Transmigrating to another world, starting as a mountain god

"Boss, mount up!"

Ah Si's face was covered in blood, and his body was covered in wounds.

No one knows where he stole the herd of warhorses from.

But the opportunity should not be missed.

The leader of the guards roared and slashed horizontally with his green sword, which resembled a crescent moon.

The surrounding soldiers were all killed and driven back.

A squad leader from the Qian Kingdom charged in, but the guard leader, with his waist and stance perfectly aligned, delivered a backhand punch that sent the squad leader flying several meters!

"go!"

The leader of the Imperial Guard helped Emperor Qian onto his horse, and then mounted another warhorse himself.

Zhao Wanjun also rushed over and helped her mother onto her warhorse.

"careful!"

Zhao Tianya, on guard, cut the incoming arrow in half.

He was a marquis who had served in the military in his early years, so he naturally had some martial arts skills.

Ding Ding Ding-!

Zhao Wanjun turned around, flicked her wrist, and her long sword spun into a silver screen, blocking all the arrows fired by the Qian soldiers.

Seeing the soldiers surrounding them again, everyone mounted their horses and rode off towards the outskirts of the capital.

The soldiers pursued relentlessly.

Seeing his leader frequently turning back on his horse to protect everyone, Ah Si knew that if this continued, he would eventually be worn down and die.

"Boss!"

Ah Si slowed down his horse and shouted.

He brandished his blade incessantly, killing off all the approaching soldiers.

The leader of the guards shuddered, as if he had sensed something.

"Ah Si, what are you doing!"

His usually indifferent and aloof face showed some anxiety.

A-Si suddenly turned his horse around and faced the hundreds of soldiers from the Qian Kingdom who were pursuing him.

"Boss, you said after we finish this business, let's go home and have a drink..."

"But Ah Si doesn't want to drink!"

"My bowl of wine belongs to the eldest brother!"

Ah Si turned around and smiled brightly.

Immediately, he turned around, and alone on his horse, charged into the crowd.

"kill!"

Ah Si shouted loudly in the crowd.

With a swift stroke of his knife, blood splattered and severed limbs flew through the air.

With too many sharp blades around him, Ah Si was completely surrounded by the crowd, unable to use his martial arts skills at all.

Thrusts and slashes are made with spears and swords.

Ah Si was covered in blood, looking like a wild beast.

In the midst of the battle, his warhorse let out a mournful cry and collapsed to the ground, never to rise again.

Ah Si rolled to the side and continued fighting relentlessly in the crowd.

Gradually.

His robes began to tear, as did his flesh and blood.

The leader of the guards trembled, his teeth almost grinding to powder.

But he simply rode away quickly on his horse.

In the distance, he finally couldn't help but look back.

But the turbulent crowd has now calmed down...

"what--!"

The leader of the Imperial Guard had bloodshot eyes, and a long howl shook the capital.

Although they had long been prepared to die, witnessing their brothers' tragic deaths still caused them excruciating pain, as if cut by a knife.

Several people rode their horses and galloped wildly through the capital city.

As the first hint of dawn appeared in the sky, the world gradually came into light.

"Boss, there are too many people blocking the way ahead! Let's go this way!"

A burly man leaped out of the alley.

The guard leader turned around and shouted, leading a few men through the narrow alley.

"Ninth Brother, let's go?!"

As the group walked by, they turned around and saw the burly man, who was the ninth in line, standing motionless at the alley entrance.

The leader of the Imperial Guard couldn't help but shout.

Zhao Wanjun also called out:

"Brother, you can ride with me on our warhorses, and we can escape!"

Old Nine shook his head slightly, then turned around and suddenly raised his hand!

Several tiny needles were precisely embedded in the warhorse's rump.

The warhorse, in pain, let out a long neigh and instinctively ran forward.

Before they could react, the warhorses carried them forward.

The leader of the guards is highly skilled and has the fastest reaction time.

He tried to rein in his horse, but Lao Jiu shouted:

"Boss!"

"You have more experience than me, you know that!"

The commander of the guards trembled, his arms went limp for a moment, and he let his warhorse move forward.

"Someone must hold off the pursuers for you to have any chance of escaping!"

"Second and third brothers are already blocking the Qian Kingdom's soldiers ahead. You must seize the opportunity and escape quickly!"

A hint of reluctance flashed across Lao Jiu's rugged face.

