Chapter 8: Reluctant

After hearing his words, the soldiers of Nanxiao immediately felt the blood and courage in their bodies being invigorated. They shouted in unison and each waved the weapons in their hands.

The mounts were urged on by their respective owners, and they couldn't help but raise their hooves and rush towards the Beichen camp.

Xiao Wen was both ashamed and angry at this time. With these dual extreme emotions, he wished he could stab King Xiao Nanchen to death with one shot, completely forgetting to take him abducted to Jiankang.

From a distance, the Beichen camp looked really noisy. It must be that after the victory, King Xiao Nanchen rewarded the soldiers with feasts and feasts.

Xiao Wen led thousands of cavalry, like a strong wind blowing in the dark night. This strong wind not only carried dead branches and leaves, but also carried boundless anger, aiming to defeat the undefended Beichen camp in one fell swoop.

When they rushed to the Beichen camp, it was when the sky was about to get dark, and it was also the time when it was easiest for people to fall asleep.

Xiao Wen seemed to see himself stepping into the tent of King Xiao Nanchen under the iron hooves of his mount. The thorn of his iron spear, with its cold air and cold light, touched the neck of Zhou Shengchen, who had a look of astonishment on his face.

He is making such arrogant assumptions in his mind, which cannot be forbidden. But the real fact is not like this, and it is certain.

At this time, Zhou Shengchen was indeed in the tent, but not in the way Xiao Wen had imagined.

When Xiao Wen led thousands of cavalry and suddenly rushed into the Beichen camp from the dense forest, he did not encounter any special obstruction from the Beichen soldiers.

The densely packed and crisscrossing deer villages in front of the camp gate could only slow down the rush of Xiao Wen and others, but they could not stop the angry cavalry in the end.

The soldiers guarding Beichen City, who were well experienced and well-traveled, were scattered by the sudden attack of the huge cavalry.

Xiao Wen and others rushed into the camp, and as he said, they really galloped and killed at will, and no one could stop them.

In the excitement of fighting, Xiao Wen saw Zhou Shengchen's tent not far ahead, and immediately led the cavalry to charge towards it.

Here is another camp surrounded by a wooden fence. There are also many deer camps at several camp gates to keep horses away.

After bypassing it, Xiao Wen entered the camp and secretly exclaimed: "It's really impressive!"

The big tent owned by Zhou Shengchen alone could accommodate thousands of people!

With a curl of his lips, Xiao Wen sneered and shouted: "The master didn't come to invite us, but we have to go in and have a seat!"

After that, he waved the iron gun in his hand, and the soldiers around him shouted together.

At this moment, the sound of drumming came from the big tent, and the tent door was slowly opened by Beichen's guards.

A young man wearing a white brocade robe slowly walked out of the tent with his hands behind his back.

Beside him, there was an elder with a gray beard. He shouted to the Nanxiao generals with a stern face: "How can you hide your humble plan from King Xiao Nanchen? Since you have already come here as a guest, why don't you hurry up? dismount?!"

When Xiao Wen heard this shouting, he turned around and looked back at the soldiers he had brought. Thousands of cavalry were seen, separated one by one by the various barracks in Beichen like the Bagua formation. They could only fight independently and could not form a unified force.

And if they want to escape quickly, Nan Xiao's soldiers cannot escape because the camp is surrounded by deer and strongholds that resist horses.

Seeing that he was in despair, Xiao Wen looked up to the sky and sighed, then looked at Zhou Shengchen over there.

He bowed his hands and bowed, and said loudly: "It is my wish to be able to meet King Xiao Nanchen!"

Military advisor Xie Chong was worried about Zhou Shengchen's rash behavior and shouted quickly: "King Xiao Nanchen has always valued you and the lives of the people south of the Yangtze River, so he didn't go on a killing spree. But you have repeatedly shown off your aggression, and you have brought your own consequences today!"

After saying that, he waved his big hand.

Suddenly, countless Beichen soldiers armed with bows and crossbows rushed out from the big tent and the hiding places of various tents.

They took out their feather arrows and crossbow arrows one after another and put them on the bow arms and crossbow arms. There was no need to issue any more orders, they immediately launched a continuous rain of arrows.

The black arrows flew towards Nan Xiao's soldiers and horses like a flock of crows leaving their nests in the early morning to forage for food.

Being treated as a living target, these soldiers and horses are all made of flesh and blood, how can they resist?

Cruelly, some of the loyal and brave men took off their armors and connected them to protect Xiao Wen.

More soldiers fell to the ground together with their horses. Xiao Wen listened to their wails and looked at the blood on the ground, feeling extremely regretful for his recklessness.

Not daring to open his eyes and see such a tragic situation again, Xiao Wen wished he could lose all his ability to perceive.

While he was feeling extremely ashamed and resentful, the horrifying sound of bow strings and crossbow strings banging in his ears suddenly disappeared.

Opening his eyes, he saw Zhou Shengchen raising his right arm to stop the massacre.

