They charged forward, leaving the Tartars far behind.

Song Yanqing tightened the reins, and ten Shadow Guards followed closely behind him, stopping behind him.

The Shadow Guard asked, puzzled, "Young Master, why don't we continue forward?"

Song Yanqing tightened the reins and turned the horse around, looking in the direction they had come from. "I have to go back."

"No!"

"Your Highness, please reconsider!"

Upon hearing Song Yanqing's words, the Shadow Guards were startled and, disregarding their rank, tried to dissuade him.

Looking at the vast grassland under the azure sky, Song Yanqing stated his plan, "We must go back!"

"This trip involves only a dozen or so people. The Tartars know our route back to camp, and they only need to send two hundred men to completely surround us."

Therefore, the only way to avoid exposing their actions and men is to go back and kill that group of Tatars.

After saying that, Song Yanqing tossed a porcelain bottle to the nearest Shadow Guard, "Now take the antidote. Give one pill to each of you, and then follow me to fight the enemy."

The Shadow Guards moved extremely quickly, and in no time the small pills were distributed to everyone, who swallowed them directly.

Song Yanqing took the porcelain bottle back, poured a pill into his palm, and swallowed it.

This was given to him by Lu Qiqi before he left, and now it's time to put it to use.

Pulling the reins tight, more than ten fine horses galloped away across the grassland.

The horses were stolen by Song Yanqing and the Shadow Guards, and the Tatars stood there cursing and pointing to the sky.

"Damn two-legged sheep, so cunning!"

"Once our king captures you, he will skin you alive and make you into human skin drums!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

After a barrage of insults, the team leader still felt burning with rage, as if there was a huge fireball in his chest, burning brighter and hotter.

"Bash, our horse has been stolen! How are we going to get back to camp and report this?"

The grasslands are vast, and the campsite is even further away. Walking back on foot would take at least a day and a night.

Moreover, autumn is in full swing, and the cold wind howls across the grasslands at night. They have no food, and if they encounter a large pack of wolves, their lives will be in danger.

The leader, known as Bash, frowned deeply, his eyes practically blazing with fury as he watched Song Yanqing flee in the direction she had gone.

He cursed under his breath, "Damn it!"

Suddenly, dozens of Tatars heard the sound of horses' hooves, and their furrowed brows relaxed.

As the sound of hooves grew louder, the smiles on their faces could no longer be concealed, and everyone burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha, the warriors of my grasslands have returned! You damned two-legged sheep, you will not escape!"

The horses galloped quickly and were almost upon them when Bash, the leader, finally got a clear look at the newcomers.

Aren't these the two-legged sheep that just ran away?

OK!

They actually dared to come back!

Bash, seeing the approaching men, shouted, "Warriors, these two-legged sheep are coming back to their deaths! Pick up your knives and slaughter them all! Drag them back to claim your reward!"

Encouraged, the crowd raised their scimitars, chanting slogans, as if determined to cut off all the heads of the intruders as a sacrifice to the heavens.

Bash gripped his scimitar tightly, poised and ready, waiting for anyone on horseback to become a victim of his blade.

As they approached the Tatars, Song Yanqing tightened the reins with one hand and made a gesture with his other hand, spreading his five fingers wide.

Upon receiving the order, the Shadow Guards immediately tightened the reins and, using their superb horsemanship, changed formations to surround the dozens of men.

Bash looked at the enemy on horseback, a mocking smile twisting his lips.

Eleven men dared to challenge fifty warriors of the grasslands; this time, they would not be given another chance to escape alive!

What the Tatars didn't notice was that the Shadow Guard was holding the reins tight with one hand, while the other hand seemed to be releasing something.

When the Shadow Guard pulled the reins tight, forcing the horse beneath him to stop, there was still white powder on the palm of one of his hands.

The powder is colorless and odorless, and it drifts in the air with the autumn wind.

Seeing the Shadow Guards stop, and then noticing Song Yanqing standing directly in front of him, Bash shouted the order, "Warriors, kill them!"

He had just finished speaking and was about to take a step when he felt dizzy and lightheaded. When he looked up at Song Yanqing on horseback again, he saw two figures riding on horseback.

Shaking your head forcefully intensifies the dizziness. If you still don't understand what's going on by this point, you've lived in vain!

Bash cursed in a low voice, "You vicious two-legged sheep, I'll chop you up and feed you to the eagles!"

"Bash! Two-legged sheep are poisoning us!"

"Bash! I'm so dizzy I can't hold the knife!"

As they spoke, everyone knelt down on the ground, their curved swords falling like rain, crashing to the ground with a clatter.

Upon seeing this, Song Yanqing, riding high on his horse, issued the order: "Execute all the Tatars on the spot, leave no one alive!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the Shadow Guards dismounted, picked up the Tatar's scimitar, and slashed it across the Tatar's neck.

Dozens of Tatars were like limp shrimps, helpless and at the mercy of their prey, until their own scimitars took their lives. As their faces pressed against the grass, their eyes widened in disbelief, and they died with their eyes wide open!

As the Tatars fell one by one, their blood staining the green grass red, Song Yanqing, riding on horseback, didn't even blink.

The reason he ordered that no one be left alive, without any consideration for leaving any survivors, was because it was so obvious that Wu Guangping had betrayed the country and betrayed the enemy.

He simply couldn't imagine that someone else was involved.

Now that it has been confirmed, this response will definitely bring Wu Guangping down and punish him severely!

Song Yanqing put away the empty bottle that Lu Qiqi had given him to fill with sleeping pills. He had been fighting alone on the front lines for many years, and now, for the first time, he felt the warmth of having someone care about him from behind.

That feeling seeps into your bones, captivating and unforgettable.

If he could shrink the distance between places at this moment, he would definitely go back to see that beautiful face he longed for day and night.

After the Shadow Guards quickly dealt with a group of Tatars, Song Yanqing ordered, "This place is too close to the Yunjia River. It would be too conspicuous for a group of Tatars to die here. Use horses to drag them back into the cave we just left."

They were able to escape because they discovered a hole.

This cave must have been left when the riverbed subsided, allowing Song Yanqing to escape by bypassing the Tatars without losing a single soldier.

This gave the Shadow Guards the opportunity to return and launch a counterattack in the Arctic.

Upon receiving the order, the Shadow Guards worked in perfect coordination, using ropes to drag all the Tatars down the hill.

The place is stained with blood. It won't be long before the wolves or eagles discover it, and they can then destroy the evidence.

After dealing with the Tatars, the Shadow Guard whistled to summon the wild horses he had trained.

Since the Tatars couldn't take their horses with them, they absolutely couldn't leave them behind to return to camp and report the news.

Therefore, Song Yanqing took out another porcelain bottle and had the Shadow Guards feed it to the Tatars' horses.

The pills entered the horses' bellies, and more than a dozen horses collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Without any worries, Song Yanqing tightened the reins, turned around, and rode his spirited horse across the grassland.

He needs to get back to the military camp as soon as possible!