Who put the yellow robe on me?

Jiang Chen, Zhong Xiaodan and others hurried to the foot of the mountain, and the scene before them made their hearts sink suddenly.

The ground in front of me was littered with corpses, blood had dyed the soil red, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Broken weapons, scattered armor and tattered flags fluttered in the wind, obviously a fierce battle had just taken place here.

Jiang Chen's heart suddenly tightened, and his eyes scanned the battlefield anxiously, hoping to find a familiar figure.

"Father..." Zhong Xiaodan murmured softly, his face filled with worry and anxiety. He glanced at the corpses scattered across the ground, trying hard to suppress the fear and pain in his heart.

"No one has seen General Zhong... maybe he is still... alive." Jiang Chen's voice was low, but it revealed a hint of anger and uneasiness.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. "Let's split up and search. The enemy must have left some clues."

His voice was firm and calm, carrying an unquestionable command.

Zhong Xiaodan nodded, quickly took the order, and led his men to scatter, carefully searching every corner of the battlefield.

Suddenly, Xu Ningce's voice came from a distance: "Sixteenth Prince, there are still people alive here!"

Jiang Chen and Zhong Xiaodan rushed over quickly upon hearing the sound, only to see Xu Ningce squatting beside a dying soldier.

The soldier was covered in blood and his face was as pale as paper, but he still tried hard to open his eyes. When he saw Jiang Chen and Zhong Xiaodan, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, as if he was trying to smile.

"Your Highness the Sixteenth Prince, General Annan... you are here..." The soldier's voice was weak and hoarse, as if squeezed out from the depths of his throat, and every word was accompanied by a painful struggle.

Zhong Xiaodan quickly squatted down, took out a hemostatic drug from his bag, and quickly treated the soldier's wound. His technique was skillful and steady, but his inner anxiety was unmistakable.

He couldn't help but whispered, "What happened? Where is the general? Where is he?"

The soldier's chest rose and fell slightly, and his eyes began to blur, as if he was trying hard to recall what had just happened.

The voice said intermittently: "You... not long after you went up... suddenly a thief... wearing our clothes, ran down the mountain... saying that the Second Young Master and the Sixteenth Prince... were seriously injured and needed support..."

His words became increasingly labored, each one coming out with all his might, as if the memory was suffocating him.

"Then... the thief staggered... and fell... The general... in a moment of haste... didn't look carefully... and went up to ask... what was going on..." A trace of pain and regret flashed in the soldier's eyes, and his voice began to become intermittent. "Then... the thief suddenly opened his eyes... and shot a hidden weapon from his mouth... The general... couldn't dodge... and was hit by the hidden weapon... and then... and then..."

Jiang Chen's heart suddenly clenched, and he felt an irrepressible anger and powerlessness surge in his heart. General Zhong Wenbin had actually fallen for the enemy's vicious plan. This was undoubtedly a heavy blow to the entire Daliang.

"Then... suddenly many thieves swarmed out from all around... They... each wielded poisonous hidden weapons... Although we fought desperately... but... but in the end..."

The soldiers' voices gradually faded, almost inaudible. "The whole army was annihilated... The enemy suffered heavy casualties... The general was... was..."

A glimmer of hope ignited in Jiang Chen's eyes. He held the soldier's hand tightly and asked anxiously, "Which direction are they going?"

The soldier's eyes began to blur, his fingers slightly raised, weakly pointing to the west, and then his whole body collapsed, his hands hanging limply on the ground.

Jiang Chen and Zhong Xiaodan exchanged glances, each filled with determination and anger. Zhong Xiaodan's eyes surged with a strong desire for revenge. He nodded, his face full of anxiety and determination.

"We can't delay any longer," Jiang Chen said coldly, his voice tinged with murderous intent. "Leave Zhou Weiliang to bandage him, and we'll set off immediately to chase west!"

Without further ado, everyone mounted their horses and prepared to go. Zhong Xiaodan quickly arranged for Zhou Weiliang to stay behind to care for the injured soldiers, while Jiang Chen led the rest of the troops and galloped westward.

The sound of horse hooves echoed through the forest, breaking the surrounding silence. The wind whistled past my ears, as if telling of an unfinished battle.

Jiang Chen's heart was filled with urgency and anxiety. He knew that time was running out. The general and his subordinates might be on the verge of life and death, and he had to get there as soon as possible.

In about an incense stick's time, Jiang Chen and Zhong Xiaodan led Daliang's elite troops to catch up with the army from the Western Regions.

From afar, the Western Region troops were seen marching slowly, as if they had not expected that the Daliang pursuers could approach so quickly.

Zhong Xiaodan stared straight ahead, his gaze as sharp as a torch. Suddenly, his expression changed, and he excitedly shouted to Jiang Chen, "Your Highness, it's father!"

He recognized Zhong Wenbin in the cage at a glance, and his hands couldn't help but tighten the reins. The anger in his heart almost consumed him.

Jiang Chen nodded slightly, made a prompt decision, and with a wave of his hand, the Daliang army immediately split into two parts, like two swift torrents, encircling from the left and right wings, intending to launch a swift pincer attack on the Western Region army.

The Western Regions troops became agitated when they noticed the Daliang army chasing them from behind.

The marching speed suddenly stopped. The soldiers held their weapons nervously, looked around, and felt vaguely uneasy.

"Brother, they... they are catching up with us!" A thin soldier from the Western Regions looked panicked, with a hint of panic in his tone and his voice was trembling.

As he spoke, he looked uneasily at his eldest brother.

The thin man's elder brother—a burly, rugged-looking middle-aged man with a gloomy expression—glanced around and then coldly spat out a single word: "Beat him!"

He gave the order to fight, and the weapon in his hand made a low metallic collision sound, as if announcing the upcoming bloody battle.

However, at this moment, a man in gorgeous armor rode out on his horse. With a scrutinizing look in his eyes, he slowly raised his hand, signaling to stop.

The entire Western Regions army then stopped, and the soldiers looked at each other, wondering what the general was planning.

"General Zhuo... Zhuosai, what... what happened? Aren't you... not going to fight?" The thin man looked at his general in confusion, with a hint of doubt in his heart.

General Saizhuo shook his head slightly, a meaningful smile on his face. "No! No! We need to use courtesy before force!"

His voice had an indescribable literary flavor. He rode out on his horse and slowly approached Jiang Chen and Zhong Xiaodan. His manners were elegant and calm, with an indifferent smile on his face.

He raised his hand as if in greeting, and said in a gentle voice, "Greetings, Generals. I am General Saizhuo of the Western Regions. May I know your names?"

Upon hearing this, Zhong Xiaodan snorted coldly and didn't bother to talk nonsense with him.

The other party's calm attitude made him more anxious. His father was still in the hands of the enemy. How could he waste time with such a person?

Jiang Chen's eyes gradually turned cold. He knew that time was precious and there was no need to be polite. He said coldly: "Leave the general here, and I can spare your lives!"