Zheng Haoyuan continuously charged forward, thinking back on his own cowardice just moments ago. No, he had to win back this battle at all costs. The Wen Family Army was winning, wasn't it?
Yet before Zheng Haoyuan could reach the very front, he heard General Wen Qun's agonized screams. Startled by the screaming, he froze and then saw General Wen Qun reduced to a pile of ashes, leaving him stunned on the spot.
Old Master Wen Kang turned around and immediately saw the shocked Zheng Haoyuan.
"Take the Fourth Prince and go—" Old Master Wen Kang bellowed, and a few soldiers who had just rushed up immediately grabbed Zheng Haoyuan and started retreating.
"I won't leave, I won't leave—" Zheng Haoyuan chanted, but it clearly lacked any convincing power.
"For the love of our ancestors, get moving!" Several soldiers carried Zheng Haoyuan and hurriedly slipped away into the distance.
"Put me down, put me down." Zheng Haoyuan regained some of his senses. No, he couldn't leave.