"Xiao Wen, our dispute is not about killing, but about resolving trade disputes!" Zhou Shengchen shouted loudly, "You have been frustrated again today, don't you want to get back on track?"

Xiao Wen looked around and saw that although there were not many dead and wounded soldiers on his side, the remaining soldiers were probably frightened and no one dared to step forward to fight and charge.

Xiao Wen sneered a few times, pushed away the guard who was approaching, and took the reins of the horse in his hand. The mount snorted hesitantly and took a few steps forward.

Xiao Wen is eight feet tall and has an extremely strong figure. It can be seen from this that he has always been diligent in practicing martial arts and is quite confident in himself. He also has clear features and a fierce aura, which makes people think that he is extremely brave.

Zhou Shengchen saw the prince of Nan Xiao with his own eyes at this time, and couldn't help but say hello to this brave second prince.

When Xiao Wen received this applause, he felt proud and said immediately: "I originally thought that the famous King Xiao Nanchen was a man as strong as an ox. When he saw it now, he was filled with heroic spirit and became even more powerful. He was elegant and charming. I died at the hands of King Xiao Nanchen today, and I have already lived up to my life."

Zhou Shengchen saw that he spoke boldly and felt that this man was a loyal, courageous and trustworthy person, so he nodded and praised him again.

"This is Xiao Wen." Xiao Wen then shouted seriously, "I don't mean to offend King Xiao Nanchen, but I heard that His Highness's martial arts are superb, and I thought it was necessary to broaden my horizons."

Zhou Shengchen smiled and replied with his hands behind his back: "What does the second prince want?"

"Your Highness also knows that I am the second prince, so let's have a duel between us, even if I let you learn a few moves. Even if I die, I will have no regrets!"

Xiao Wen said loudly and shook the iron gun in his hand.

When Xie Chong, the military advisor over there, heard this, he immediately dissuaded him in a low voice: "Your Highness, this Xiao Wen is rude on the outside, but cunning on the inside. We have already won, and Your Highness is a man of ten thousand gold. We must not compete with him."

"Okay. Let the second prince decide how we will compete!" Regardless of the dissuasion from military advisor Xie Chong, Hong Xiaoyu, Xu Zheng and others, Zhou Shengchen immediately became very interested after hearing this.

"I, Xu Zheng, am willing to ask him for some advice on behalf of my master!" Xu Zheng said loudly, waving the spear in his hand.

"Step back." After saying that, Zhou Shengchen looked at Xiao Wen with a smile and extended his right hand to the side.

Seeing that he insisted on doing this, Hong Xiaoyu had no choice but to grit his teeth and ordered the guard to hand over a six-foot-long ring-headed knife.

Feeling heavy in his hand, Zhou Shengchen held the handle of the knife, looked at the cold light on the blade, and then looked at Xiao Wen opposite.

Seeing his calm expression, Xiao Wen was impressed by his magnanimity.

Now that he was in a desperate situation, Xiao Wen felt that even if he couldn't defeat Zhou Shengchen, if he could get the chance to fight him in person, he would really die without regrets.

Slowly raising his arms, he cupped his hands in salute and said loudly: "King Xiao Nanchen is indeed brave and superhuman, and he is also courageous and loyal! I will have no regrets in my life if I can learn your highness's martial arts."

After that, he got off his horse and strode towards Zhou Shengchen with an iron gun in hand.

Xiao Wen came with a confident and awe-inspiring look. Zhou Shengchen held the Huanshou knife in his right hand and waved it towards Hong Xiaoyu and others with his left hand.

Hong Xiaoyu hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth, and shouted in a low voice: "Spread out."

Following her general order, all the Beichen guards moved aside, leaving an open space several feet in diameter in front of the tent.

The Nanxiao cavalry over there looked at each other, immediately dismounted, and stood quietly watching together.

The two stood facing each other. Xiao Wen held the gun with both hands, bowed to Zhou Shengchen and said, "If I offend King Xiao Nanchen, I will die today."

Zhou Shengchen nodded calmly, returned the salute and held the handle of the knife with both hands.

Xiao Wen immediately took a step forward with his left leg, held the gun body with both hands, and stabbed forward.

Zhou Shengchen stepped aside and struck with the knife. Xiao Wen saw the blade approaching and quickly greeted it with the body of his gun.

Hearing a loud "dang" sound, his arms couldn't help but swing slightly.

"What a force!" Xiao Wen couldn't help but praise him.

Both of their weapons were heavy, and the sound they made upon impact was terrifying.

The people watching were secretly sweating over this dragon-tiger fight.

Nanxiao's soldiers were okay, because they knew that they would not leave here alive, and they only regarded the battle in front of them as an honor to fight to the death.

But Beichen's military advisor Xie Chong and others seemed extremely uneasy.

"If something happens to King Xiao Nanchen, please order someone to shoot an arrow immediately!" He whispered to Hong Xiaoyu.

"Even if the general dies himself, His Highness will not be harmed." Hong Xiaoyu replied in a low voice.

The two people over there were going back and forth, the weapons in their hands being opened and closed, causing bursts of strong wind. The people watching could not help but subconsciously take a few steps back.

