The Crown Prince Chases His Wife
Chapter 130 The Massacre
As the red and black teams took their positions again, it became clear that while the score was now 2-0, several players on both sides hadn’t even moved a step.
If this continued, the once grand match between the three nations would be swiftly concluded by Great Xia’s Taizifei Qin Yan, whose skills were beyond compare.
The players from the Turks and Western Rong, who had initially seemed composed, now braced themselves for what was to come.
At the back of the Red Team, Khan Ashina Qigu fixed his gaze on Qin Yan, the stunningly beautiful woman at the forefront of the opposing team. He couldn’t ignore the intense thumping in his chest.
Why hadn’t he encountered Qin Yan sooner?
Taizi Feng Zhan seemed to sense the desire in the Khan’s eyes towards Qin Yan. A chill spread through him, and his eyes gleamed with sharp intensity.
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The drums sounded once more as the ball guard tossed the ball into the air and quickly exited the field.
This time, aside from Khan Ashina Qigu, who remained rooted to the spot, the other players, led by Princess Ashina Mingzhu, charged forward toward the center line.
Seeing this, Qin Yan pulled her horse to a sudden stop and raised her hand to signal her teammates to hold back. The Black Team waited in place, ready for action.
The spectators in the stands were left utterly stunned.
In a polo match, typically only one player from each team is allowed to contest the ball. Had Princess Ashina Mingzhu really abandoned all semblance of propriety?
Though she noticed Qin Yan’s pause, Ashina Mingzhu didn’t let her guard down. After all, Qin Yan might still strike the ball again.
Princess Ashina Mingzhu dismounted swiftly, and two burly men from her team supported her, lifting one of her feet and propelling her toward the descending ball.
As the ball fell within reach, Ashina Mingzhu snatched it up and landed back on her horse.
The crowd gasped.
She just grabbed the ball with her hands?
Did the Turkic Princess have no shame left?
Before they could recover from their shock, Ashina Mingzhu looked ahead at Qin Yan, sneering as she tucked the ball into her own bosom.
The audience was bewildered!
What was the princess planning to do?
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Except for the Turkic Khan, all nine members of the Red Team stopped their horses at the center line.
The Ninth Princess Ashina Mingzhu raised her club with her right hand, and pointed the club at Qin Yan in front of her, with a cold voice, “Help this princess and kill her!”
When these words came out, everyone on the field and in the stands was shocked!
This Turkic Ninth Princess is too arrogant! She is really going for the life of the Taizifei!
The Red Team immediately raised their clubs and rushed out.
Qin Yan narrowed her eyes slightly, raised her palm, and pointed forward, “Do it.”
“Go!” The players of Daxia shouted in unison and also galloped towards the aggressive Turkic and Western Rong people.
The horses roared in the field, and the two sides of the horses collided violently, and the people and horses were thrown upside down, and the horses neighed and fell to the ground.
Everyone rolled or flew off the horses, and in the chaos, they used clubs and fists as weapons to fight together.
The Prince of Western Rong, Jiang Shang, along with his four subordinates, headed straight towards Jiang Xun.
After recognizing Jiang Xun on the field, Jiang Shang lost interest in the game and only wanted the life of Jiang Xun, the only remaining bloodline of the former Emperor of Western Rong.
Jiang Mu also went straight to Jiang Shang. The opportunity Qin Yan gave him was in front of him. Even if he had to die, he had to drag Jiang Shang to hell!
No, he couldn’t die. His life belonged to Qin Yan.
Then kill Jiang Shang! Even if he only had one breath left, he had to save his life!
The order Qin Yan gave Xie Changyuan and Xie Zhao was to protect Jiang Mu.
Qin Yan’s original words were to help Jiang Mu take Jiang Shang’s life!
At this time, Xie Changyuan and Xie Zhao opened the way for Jiang Mu on the left and right, until Jiang Mu fought with Jiang Shang. Xie Changyuan and Xie Zhao dealt with the two Western Rong people around Jiang Shang respectively.
Jiang Shang was two years older than Jiang Xun, but he obviously felt that he was struggling to deal with it at that moment.
Jiang Shang was surprised. Did his cousin Jiang Xun get guidance from a master? How could they have such skills?
The cousins used lethal moves, each intended to kill the other, which made everyone on the stage feel nervous.
The most worried person was the Emperor of Western Rong, Jiang Quyi. He frowned. He thought his nephew Jiang Xun was just a weak boy, but now it seemed that Jiang Xun was as good as an adult man who had experienced hundreds of battles on the battlefield.
