Chapter 350: The Defeat of the Pingshan Tribe
Fortunately, Balin, who was following closely behind Song Liyun, came galloping on horseback, leaned over and grabbed Elder Shan, pulling him out from under the struggling horse's belly.
Lao Qian and others followed closely and rescued Wu Dajun who fell to the ground one by one.
Song Liyun went around and came back, and the field was already in chaos.
Compared with Ba Wan and others whom they had encountered before, the cavalry of the Pingshan tribe reacted faster this time.
The horses were frightened and became agitated. In a blink of an eye, most of them scattered in all directions, leaving only twenty or thirty horses in the middle who were unable to dodge and rolled and struggled on the ground.
Song Liyun lifted the stab-proof cloth covering her body and said to Elder Shan, who had a large bump on his head and was still in a trance, "Elder, are you all right?"
"You are the young... young lady, why are you here?" When Elder Shan saw Song Liyun's face, his old face suddenly turned red with shame.
He repeatedly disbelieved Song Liyun's reports and was almost caught.
Song Liyun had no time to explain that she, too, had been traveling through the night. She looked around at the Pingshan tribesmen struggling to control their horses and said solemnly to Elder Shan, "Elder, we can't delay any longer. We must get out of here quickly."
Although at this time the total number of people led by Lao Qian and Elder Shan on both sides was more than twenty, the number of cavalrymen from the Pingshan tribe who were scattered outside was even greater.
Someone had already controlled the horse outside the interference area and turned its head to rush over.
However, the horse, which had just escaped from the horrific noise, was still frightened and neighed, unwilling to obey the command.
Everyone inside and outside the battlefield was temporarily busy with their own things.
Except for Elder Shan, the rest of the people in the Wuda tribe did not know the young lady Song Liyun, but when they saw Elder Shan calling her that, they obeyed silently.
"Okay, let's go!" Elder Shan came to his senses and hurried to pull his horse.
At this moment, everyone noticed something unusual.
These usually strong and sturdy horses had no strength in their limbs and were shaking their heads in vain on the ground. No matter how they were urged, they could not get up.
Song Liyun shouted, "Don't pull these horses, it's useless. You can ride Lao Qian and his men's horses."
In accordance with the previous agreement, Lao Qian's six guards dismounted immediately and gave their mounts to the people of the Wuda tribe.
These horses that remain indifferent under the cover of the animal repellent have been specially treated. Both ears are stuffed with cloth and tied tightly with cloth straps to prevent them from falling off while running.
The noise was blocked, which was effective, but the horse became completely deaf, and it was a first time experience, so it was very uncomfortable. Lao Qian and his companions rode crookedly and couldn't control the subtleties.
When these horses came into the hands of the Di people, they could be controlled as if they were their own arms after a little adaptation.
Except for Elder Shan, the other Wuda soldiers followed Song Liyun and once again moved around in the Pingshan team.
Before those Pingshan soldiers who fell off their horses could get up, they would be faced with the scimitars of the Wuda cavalry and the long swords of Lao Qian and several martial artists behind them.
Blood, screams!
Everything actually happened in just a few sentences.
It was just the same operation, but what Song Liyun got was not an enhanced version of Ba Wan's death scene.
In the inner circle, Song Liyun was riding a horse, while Lao Qian and others were fighting with the Pingshan soldiers who had lost their horses with knives.
On the periphery, Pingshan was shouting and commanding the tribesmen to shoot arrows without mercy, causing trouble for the Wuda army and preventing Song Liyun from approaching.
Unable to get close to the cavalry, the effectiveness of the animal repellent was significantly weakened.
Looking at the horses collapsing strangely in the field, Zhang Qishan's heart was pounding.
When he first started chasing Elder Shan and his group with the Pingshan tribe, he habitually hid nearby with a few Wu Dynasty slave soldiers.
As a result, he somehow avoided Song Liyun's attack and penetrated the entire team, and also rescued Pingshan who was knocked to the ground by the horse.
At this time, he rode beside Pingshan, straightening his neck and shouting, "Headmaster Pingshan, there's something fishy about that woman. The horse dares not pass by. Send someone to surround them and shoot them with arrows."
Pingshan also noticed the difference in Song Liyun. He gritted his teeth and roared, "Shoot! Shoot that woman to death and rescue the soldiers."
The people of the Pingshan tribe began to jump on their horses and rush in one after another, holding only scimitars.
Elder Shan did not ride a horse. He and Lao Qian moved around the venue, killing those Pingshan soldiers who were left alone with their swords.
However, the increasingly frequent arrows made it difficult for them to move.
Lin Qingyuan stood in the distance on horseback, looking at the battlefield where the shouts of killing were deafening, with a solemn expression.
Xiao Shitou had recovered his strength at this time. He was also riding on a horse, looking at the Pingshan tribe with hatred in his eyes.
"Mr. Lin, I want to help the young lady!"
He wanted to do his part, and at the same time, he wanted to be with the young lady.
Ever since he knew that his mother was living in Song Liyun's house, he treated the young lady as a relative.
Now he was afraid that this belated relative would disappear again.
Lin Qingyuan didn't even turn his head, just waved his hand and said: "How can I help you when you are still carrying this burden? Don't worry, your young lady has plenty of ways to get out of this predicament."
With the experience of this period, Lin Qingyuan has an inexplicable trust in Song Liyun. He believes that Song Liyun can easily handle the current situation.
Behind Xiao Shitou's horse were Zhao San and Lao Yan lying in leather bags.
The two were arranged to wait in the rear because of their weak fighting ability.
As they were talking, a loud whistle was heard from the chaos ahead.
Lin Qingyuan suddenly became serious and turned to Xiao Shitou, saying, "We're leaving now, little brat. Whether you can make it back alive depends on you! Don't expect me to help you later!"
Little Stone lifted his arm, which was pain-free after the medication, and grinned, a smile that was a little ferocious because of the branding. He said in a hoarse voice, "I will definitely be able to return alive!"
Suddenly, a whistle sounded. Lin Qingyuan and Shitou did not delay any longer. They took Zhao San, Lao Yan, and several other selected horses and rushed towards the encirclement of the Pingshan tribe.
The Pingshan tribe said that they were in an encirclement, but in fact, there were only sparsely scattered cavalry on the periphery, and the troops inside had already been driven out of scale by Song Liyun and others.
Xiao Shitou and Lin Qingyuan entered the encirclement without causing much noise.
At this time, Song Liyun's beast repellent device had been turned off. After joining the two of them, Elder Shan and others also seized the opportunity to mount their horses.
In the blink of an eye, the two groups of people from the Wuda tribe gathered together.
Without saying a word, more than 20 people rushed through the Pingshan tribe as if they were crossing an empty land and headed straight for the Kala Valley.
Seeing his own soldiers being crushed so easily, Pingshan was furious.
Pingshan was unwilling to accept the fact that his own soldiers were defeated in such a strange way without even a direct confrontation.
He immediately led his men in pursuit, determined to catch them until they reached the Wuda tribe.
Zhang Qishan did not move, he wanted to treat the wounded.
All the able-bodied members of the Pingshan tribe chased after Song Liyun and his group, leaving behind only corpses and the wounded.
Looking at the mess on the field, Zhang Qishan sneered: "Success is due to the horse, failure is also due to the horse."
These Di people grew up on horseback and are usually very domineering, but once their horses fall, their fighting power collapses.
Following Zhang Qishan, several slave soldiers began to slowly clean up the battlefield.
Now he stayed and just had to wait for the good news of who won and who lost.
(End of this chapter)
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