As night fell, a caravan galloped like the wind, carrying two long, tied-up bundles.
Little Stone and Zhao San lay in two cowhide bags, being pulled by horses as they slid across the snow.
When I close my eyes, I feel my body swaying, as if floating on a cloud.
Little Stone still can't believe his ears. It was his mother who asked this young mistress of the Uda tribe to come find him.
He didn't think about how his mother knew the young mistress of the Di tribe; he only wanted to escape his misery and return to his mother's side.
Five years!
Tears streamed down Xiao Shitou's face, and he finally couldn't hold back anymore, covering his face and sobbing loudly!
In the other body, Zhao San still had a low fever, but after taking the pills, he wasn't hungry, and the ointment on his legs had been applied, so he was now sleeping soundly.
In contrast to the relaxed demeanor of the two, Song Liyun and the others had solemn expressions.
Little Stone said that Ping Shan's tribe needed to rush to Kara Valley overnight.
Although Song Dekui and his group set off more than an hour earlier, everyone was worried that they would be caught up.
Upon receiving accurate information, Song Liyun immediately packed up the camp, took Xiao Shitou and Zhao San, and the group headed back.
In the silence, the only sound was the thunderous clatter of more than twenty horses.
Meanwhile, Elder Shan led his men out of Kara Valley and searched in the direction Wu Dan had indicated.
He was nervous, knowing that he was going to meet the young mistress and might easily encounter tribes whose names he didn't know.
An hour later, the group slowed down. By then, the sky was just beginning to lighten, and he could already see the tracks left by Wu Dan and the others.
Just then, a rider who had been scouting ahead rushed back: "Elder Shan, there are clan soldiers ahead! Clan soldiers! A lot of them!"
Elder Shan felt a chill in his heart: "Did you see clearly? They are clan soldiers?"
"Yes, it's the tribal soldiers. They seemed to have been resting over there overnight, and they're coming over now!"
"Heh heh! My lads, turn around right now!"
Elder Shan's expression changed drastically. He pulled on the reins, turned his horse around, and urged everyone to leave quickly.
In the blink of an eye, before everyone could run away, the vanguard of the Pingshan tribe had already appeared in sight.
In such an open and unobstructed place, when people meet, it's as if they are facing each other naked.
The vanguard cavalry of the Ping Shan tribe were taken aback at first, but then chased after them, whistling and shouting.
The thud of horses' hooves sent chills down Elder Shan's spine.
Even without looking closely, it was clear that the massive, dark cavalry formation behind them was far beyond what their dozen or so men could handle.
The Uda people spurred their horses and fled.
As the light in the sky gradually brightened, Elder Shan and his group were clearly exposed to Ping Shan and the others, and they could even see the branding marks of the Uda tribe on the horses' rumps.
Seeing the disheveled state of the Uda tribe's riders, Ping Shan laughed heartily: "So the Uda army is nothing but a bunch of spineless cowards. I didn't even fire a single arrow, and they're already this scared."
These infamous Uda soldiers were nothing but cowards who fled without a fight.
Zhang Qishan frowned as he watched the Wuda army rushing ahead. He estimated that Pingshan's troops had seventy cavalrymen, and it was only a matter of time before they captured these dozen or so Wuda men.
But the Wuda army is too cowardly; they lack the fierceness that the Di tribes are accustomed to and highly regard.
That kind of bravery, to put it nicely, is extraordinary courage; to put it bluntly, it's just being a fool.
But the Uda tribe was different; they fled without even exchanging blows upon first meeting!
Ping Shan, as the leader, thought so, and so did the others. They cheered and surrounded the Wuda tribe's Si Tu like a herd of people, preparing to play with him before capturing him alive.
Little did the people of Ping Shan know that Elder Shan had been in close contact with the Zhenbei Army over the years. Although he looked down on the Zhenbei Army from the bottom of his heart, he had still learned a lot from the Wuchao Army's rigorous approach to things.
If only a dozen or so people were to charge into the enemy lines, it would be like throwing eggs against rocks, a pointless and futile endeavor.
Elder Shan ran while looking back, then suddenly let out a whooshing sound and abruptly turned around to draw his bow.
A rider from Ping Shan's tribe was happily chasing from behind when suddenly the rider turned around and raised an arrow. Before he could dodge, he fell off his horse with a thud, and an arrow struck him right between the eyebrows.
Elder Shan's successful strike seemed to be a signal, and his Wuda army immediately turned around and fired arrows.
The dozen or so men hit their targets with unerring accuracy; some fell to the ground dead, while others clutched their wounds and fled in disarray.
The frantic pursuit of the Pingshan tribe instantly revealed a large hole.
Ping Shan's eyes immediately turned red when more than a dozen of his own men were inexplicably lost!
"Shoot the arrows! Kill them!"
He didn't plan to leave any survivors, since the Uda tribe was almost there anyway.
Upon hearing the chieftain's order, Ping Shan's men immediately drew their bows and nocked their arrows, while Elder Shan and his men had already fired their second volley.
Because the two sides had already created distance, when the Uda army fired this arrow, only a few of the Ping Shan tribe members were injured, but they were met with a volley of arrows.
Elder Shan urged his horse to gallop wildly, waving his long sword to deflect the arrows, while the others also fled, raising their leather shields to protect themselves.
However, the Ping Shan tribe was numerous and powerful, and when the arrows rained down, every soldier in the Wuda army had to endure several arrows.
While people could be shielded, horses were exposed, and in an instant, a horse cried out in pain, throwing its rider off its back.
Elder Shan's face turned pale; he regretted not believing Song Liyun's words immediately.
With the help of the Lei Battalion, he had become too arrogant lately and didn't believe anyone would dare to attack the Wuda tribe.
Looking at the densely packed cavalry around them, they were incredibly grateful that they had already had the tribe raise the barricades before setting off.
As long as the wooden gate is closed, it should be enough to hold off this attacking force for a few hours. Once the lady returns from the Mudan tribe with her people, Wuda will be able to escape danger.
As for himself... Elder Shan didn't dare to think too much about whether he could survive; he only hoped that some of the people he brought out could escape.
The bowstrings were constantly being drawn around them, and the Uda soldiers huddled together, trying their best to protect each other with leather shields.
Those inside also fought back, hoping to gain a chance of survival, but such resistance was undoubtedly a drop in the ocean.
Just then, a rider suddenly galloped up from behind the Pingshan tribe.
The person on horseback was covered by a gleaming silver box; apart from their head, only the slender legs of the chrysanthemum-green horse could be seen flying.
The strange object suddenly rushed into the Pingshan tribe's camp, causing a panic.
Having spent every day with its owner, the well-trained horse began to buck and run wildly out of control.
Some horses even collapsed to the ground, their eyes rolling back as they convulsed.
The riders on horseback were unlucky; those who couldn't dodge in time were immediately pinned down by the horse and screamed in agony.
Those who reacted quickly were able to jump off their horses, but they were also quite frightened by this sudden turn of events and didn't even know what had happened.
Song Liyun attached the beast-driving device, which was already at its maximum power, to the horse's rump and galloped wildly across the battlefield.
As they ran, they left behind a trail of people and horses in disarray.
Whoosh!
Elder Shan watched helplessly as the iron-clad monster charged toward him; the same thing happened in the Wuda army.
Elder Shan's horse suddenly lurched violently, as if possessed, slamming itself and its rider hard onto the ground.
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