He was careless. He just hoped that Jiang Shang could still beat him.
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Meanwhile, Turki Princess Ashina Mingzhu led three powerful and burly subordinates charging toward Qin Yan and her group. They all flew off their horses after the collision.
As soon as Ashina Mingzhu approached Qin Yan, she swung a club at her.
Qin Yan leaped from her saddle and kicked Ashina Mingzhu in the chest squarely.
With a loud “thud”, the ninth princess spit out a mouthful of blood and flew backward. This time, she fell three feet away from the horse, which shows how powerful Qin Yan’s kick was.
“Princess!”
“Princess!”
The three Turks were about to turn around to protect the Ninth Princess but were entangled by Lu Chen, Han Shuangling, and three other Great Xia soldiers.
With the injury of the Turkic Ninth Princess and the death of a Great Xia soldier, everyone on the field became extremely violent and violent.
Qin Yan was holding a club and walking towards the Ninth Princess Ashina Mingzhu on the ground. She noticed the movement in front of her and her eyes were filled with murderous intent. She quickly jumped in front of the Turkic man who had just killed someone and swung her club to hit the man in front of her on the head.
The Turkic man was unable to react and was hit by Qin Yan’s club, which tilted his head and broke the club into two pieces.
Qin Yan then raised her leg and kicked the Turkic man in front of her in the chin. With a “crack”, the Turkic man fell on his back, blood gushing out of his mouth, and he died immediately.
At the same time, Lu Chen and Han Shuangling also killed another Turkic guard together.
Qin Yan was so angry that she leaped towards the last Turkic man who was fighting with two Great Xia guards and thrust the broken half of her club into the Turkic man’s stomach.
The Turkic man immediately fell to the ground, spitting blood from his mouth, twitching, and moving weaker and weaker.
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At this time, there was no other sound on the polo field in Shanglin Garden except the drums on the sidelines, the sound of horses’ hooves, and the sound of fighting on the field.
Few people in the stands had ever been to the battlefield, and they were all shocked by the bloodthirsty killing on the field and lost their words on the spot.
The Turkic Ninth Princess had noticed something was wrong on the field. She looked at Qin Yan, whose hands were still dripping with blood, and who was walking towards her step by step. Ashina Mingzhu’s eyes were filled with fear. She covered her aching chest with one hand and used her hands and feet to slowly and vigorously retreat.
The Turkic Khan Ashina Qigu was stopped by Taizi Feng Zhan, and could only keep an eye on the situation on the Ninth Princess’s side, unable to break free.
The Turkic people who wanted to go forward on the sidelines were also blocked outside the field by the Great Xia guards.
The Turkic Ninth Princess set a rule before the start of the game. Except for the contestants and the ball guards, no one was allowed to enter the field before the end of the game.
“Save me, save me…” Ashina Mingzhu’s voice was painful and weak. The once arrogant Turkic princess was now in tears. She was trapped by the rules she set and had no way to ask for help.
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The scene on the other side of the field at this moment was also very sad.
Xie Changyuan and Xie Zhao had killed two Western Rong people respectively, while Jiang Mu was pinning Western Rong Prince Jiang Shang to the ground and punching him in the face.
All that could be heard from that side was the dull sound of punches hitting flesh and the painful howling of the man on the ground.
Blood was constantly flowing from Jiang Shang’s mouth and nose, and his wailing gradually became quieter. His limbs suddenly collapsed to the ground, his eyes were bloodshot and his eyeballs were bulging. He was beaten to death by Jiang Mu.
Jiang Mu punched him a few more times, then lowered his head and gasped, supported himself on the ground with his hands, and slowly stood up.
Jiang Mu turned to face the Western Rong stands, looking at the pale-faced Emperor Jiang Quyi. With a faint smile, his uncle made a gesture across his throat before collapsing exhaustedly to the ground.
Xie Changyuan and Xie Zhao hurried over and found Jiang Mu lying on his back, his chest heaving, limbs outstretched, and a silly grin on his face. The two Xie brothers sighed in relief.
Thank goodness, he’s still alive.
The crowd began to realize that something else was happening on the field.
Emperor Jiang Quyi of Western Rong immediately got up and rushed down from the stands.
At the same time, Qin Yan, who had been approaching the Turki Ninth Princess, halted and looked over.
Princess Ashina Mingzhu continued to push herself up with her elbows, crying out in pain as she tried to crawl backward, only to inadvertently move into the path of the frantically galloping horses.
A startled black horse reared up, its hooves lifting high before crashing down again.
“Ah!” A piercing female scream echoed across the field.
