene before his eyes began to blur. Suddenly, he felt dizzy and fell to the ground in the grass.

He was freezing cold, his consciousness gradually blurring. He could hear the enemy's footsteps and shouts becoming clearer and clearer. He knew he couldn't escape anymore. But he still gritted his teeth, trying hard to stand up and continue running.

However, his physical exhaustion made him unable to hold on any longer. His eyelids became heavier and heavier, and his consciousness gradually fell into darkness. At this moment, he seemed to hear the faint sound of horse hooves and Zhong Xiaodan's familiar shouts in the distance.

"Your Highness the Prince of Yan! Your Highness the Prince of Yan!"

……

I don’t know how long it has been...

Jiang Chen forced himself to open his eyes, trying to see the scene in front of him, but his vision was completely blurred and he could only vaguely see a blurry figure running towards him.