Although the ten men in front of her were killed easily, it was only by chance. Song Liyun did not believe that her side, plus Lin Qingyuan's six men, could contend with seventy cavalrymen.
She only hoped that Song Dekui and the others would run back to the Wuda tribe so that the lady and Granny Qi could quickly take precautions.
With the current low wooden walls and the herders, the tribe could hold out for a while if they wanted to.
The Ping Shan tribe came from afar, lacking food and clothing, and their plan was to launch a surprise attack and finish the battle quickly; they wouldn't be able to hold out for long.
As long as the Mudan tribe's troops return, the Pingshan tribe will have no choice but to flee.
Now we need to clean up the mess.
Song Liyun retrieved the beast-driving device and used the metal detector she used to collect materials from the building ruins to quickly retrieve the steel spears and several scimitars that were almost stuck in the snow. She also found all ten bows and arrows without missing a single one.
Bahrain and his men also knew how to draw bows and shoot arrows, but they hadn't brought any with them when they set out. Now they immediately equipped themselves with them.
Old Ma was the one who made Song Liyun the happiest.
While the battle raged and screams echoed, Old Ma and the other two horses were also terrified by the animal control device.
But it didn't run far; it just lingered nearby. When the horses of the Ping Shan tribe scattered and ran away, the old horse led two horses to meet it and block it.
People are fighting, and so are horses.
After a fierce fight, Lao Yan's warm riding coat was torn, leaving him practically shirtless.
Three drug-addicted horses managed to intercept ten warhorses and bring them to Song Liyun.
Song Liyun was both surprised and delighted to see the herd of horses galloping towards her from afar.
Although these horses looked hungry, they were exceptionally handsome and must have been carefully selected. However, proper care would be a great help.
With time of the essence, Song Liyun could only stuff each horse with a mouthful of dry hay before tying the reins together.
Then the three of them, leading their horse team, chased after Lin Qingyuan and the others in the direction they had left.
Pingshan Division.
Zhang Qishan rode on a thin black horse, his eyes fixed on Ping Shan, who was walking at the front of the group.
The advance team of ten has been gone for an hour and there has been no news of them.
The second team has also set off!
Ping Shan's expression was very unpleasant. Without Ba Wan around, no one dared to provoke this eccentric chieftain.
Ping Shan was in a terrible mood, and his eyelids kept twitching.
The fact that Ba Wan and his ten men had not returned after an hour filled him with a bad feeling.
But now that he's in charge, he has to stay calm and can only lead the team forward.
Just as he was getting anxious, a fast horse came galloping by.
Zhang Qishan specially rode over there and happened to hear the news reported by the second squad.
"Bavan is dead! All ten men of the first squad are dead!"
"Who did this? Who did this? I swear I'll skin him alive! I will avenge my brother!"
Ping Shan roared, his eyes almost spitting blood.
Before he even got close to the Uda tribe, ten people died, including his half-brother.
Zhang Qishan was surprised.
The Wuda tribe has gained a reputation and has gathered many tribes together. It also has the secret help of the Zhenbei Army, but its strength is still no match for those old Di tribes, especially the members of the royal court.
Although the Dongyue tribe is currently in a sorry state, it still retains its confidence.
Moreover, as long as they are not wiped out, many more tribes in the Mida River Valley will remain on the sidelines.
The Ping Shan tribe's sneak attack could hardly be considered covert, and the several tribes they encountered along the way turned a blind eye and did not come forward to stop them.
Now, the only ones who can take the initiative to step forward are the most caring members of the Mudan tribe.
Zhang Qishan quickly calculated in his mind how much he could gain if the Mudan tribe turned against him.
As the group passed the camp where Song Liyun and the others had previously stayed, they soon saw a pile of corpses and immediately roared in fury.
So much time has passed that the bodies of Bawan and the others have frozen solid, and the ground beneath the snow is also frozen solid, making it difficult to dig and bury them.
The only option was to have someone wrap the body in felt, tie it to the back of a horse, and take it away.
The battlefield had been cleared, leaving him with nothing of value; even his warhorse had been taken away.
Ping Shan was furious and ordered his troops to march quickly to pursue the perpetrator.
He had made up his mind that he would not only rush to Kara Mountain immediately, but also conquer the Uda tribe before dawn.
All the cavalrymen spurred their horses into a gallop, dozens of horses pounding the ground, mud and sand flying everywhere, thundering as they galloped out of sight in the blink of an eye.
Two people stood alone in the snow, while a herd of horses passed by.
Aside from the snow splattered all over their heads and faces by the kicking of horses' hooves, there were also mocking shouts and laughter.
"You can just wait here to be eaten by wolves! You pigs of the Wu Dynasty!"
These are the Wu Dynasty slave soldiers injured by the snow; they were abandoned!
In the end, they were still abandoned on this desolate snowfield to wait for death.
Originally, there were other people who would help ride with them for a while, but now that the Ping Shan chieftain was in a hurry, no one wanted to carry more people and waste their horses, so they left the two of them behind.
Zhao San touched his injured leg and gritted his teeth, saying, "That bastard Zhang Qishan took our agate stones and promised to take us away, but now he's gone back on his word and abandoned us."
The younger Wu Chao slave soldier next to him came over and helped him up: "Uncle Zhao, which way should we go?"
His voice was muffled, filled with suppressed fear.
Five years have passed, and this is not the first time he has witnessed a bloody scene, nor is it the first time he has experienced life and death.
But once again, being abandoned in the vast snowfield and experiencing the breath of death, he was still afraid.
Despair! Fear!
Zhao San used his strength to prop himself up: "Shi Tou, we still have to head towards the Wuda tribe."
I heard they have the best relationship with the Wu Dynasty. If we reach the Wuda tribe, we might be able to return to Suijin Town.
"Um!"
It's always good to have hope.
The fact that Bawan and his men were killed means that the Wuda tribe had received the news and was certain that they could defeat the Pingshan tribe.
The boy called Stone nodded, grinning as he forced a smile onto his face, which was covered in layers of scabs, making his slave-marked face even uglier.
Zhao San steadied himself and lifted the stone again: "Your shoulder is injured, so don't use too much force!"
Shi Tou moved his arm, enduring the pain, and said, "My arm is fine. Uncle Zhao, I still have a piece of horse meat in my pocket, do you want some?"
Uncle Zhao met him two years ago. During this time, they were wandering in the Di tribe. The two ate and drank together, depended on each other for survival, and were as close as father and son.
Zhao San patted his pocket: "I have some horse meat here too, it'll do. You can eat your own rations. Growing children can't stand being hungry, you can't let them suffer."
The sun was already low in the sky, and the two of them didn't mention what they would do that night or whether they would even see the sun rise the next day.
They supported each other, trudging through the blood-stained snow, their steps uneven.
They cannot stop; on such a cold night, if they stop, they will freeze to death.
Moreover, the stench of blood permeates the area, and it won't be long before hungry wolves and jackals come to hunt.
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