Fortunately, Balin, who was right behind Song Liyun, rode up at full speed, bent down, and pulled Elder Shan out from under the struggling horse.
Lao Qian and the others followed closely behind, rescuing Wu Dajun from the ground one by one.
Song Liyun circled around and came back, by which time the scene was in complete chaos.
Compared to the previous encounters with Bawan and his men, the Pingshan tribe's cavalry reacted much faster this time.
The horses were startled and became agitated. In the blink of an eye, most of them scattered in all directions, leaving only twenty or thirty horses in the middle who couldn't get out of the way and were rolling and struggling on the ground.
Song Liyun lifted the stab-proof cloth covering her body and asked Elder Shan, who had bumped his head and was still dazed, "Elder, are you alright?"
"You are the young... young mistress, how did you end up here?" Elder Shan blushed with shame when he saw Song Liyun's face.
He repeatedly disbelieved Song Liyun's reports, and as a result, he almost got caught.
Song Liyun had no time to explain to him that she had also been traveling overnight. Looking at the Ping Shan tribesmen around her who were struggling to control their horses, she said to Elder Shan in a deep voice, "Elder, we can't delay. We need to get out of here quickly."
Although by this time, the combined number of men led by Lao Qian and Elder Shan on both sides had reached more than twenty, the number of Ping Shan's cavalry scattered outside was even greater.
Someone had already taken control of the horses outside the interference zone and turned them around to charge.
The horse, still shaken from escaping the terrifying sound, neighed and refused to obey commands.
For the time being, both on and off the battlefield, everyone is busy with their own tasks.
Apart from Elder Shan, the rest of the people in the Wuda tribe did not know Song Liyun, the young mistress, but they silently obeyed Elder Shan's title.
"Alright, everyone, let's go!" Elder Shan snapped out of his daze and quickly went to pull his horse.
That's when everyone noticed something was wrong.
These normally fierce steeds were all powerless, shaking their heads in vain on the ground, unable to get up no matter how much they were urged to.
Song Liyun shouted, "Don't pull these horses, it's useless. You ride Lao Qian's horses."
As agreed beforehand, Lao Qian's six guards dismounted immediately and gave their mounts to the people of the Wuda tribe.
These horses, which remained unmoved under the cover of the animal control device, had all undergone special treatment. Both of their ears were stuffed with cloth, and to prevent them from falling off while running, they were tightly bound with cloth straps.
The noise was blocked, which worked well, but the horse became completely deaf. It was its first time experiencing this, so it was very uncomfortable. Lao Qian and the others rode it crookedly, unable to control it in the slightest way.
Once these horses were in the hands of the Di people, they could be easily controlled and used as if they were extensions of their own arms.
Apart from Elder Shan, the rest of the Wuda army followed Song Liyun and once again swept through the Ping Shan ranks.
Before the fallen Ping Shan soldiers could even get up, they would be met with the curved swords of the Wuda cavalry and the longswords of Lao Qian and his martial arts masters.
Blood, screams!
Everything actually happened in just a few words.
However, despite using the same technique, Song Liyun did not get an enhanced version of Ba Wan's death scene.
Inside the inner circle, Song Liyun was riding a horse, while Lao Qian and others were fighting with Ping Shan's soldiers who had lost their horses.
Meanwhile, on the outer perimeter, Ping Shan shouted and commanded his tribal soldiers to fire arrows at the enemy without restraint, causing trouble for the Wuda army and preventing Song Liyun from getting closer.
The effectiveness of the animal-driving device is significantly reduced because it cannot get close to cavalry.
Seeing the horses in the arena collapse in a bizarre manner, Zhang Qishan's heart pounded wildly.
When he first pursued Elder Shan and his group in Pingshan, he habitually hid to the side with a few Wuchao slave soldiers.
As a result, she miraculously dodged Song Liyun's attack that pierced through the entire group, and also managed to rescue Ping Shan, who had been knocked to the ground by a horse.
At this moment, he rode his horse alongside Ping Shan, craning his neck and shouting, "Chief Ping Shan, there's something fishy about that woman. The horse is too scared to go over there. Send someone to surround them and shoot them with arrows only."
Ping Shan also noticed Song Liyun's difference. He gritted his teeth and roared, "Shoot! Shoot that woman to death and bring back the tribesmen!"
The Ping Shan tribe members began to charge in waves, leaping onto their horses and carrying only scimitars.
Elder Shan did not ride a horse. He and Lao Qian moved around the field, swiftly cutting down any stragglers of the Ping Shan tribe.
However, the increasingly rapid arrows made it difficult for them to move.
Lin Qingyuan stood on his horse at a distance, watching the battlefield filled with shouts of battle, his expression solemn.
Little Stone had regained his strength and was also riding a horse, his gaze towards Ping Shanbu filled with hatred.
"Young Master Lin, I want to go and help the young mistress!"
He wanted to do his part, and at the same time, he also wanted to be with the young mistress.
From the moment he learned that his mother was living in Song Liyun's house, he treated the young mistress as family.
Now he fears that this belated relative will disappear again.
Lin Qingyuan didn't even turn his head, just waved his hand and said, "You're still carrying a burden, how can I help? Don't worry, your young mistress has plenty of ways to get out of trouble."
Having experienced this period of time, Lin Qingyuan had an inexplicable trust in Song Liyun, believing that she could easily handle the current situation.
Behind Little Stone's horse were Zhao San and Old Salt, who were lying in leather bags.
The two were assigned to wait in the rear because of their weak combat ability.
Just then, a loud whistle rang out from the chaos ahead.
Lin Qingyuan immediately became serious and turned to Xiao Shitou, saying, "We're leaving, little brat. Whether you make it back alive is up to you! Don't expect me to help you later!"
Little Stone raised his arm, which was now painless after the medication, and grinned, revealing a somewhat ferocious smile due to the brand. In a hoarse voice, he said, "I will definitely make it back alive!"
Suddenly, a whistle blew, and Lin Qingyuan and Shi Tou didn't delay any longer. They led Zhao San, Lao Yan, and several other selected horses, charging towards the encirclement of the Ping Shan tribe.
Ping Shan's forces were said to be forming an encirclement, but in reality, only the cavalry on the outer perimeter were sparsely scattered. The inner part had already been driven away by Song Liyun and her group and was no longer a large force.
Xiao Shitou and Lin Qingyuan entered the encirclement without causing much of a commotion.
At this moment, Song Liyun's beast-driving device had been turned off. After reuniting with the two of them, Elder Shan and the others also seized the opportunity to mount their horses.
In the blink of an eye, the two groups of people from the Uda tribe gathered together.
Without a word, the twenty-odd people rushed through Pingshan tribe as if they were in an empty field, heading straight for the Kara Valley.
Seeing his clansmen so easily routed, Ping Shan flew into a rage.
Ping Shan was unwilling to accept it. Why did his clansmen lose so mysteriously without even facing them head-on?
He immediately led his men in pursuit, determined to catch them all the way to the Uda tribe.
Zhang Qishan didn't move; he needed to treat the wounded.
All the able-bodied members of the Ping Shan tribe chased after Song Liyun and her group, leaving behind only corpses and the wounded.
Looking at the mess on the field, Zhang Qishan sneered: "It's true what they say, 'Success and failure both stem from the horse.'"
These Di people are born on horseback and are usually very arrogant, but their fighting power collapses as soon as their horse falls.
Following Zhang Qishan, several slave soldiers began to slowly and leisurely clean up the battlefield.
Now he stays and just needs to wait for the good news about who won and who lost.
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