However, Hong Xiaoyu kept holding the heavy sword tightly in his hand, ready to make a rescue at any time.

Xiao Wen had been fighting with Zhou Shengchen for a long time. He originally thought that even if his skills were slightly weaker, he could still win with strength.

But he didn't expect that after fighting for a few rounds, he was surprised to find that Zhou Shengchen was not only excellent in swordsmanship, but also had superhuman physical strength!

Gritting his teeth and persisting, Xiao Wen secretly thought about ways to defeat the enemy.

Zhou Shengchen was fighting with him, but when he saw him turn around and withdraw his gun, he quickly swung his knife and struck it.

Hong Xiaoyu looked anxiously and couldn't help shouting: "Master,"

Before the words "be careful" came out of her mouth, the winner had already been decided on the field.

Xiao Wen responded with a carbine, and Zhou Shengchen smiled indifferently and shouted: "Don't stop yet!"

Before he even finished speaking, the Huanshou knife in his hand had already struck Xiao Wen's gun.

After the sound of "dang", Xiao Wen's hands were so shaken by the force that he could no longer hold it, and the iron gun immediately fell to the ground.

The onlookers were surprised at first, and then some from the enemy and our camps started to praise one after another: "Okay!"

Xiao Wen glanced at the iron gun on the ground, his face flushed with shame.

Shaking his head, he looked at Zhou Shengchen, cupped his hands and said, "I have personally learned King Xiao Nanchen's martial arts, and I have no regrets!"

After standing still, Zhou Shengchen smiled and said, "The second prince indeed has the benevolence and righteousness of his father."

"I'm extremely ashamed." Xiao Wen replied.

After thinking for a while, Zhou Shengchen continued: "The second prince finally came to my tent. I think he still has many things to say."

Cruelly, Xiao Wen blushed and said, "I'm really not good at foot combat on weekdays. Even though I'm defeated today, I have nothing to say."

"Hahaha." Zhou Shengchen laughed a few times, and then ordered, "Is it possible that my Chinese army can't run away from the war horses? Since the second prince is still interested, let's have another horse fight."

Military Advisor Xie Chong said quickly: "Your Highness, since the Second Prince Nan Xiao has accepted his defeat, please don't force him anymore."

He put it politely, but he was actually worried about Zhou Shengchen's safety.

Zhou Shengchen waved his hand indifferently and ordered Hong Xiaoyu to bring his mount.

Seeing that he really agreed to fight again, Xiao Wen couldn't help but feel relieved: Death here is certain, but he still has to save some face.

Without waiting for what Zhou Shengchen's generals said, Xiao Wen, who was worried that they would regret it, quickly ordered his guards to bring the horses over.

Zhou Shengchen stopped Hong Xiaoyu and others' persuasion. After getting on his horse, he took the Huanshou Sword and said, "Second Prince, I will still fight with the Huanshou Sword. You can choose a weapon that is suitable for you."

Xiao Wen got on his horse with shame and ordered the guards to bring him an iron spear: "I still use this spear to barely take a few moves from His Highness."

The fighting between the war horses became more dangerous, and everyone once again made way for a larger open space. Hong Xiaoyu put away his heavy sword, took a crossbow from the guard, and prepared himself secretly.

As the morning sun rises, the morning wind blows past the Chinese army's banner, making a "hu la la" sound.

Looking at him with squinted eyes, Zhou Shengchen made up his mind to conquer this Prince Nan Xiao.

Xiao Wen looked up at the sky, muttered a few words, and made a prayer before the battle.

Then, amid the exclamations of the Nanxiao soldiers, he took off his armor.

"I am not resourceful and my martial arts skills are not good. I will not be able to walk out of King Xiao Nanchen's camp alive today. If Your Highness is merciful, you can order a few of my soldiers to go back and report to my father. Just say that I am willing to die. There is no need to feel sad for me after being attacked by King Xiao Nanchen." He said with emotion.

"Okay!" Zhou Shengchen replied loudly from the opposite side, "If I am killed or wounded by the second prince's gun, the Beichen soldiers will let the second prince and others get out of the camp safely and return to Nanxiao!"

Military advisor Xie Chong heard this and secretly said anxiously: Are you knights from the world? ! You must know that this is a fight between two countries, how can you make such a joke!

Although Hong Xiaoyu and others felt that Xiao Nanchen Wang was arrogant, they were worried about his safety after all, so they had to prepare secretly to wait for the opportunity.

A strong wind blew up, picking up the dead leaves on the ground and blowing them into the air.

Zhou Shengchen and Xiao Wen each held a weapon in one hand and the horse's reins in the other, and slowly backed away to allow enough room for a charge.

The two of them stepped back, and after there was a few tens of feet of distance between them, they reined in their horses, turned around, and faced each other from a distance.

Xiao Wen put the iron gun under his arm and stared coldly at Zhou Shengchen in the distance.

With a soft cry of "oo" coming out of his mouth, his mount neighed and then started running straight away.