If Ping Shan were to live, it would leave a hidden danger for the Wuda tribe.
From Zhang Qishan's words, Song Liyun learned that Pingshan was the last successor of the Pingshan tribe.
Although these Di tribes often came together and dispersed, what they valued most was the continuation of their bloodline.
Once Ping Shan dies, the entire tribe will disintegrate until a second family rises.
If Ping Shan were allowed to live, the Wuda tribe would have gained another mortal enemy, one that would be their enemies for generations.
We must fight our way out and then go back!
The young mistress is even more formidable than the legendary mistress!
Wu Dan's face flushed with excitement. He flicked the reins, and his chrysanthemum-green horse suddenly turned around and charged towards the dozen or so riders chasing after them.
The dozen or so people on the other side were not expected that these two would dare to turn back after setting the fire and running away, and that they would attack them directly. They were immediately enraged.
The sound of horses' hooves thundered, scimitars flashed coldly, and some men drew their bows to the limit, determined to chop the two men into mincemeat.
Faced with gleaming arrows and steel blades, the audacious Wudan froze completely on his horse, gripping the reins tightly and closing his eyes to await what was to come.
In that instant, Song Liyun's beast-controlling device was activated again, and the sudden disturbance threw the dozen or so horses into chaos.
During the run, Pingshan's horse once again went weak and knelt on the ground, and the rider on its back also fell off.
Song Liyun's chrysanthemum-green horse also fell over, but fortunately the two people on its back were prepared. They flipped over and landed steadily. Without hesitation, the two drew their swords and were about to pounce and slash.
Although Wu Dan is young, he is bold and agile, and Song Liyun also has enough self-defense skills to ensure that she can escape danger unscathed.
Song Liyun naturally wouldn't fight head-on. With a flick of her wrist, she pulled out an increasingly precious sleeping potion.
She took some from Zhao Tingduo, and now she has to think twice before using them.
Ping Shan had to die; there was no other way but to take a gamble.
Just as she was about to press the spray button, a burst of hoofbeats, like rain, carried on the wind to the ears of the people fighting in the camp.
A large cavalry force has arrived!
Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked around warily. Even the horses that had been running and fighting just moments before began to pace restlessly.
Song Liyun also stopped what she was doing and looked up in the direction from which the sound came.
The sound of horses' hooves grew faster and faster, as if the earth itself was trembling, and the snow kicked up by their hooves created a white mist.
Amidst the snowflakes, a black horse galloped ahead with exceptional ferocity, like the wind.
In the blink of an eye, countless rows of cavalrymen appeared in sight.
The brown military uniform was overlaid with a white cloak fluttering in the wind, and a fierce wolf-head flag.
The Ping Shan tribe soldiers turned pale instantly and panicked.
Someone spurred his horse and galloped away, shouting, "The white wolf is coming!"
"Run! The White Wolf King is coming!"
Faced with such an enemy, their first reaction was to flee.
Uda's army cheered, "The young master is back!"
Ignoring the Ping Shan tribe soldiers around him, who were still holding swords and arrows and standing there dumbfounded, Wu Dan immediately went to meet the cavalry, shouting, "Young master, the young mistress is here!"
He was afraid his young master wouldn't see it, so he jumped and waved to signal him.
Song Liyun stood there, stunned.
It was the first time she had ever seen so many warhorses.
The sight of hundreds of horses galloping, overwhelming and imposing, already made people's hearts tremble and unable to muster the slightest thought of resistance, even before they got close.
The once bustling Ping Shan camp was now eerily quiet, with every soldier looking at the cavalry charging towards them with eyes filled with despair.
Some people were fleeing and had already run several feet away when arrows flew out from the White Wolf cavalry camp, instantly turning them into pincushions.
Many more Ping Shan soldiers dismounted, knelt on the ground, bowed their heads, and raised their scimitars in surrender.
Zhao Tingduo rode his black horse to Song Liyun.
He wore a helmet with red tassels and wings, and under his white cloak was a brown armor. He had a light beard around his chin, bright eyes, and a short, faint line on his eyebrow that made his travel-worn face look exceptionally heroic.
At this moment, although he had lost the handsome appearance of a refined gentleman, he had gained an air of majesty.
While puppies are adorable, who can resist the overwhelming sense of security emanating from a large, powerful dog!
Song Liyun fainted. She felt like the thorny bush covered in hard barbs was about to bloom!
Seeing his fiancée staring at him blankly, Zhao Tingduo stretched out his long arm, lifted her onto his horse, hugged her tightly, and whispered in her ear, "Yun'er, I'm back!"
His voice was also hoarse and weathered, and the man's deep, sunny, and piercing aura rushed into Song Liyun's nostrils in an instant.
Song Liyun's face turned bright red, her mind went blank, her heart pounded like a drum, and she froze instantly.
There was only one thought in her mind: Song Liyun, what's wrong with you? It's not like it's the first time you've seen Ashi. Why are you acting like a shy young girl experiencing first love?
She had known Zhao Tingduo for a long time, and they even lived and ate together at Baolinju. Apart from taking a bath and using the toilet, she had seen what Zhao Tingduo looked like.
I thought that when we met, it would be a normal, old-married couple meeting, but I never expected it to be so abnormal in this instant. This is not normal!
This is still a battlefield, with hundreds of eyes watching. It's not appropriate for this kind of intimacy.
Song Liyun blushed and tried to push Zhao Tingduo's arm away.
But in that instant, her arms seemed to lose all feeling, and she was completely powerless, so she could only be held tightly in someone's arms, her whole body stiff.
Zhao Tingduo also sensed that the person in her arms was not normal. Normally, Song Liyun was like a little wildcat, but she had never been so docile.
His heart softened. No matter how capable and strong Song Liyun was, she was still just a girl. It was normal for her to be frightened in this bloody battlefield.
He stroked Song Liyun's disheveled hair, hugged her tighter, and whispered to comfort her, "Yun'er, don't be afraid, don't be afraid, your A-Shi is back!"
Suddenly seeing Zhao Tingduo appear in front of her, Song Liyun was still a little dazed, but the ambiguous atmosphere was unbearable for her.
She looked up and met Zhao Tingduo's direct and passionate gaze, and said, "Are you the real person?"
Zhao Tingduo was taken aback, then burst into laughter. Ignoring the stubble that had grown on his chin, he rubbed his face against Song Liyun's, saying, "Now you can tell if it's real or not."
His beard was light and soft, and Song Liyun felt as if she had been attacked by a poodle, both itchy and painful. She couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Don't be silly, we're still on the battlefield!"
It's called a battlefield, but it's not really.
Just minutes ago, the Pingshan camp was tense, but now it has been swept away like a whirlwind.
Besides the kneeling prisoners, there were also severed limbs, scattered corpses, and smoking tents, all indicating what had just happened.
The Ping Shan tribe originally had seventy or eighty people. If they had faced Zhao Tingduo from the beginning, they could have put up a fight and struggled for a round or two. They could have also had the ability to launch a surprise attack on the Wuda tribe.
However, after being thwarted several times by Song Liyun in the past two days, the remaining dozens of tribal soldiers were unable to put up any resistance and scattered when faced with the hundred elite cavalrymen brought back by Zhao Tingduo.
When Song Liyun broke free from Zhao Tingduo's embrace, she saw a dark face smiling brightly at her.
Abu has become even darker and stronger, and with the armor he's wearing, he's almost unrecognizable.
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