He Qi's heart sank straight down.

Through the melee figures, He Qi couldn't see clearly what He Song was doing at this time. The chaos at the flag was clearly visible.

The main general was seriously injured and fell off the horse, which had a great impact on the morale of the army. In just a moment, the border troops were in a state of decline. As one went up and down, the morale of the Tatar elite soldiers was greatly shocked, and under the continuous war drums, the offensive became more and more fierce.

Moreover, more than a thousand Tatar cavalry broke out at this time, and accurately came to Yuansilan's direction.

Obviously, they are going to rescue Yuan Silan.

He Qi kept guarding Yuan Silan and did not take action. At this critical moment, he didn't care much about it. He pulled out a long sword from his waist and led his personal soldiers to fight.

This battle was extremely tragic.

The Tatar soldiers fell down one after another, and the long sword in He Qi's hand was covered with blood. As long as the knife was released, it would never be returned in vain. It can be called the God of Killing.

The personal soldiers were aroused by He Qi's courage and fought hard, fighting with their lives.

There were too many Tatar soldiers coming to siege. The personal soldiers also fell down one by one, and as they were getting closer and closer to the chariot, they were only a few dozen steps away.

A eager light flashed in Yuan Silan's eyes.

He endured humiliation and finally waited for this day.

He Song didn't know his life and death, and the border troops were defeated one after another. He would soon be rescued from the Heaven of Boston. Although he would be subjected to countless accusations and questions after returning to the Tatars, as long as he could survive, he would have a day to turn the tables.

At this moment, a long knife hit his neck.

The sharp blade was tightly pressed against his neck. The strong smell of blood floated into his breath. The murderous aura rushed towards him.

Yuan Silan was shocked and looked over.

He Qi, covered in blood and murderous aura, held a long knife in his hand and said coldly: "Follow me to get off the chariot!"

Yuan Silan's eyes flashed with mockery: "He Qi, you'd better let me go immediately, and then gather the remaining defeated soldiers and may even be able to fight for a way out. Otherwise, your uncles and nephews will die here today."

He Qi narrowed his eyes slightly, and a strange light flashed suddenly: "I don't know if I will die here yet. However, you will definitely not be able to live today."

Yuan Silan finally flashed in her eyes.

But it's too late to say another word.

A cold light flashed, and the long sword slashed down. A cold neck was cold and blood gushed out. Amid a burst of exclamation, Yuan Silan's head fell to the ground.

At the last moment of death, what was Yuan Silan thinking?

No one knows, and no one will ever know.

At that moment, what was He Qi thinking?

No one knows either.

He was the commander of the emperor's imperial guards and was with the emperor's order to protect Yuan Silan. But in the end, Yuan Silan died in his hands. He was in broad daylight, and in full view of everyone, he could not hide or cover up.

Isn’t He Qi afraid of being impeached by the censor?

Are you not afraid of the emperor getting angry and punishing him severely?

Are you not afraid of your career being destroyed?

At this time, He Dalang had no idea what was going on the battlefield. He led his troops to fight out a way and quickly returned to the military camp to deliver a letter.

When Duke Ping heard the news, he was anxious and angry. He immediately lit up all the soldiers who could dispatch the central army and quickly reinforced them. When he arrived at the battlefield, it was already midnight.

After dark, the Tatars yelled gold and withdrew their troops.

He Qi ordered all the soldiers to repair on the spot and wait for reinforcements. He Song was extremely injured. Fortunately, the medical officer Cheng Jinghong, who was accompanying him, brought the best healing medicine, drew arrows for He Song, and hurriedly stopped bleeding and applied medicine to bandage him. He Song was unconscious and his whole body was hot.

He Qi also suffered a lot of injuries, with seven or eight parts of his body, and the worst part was on his back. However, He Song had already fallen, so he had to force himself to hold on, gather the remaining soldiers, clean up the battlefield, and wait for reinforcements.

When Duke Ping arrived, he saw corpses everywhere and wounded soldiers all over the ground. When he saw the seriously injured He Song and the blood-filled He Qi, he was furious.

The first thing He Dalang saw was Yuan Silan's body separated from his head. He was shocked and rushed forward, holding He Qi's shoulder: "Third brother, why did the Prince of Tatar die?"

He Qi's murderous aura had not faded and he spit out a few words: "I killed him."

He Dalang gasped and couldn't speak for a long time.

Duke Ping frowned and asked in a deep voice about the direction of the Tatars' departure, then left He Dalang and quickly led his troops to pursue him.

...

What happened next? He Dalang did not write it in his letter.

This letter was written in a hurry in the middle of the night. Duke Ping later led his troops to pursue him. He didn't know whether he had chased the Tatar cavalry and what the follow-up was. It would take at least a few days before there would be news.

Cheng Jinrong finished reading the letter, his heart was heavy and his brows were furious.

The grandmother was also aged several years ago and sighed dejectedly: "The He family's soldiers traveled back to Beijing day and night to deliver letters. In two days, the war report should be delivered to the capital."

"Asong was defeated, and he didn't know his life or death. Sanlang was also injured. He didn't know what the war was. Also, Sanlang killed the Prince of Tatar in public..."

Speaking of this, the lady smiled bitterly: "Sanlang is just an impulsive and irritable temper. He has been much more steady in the past two years. I really didn't expect that this time he was impulsive and had another trouble!"

"The Prince of Tatar deserves to die. But he can't take action openly! He shouldn't have to take action!"

"I don't know how the emperor will punish him after he knows this!"

It would be awful if Tianzi took He Qi's position as crown prince in anger!

Also, after He Qi killed Yuan Silan, he became a mortal enemy with Princess Shouning and became a vengeance with the second prince!

The more the lady thought about it, the more anxious she became.

Cheng Jinrong took a deep breath, held the cold hand of the lady, and whispered: "Grandma is a little calm. Yuan Silan has killed her, but it is useless to be upset now. I'd better think about how to deal with it next!"

The lady calmed down and sighed self-deprecatingly: "I have lived for most of my life, and I have experienced many storms. The older I get, the less courageous I am. When I encounter such a thing, I am panicked and not as calm as you are."

In fact, she wasn't that calm either.

However, when we encounter so many things at the moment, the old, young, young, and young in the Duke of Pingguo’s mansion are all supported by the Taima. The Taima must not panic or be confused!

Cheng Jinrong maintained a calm face and comforted the grandmother: "My father is known as the miracle doctor of the border army. Even if the second uncle has one breath, my father can snatch his life back from the King of Hell."

"He Qi is not seriously injured and has no worries about his life. Grandma can rest assured."

"As long as people are fine, they can get through any kind of dilemma."

yes!

Stay in the green mountains without worrying about burning firewood. As long as you pray for peace and safety, just be fine.

The lady cheered up and said, "You still have to go to the palace to serve. Don't delay the time, go back to the palace earlier!"

Cheng Jinrong nodded slightly, stayed for a while, and got up and returned to the palace.
Chapter completed!