Chapter 345 The Abandoned Slave Soldiers

Although it was easy to kill these ten people, it was just luck. Song Liyun didn't think that with the addition of Lin Qingyuan's six people, he could compete with the seventy cavalrymen.

She only hoped that Song Dekui and the others would run back to the Wuda tribe so that the lady and Aunt Qi could quickly defend themselves.

With the tribe's current low wooden walls and the herdsmen, they can hold on for a while.

The Pingshan tribe came from afar, and with little food and clothing, they wanted a surprise attack and a quick victory, so they couldn't hold out for long.

As long as the soldiers of the Mudan tribe return, the Pingshan tribe will have no choice but to flee.

Now we need to clean up the battlefield.

Song Liyun took back the beast-repelling device and used the metal detector that was used to collect materials from the building ruins to quickly collect the steel spears and several scimitars that were almost stuck in the snow. In addition, she retrieved all the ten bows and arrows without missing a single one.

Bahrain and his men also know how to shoot bows and arrows, but they didn't bring them with them when they set out. They immediately equipped themselves with them.

The person who made Song Liyun happiest was Lao Ma.

As the battle here was fierce and screams continued, the old horse and the other two horses were also frightened by the animal-driving device.

But it did not run far, it just wandered around nearby. When the horses of the Pingshan tribe fled in all directions, the old horse came with two horses to stop them.

Men were fighting, and horses were fighting too.

After a fight between several horses, Lao Yan's horse clothes were torn to keep him warm, and he went into battle almost shirtless.

The three drugged horses intercepted the ten war horses and brought them to Song Liyun.

Song Liyun was surprised and happy when she saw the herd of horses running towards her from a distance.

Although these horses look hungry, they are very handsome and must be carefully selected good horses. It will be a great help if they are well cared for.

But time was running out, so Song Liyun could only stuff some hay into each horse's mouth and tie the reins together.

Then the three of them took the horse team and chased in the direction where Lin Qingyuan and the others left.

Pingshan Department.

Zhang Qishan rode on a skinny black horse, his eyes fixed on Pingshan who was walking in front of the team.

The advance team of ten people has been gone for an hour and there is still no news.

The second team also set off!

Pingshan's face looked very unhappy. Without Bawan around, no one dared to provoke this chief with a weird temper.

Pingshan was in a very bad mood and his eyelids kept twitching.

Ba Wan and his ten companions had been gone for an hour and had not returned, which gave him a bad feeling.

But he is the leader now, so he has to keep calm and lead the team forward.

Just when he was extremely anxious, a fast horse came galloping towards him.

Zhang Qishan rode his horse over specially and just happened to hear the report from the second team.

"Bawan is dead! All ten members of the first team are dead!"

"Who did this? Who did this? I'm going to skin him alive. I swear, I'm going to avenge my brother!"

Pingshan roared angrily, his eyes almost spurting blood.

Before he even got close to the Wuda tribe, ten people died, including his half-brother.

Zhang Qishan was surprised.

The Wuda tribe is now gaining fame, having gathered together many tribes and secretly receiving help from the Zhenbei Army. However, its strength is still not as good as those of the old Di tribes, especially several members of the royal court.

Although the Dongyue tribe is now in a terrible state, it still has the confidence.

And as long as their tribe is not exterminated, more tribes in the Mida Valley will wait and see.

The Pingshan tribe's sneak attack was not secretive, and the several tribes they encountered along the way turned a blind eye and did not step forward to stop them.

The only one who can take the initiative now is the most caring Mudan tribe.

Zhang Qishan quickly calculated in his mind how much he could gain if the Mudan tribe did not get involved.

When the team passed the camp where Song Liyun and the others had stayed before, they soon saw corpses everywhere and roared loudly.

After so much time had passed, the bodies of Bawan and his men had frozen solid, and the ground beneath the snow was also frozen solid, making it difficult to dig the ground and bury the people.

They could only wrap the body in felt, tie it to a horse and take it away.

The battlefield had been cleared, leaving him with nothing valuable; even his warhorse had been taken away by the enemy.

Pingshan was furious and ordered his troops to march quickly to hunt down the person who had just committed the crime.

He had decided that he must not only rush to Kara Mountain immediately, but also defeat the Wuda tribe before dawn.

All the cavalry urged their horses to gallop, dozens of horses trampled on the ground, mud and sand splashed, galloping like thunder, and in the blink of an eye they ran out of sight.

Two people were standing alone in the snow, with a herd of horses passing by.

In addition to the snow foam kicked up by the horses' hooves that splashed all over his head and face, there were also mocking shouts and laughter.

"Just wait here for the wolves to eat you! Wu Chao pigs!"

These are the Wu Dynasty slave soldiers who were injured by the snow. They were abandoned!

In the end, he was abandoned in this uninhabited snowfield to die.

Originally there were other people helping to ride for a while, but now Chief Pingshan had to hurry on, and no one wanted to take more people and waste horsepower, so they left the two of them aside.

Zhao San touched his injured leg and gritted his teeth, saying, "That bastard Zhang Qishan took our agate stone and promised to take us away, but now he's gone back on his word and abandoned us."

The younger Wu Dynasty slave soldier beside him came over and helped him up: "Uncle Zhao, how should we go?"

His voice was muffled, and suppressed fear filled his words.

Five years have passed. This is not the first time he has seen such a bloody scene, nor is it the first time he has experienced life and death.

But he was still afraid when he was once again left in the vast snow and felt the breath of death.

Despair! Fear!

Zhao San used his strength to stand up and said, "Shi Tou, we still have to go to the Wuda tribe.

I heard they have the best relationship with the Wu Dynasty. As long as we reach the Wuda tribe, we might be able to return to Suijin Town."

"Um!"

It's always good to have hope.

Since Bawan and his men were killed, it means that the Wuda tribe has received the news and can definitely defeat the Pingshan tribe.

The boy called Stone nodded. He grinned, forcing a smile out of his scabby face, which made the face branded with the slave mark even uglier.

Zhao San stood firm and picked up the stone again: "Your shoulder is injured, don't use too much force!"

Shitou moved his arm and endured the pain, saying, "My arm is fine. Uncle Zhao, I have a piece of horse meat in my arms. Do you want to eat it?"

Uncle Zhao met him two years ago. During this time, they lived in the Di tribe. They ate and drank together, depended on each other, and were as close as father and son.

Zhao San patted his pockets and said, "I have some horse meat here too, which is enough. You can eat your own rations. A growing child cannot stand being hungry, so you must not harm his health."

The sun was already setting, and the two of them did not mention what to do that night or whether they could see the sun tomorrow.

They just supported each other and walked forward on the blood-stained snow, one step deep and one step shallow.

They couldn't stop, on such a cold night, if they stopped, they would freeze to death.

Moreover, the smell of blood in this place is spreading, and it will soon attract carnivorous wolves and jackals.

(End of this chapter)