The crowd gasped in shock.
It was the Turki Ninth Princess!
The horse’s hoof struck Ashina Mingzhu’s lower leg, and she could hear the horrifying sound of her bone snapping.
“Ah!” Ashina Mingzhu could only cry out in agony, with no other options available to her.
The startled horse, frightened again, reared up and stomped down, but was kicked in the head by the rushing Turki Khan, collapsing to the ground and foaming at the mouth as it died.
When the sudden scream from behind rang out, Feng Zhan momentarily lost focus, allowing Ashina Qigu to break away and save the princess’s life, preventing her from being crushed underfoot.
Feng Zhan didn’t care whether the Turki Ninth Princess lived or died; as long as that scream wasn’t from Qin Yan, he was fine.
He chuckled to himself, realizing he was getting flustered. Why was he connecting a scream to her?
That woman…
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The Turki Khan carefully held his sister but didn’t know the condition of her leg and dared not make any sudden moves.
At this moment, the Emperor of Western Rong rushed to the sidelines, seeing his son’s eyes wide open, unmoving, and facing him. His heart sank, what had happened to Jiang Shang?
As the Emperor of Western Rong prepared to enter the field again, he was blocked by the Great Xia guards, adhering to the rules of the game.
Sitting on the ground with his hands covering his face, the emperor trembled all over without making a sound. He understood now that he was going to have to bury his own son.
“The club,” Qin Yan spoke calmly.
Han Shuangling, who was behind Qin Yan to the left, picked up the club and walked to her side, offering it with both hands.
“Your Highness.”
Qin Yan took the club, stepped forward a couple of paces, and reached down to hook the red lacquer ball that had rolled from the panicked princess’s arms to her feet.
She looked toward the Turki Khan, speaking slowly, “Khan, shall we end this match?”
The drumming stopped, and the entire arena fell silent. Everyone heard her words clearly.
If the match didn’t end now, what would follow would simply be a massacre of the Turki side by Great Xia.
Losing a prince or a princess was one thing, but the Taizi and Taizifei of Great Xia surely wouldn’t risk the Khan’s life over a game. Otherwise, the Turki army would immediately march on Great Xia’s northern borders, and with justification, which would be extremely disadvantageous for Great Xia.
The Great Xia Taizifei was giving the Turki Khan a way out.
Ashina Qigu, the Turki Khan, sensed that the situation was spiraling out of control.
Everything had stemmed from Qin Yan’s actions, which had defied all reason.
At this moment, apart from him and the princess, the other eight skilled players on their side were all dead, including Prince Jiang Shang of Western Rong.
The Great Xia people truly dared to kill on the field!
It was his sister, Ashina Mingzhu, who had set the rule that life and death were to be disregarded!
Great Xia had only lost one player, while he and Taizi Feng Zhan were evenly matched. Now, with his injured sister, their situation was extremely unfavorable.
Turki Khan Ashina Qigu glared at Qin Yan, who looked down at him, gritting his teeth and saying, “End it.”
Qin Yan exchanged a glance with Feng Zhan, then smiled as she lifted the lacquer ball at her feet with the club. She swung and struck it, sending the ball flying. As it passed over the Turki Khan, he closed his eyes.
The crowd watched as Taizifei Qin Yan struck the ball into the red team’s goal from an even greater distance than her previous two shots.
“Boom! Boom! Boom!” The drums sounded three times, and the soldiers shouted:
“Taizifei of Great Xia scores again!”
“Great Xia leads three to zero. Turki and Western Rong have yet to score! Great Xia wins!”
The Great Xia guards, disregarding the rules, dropped the titles of red team and black team and simply used their country’s name, venting their anger fiercely.
At this point, the polo match finally came to a tragic end amid the bloody slaughter.
Everyone understood that what was supposed to be a massacre of Great Xia guards orchestrated by Turki and Western Rong had been reversed.
Western Rong Prince Jiang Shang was confirmed dead by the army doctor.
The Emperor of Western Rong roared in grief.
On the sidelines, Jiang Mu insisted on watching this scene before allowing the guards to carry him off the field.
Jiang Mu silently vowed, “Today is just an appetizer, Jiang Quyi. We have plenty of time ahead.”
The Turki guards quickly bandaged the injured leg of Princess Ashina Mingzhu and carefully lifted the unconscious princess onto a stretcher. They also collected the bodies of their fallen comrades before leaving the field for the barracks.
Before exiting the field, Turki Khan Ashina Qigu glanced back at Feng Zhan and Qin Yan, his eyes filled with fierce determination.
He would settle this score sooner or later.