"Eldest brother...eldest brother! I'm entrusting Ninth Brother's son and mother to you!"

His rough voice came from afar behind him.

The ground shook with debris, and a large number of officers and soldiers had already given chase.

The ninth brother stopped looking at his boss, roared, and charged forward.

The guard leader trembled, closed his eyes, his brow twitching wildly, and slapped his warhorse with his longsword:

"drive!"

The warhorse neighed softly, its hooves quickened, and it sped away in an instant.

Old Jiu charged forward, slaying several charging soldiers with a few strokes, a triumphant smile on his face.

His steel blade was so sharp that it could occasionally cut through the weapons of the Qian Kingdom soldiers, making him unstoppable.

But the number of soldiers in the Qian Kingdom was enormous.

A large crowd surrounded him, and Lao Jiu was caught by several spears around his waist, making him unable to move freely.

Swords and blades came flying at once. Old Nine roared furiously, letting the spears tear away his flesh and blood as he charged forward with all his might.

His hair was flying wildly, and his blood was surging, making him look like a bloodthirsty demon god!

Lao Jiu's movements were crisp, clean, and expansive.

With each slash and strike, figures fell.

The hundreds of soldiers from the Qian Kingdom who came in pursuit were terrified by him alone!

But ultimately, human strength has its limits.

When Lao Jiu killed dozens of people, he was already panting heavily, and blood was flowing from his body.

Meanwhile, troops from the Qian Kingdom were still arriving.

"Ho-ho..."

Old Nine's hair was stained with blood and stuck to his face.

He had three arrows stuck in his body, and one of his hands was severed at the shoulder.

Old Jiu was exhausted and delirious, unable to distinguish whether the blurred vision was due to sweat or blood.

It felt as if the world was spinning, or as if the scene had frozen.

In a hazy vision, Lao Jiu seemed to see his wife, who had died on the way they migrated, looking at him with affection as she slowly walked towards him.

"Husband, rest now."

Old Nine's eyes widened, but a smile appeared on his face.

However, to the soldiers of the Qian Kingdom, this smile, hidden beneath the blood, appeared so sinister.

With reinforcements arriving, the Qian soldiers, who had been terrified by the fighting, mustered their courage and charged forward in unison!

Swords and blades slashed at Lao Jiu's battered body, causing blood to splatter everywhere.

But Lao Jiu didn't react at all.

Only then did the soldiers of the Qian Kingdom realize that this demon-like killing star had died from exhaustion.

Meanwhile, the group had already ridden their horses to the vicinity of the capital city gate.

This huge commotion eventually alarmed the entire capital of the Qian Kingdom.

Countless soldiers surrounded the city gate.

Several men galloped through the streets on horseback, ready to charge into battle.

The commander of the guards heard the sounds of fighting nearby. He gritted his teeth and spurred his horse on to gallop at full speed.

He knew that it was the second and third brothers who were holding off the pursuers and creating a chance for him to survive!

In the alley, a troop of Qian Kingdom cavalry suddenly charged out.

The young guard who had been following the leader of the guards silently turned his horse around and charged towards the Qian Kingdom cavalry on the side.

"Youngest!"

The guard leader slashed back the scattered soldiers who rushed out from the side, his eyes wide open.

The youngest member, known as the youngest, never turned around or responded.

Or perhaps, the blade he raised was the best response.

The leader of the guards glanced back at Emperor Qian, who was following closely behind, and then at the Zhao couple. Finally, he spurred his horse forward without stopping.

Emperor Qian and the others were also moved by the friendship and righteousness among the group.

He couldn't help but shout to the soldiers around him:

"I am the Emperor of the Qian Kingdom, how dare you be so insolent!"

The soldiers who were blocking the way hesitated for a moment, and then charged forward even more recklessly.

Zhao Tianya's blade was almost bent from the cutting, and he sighed:

"Your Majesty, these are all private soldiers raised by Prime Minister Wang for his rebellion. They will not fear your status."

These soldiers may not have known they were plotting a rebellion when they first joined the uprising.

But now, more than two years have passed, and I have long since accepted the facts.

Some mistakes, once made, can only be carried out to the end.

The only way for these soldiers to protect themselves was to kill Emperor Qian while he was powerless.

Otherwise, if they retreat now, how could Prime Minister Wang spare their lives?