Abuli felt a sudden ache in his hand gripping the knife, and his heart tightened: he was one of the top fighters in the Dilu Alliance, and this little bastard was no pushover either.
If given more time, he will definitely become my nemesis.
Zhao Tingduo was secretly alarmed that her first strike had failed. Abuli was already injured, yet he still possessed such ferocity; she absolutely could not let him go.
The two horses had already charged several feet ahead. Zhao Tingduo turned his horse around, preparing to fight Abuli again.
But at that moment, Abli seized the opportunity to pull his horse's head and spur it to flee.
The others also fled.
Thus, another chase began on the Dilu Grassland, and as time went on, fewer and fewer people were still able to follow Abuli.
Watching Abuli flee in a disheveled state ahead, Zhao Tingduo's eyes flashed like knives, but she slowly lowered the five-stone heavy bow that had already been drawn in her hand.
"Young Master!" Abu rode up beside him, asking with some surprise, "Why didn't you fire an arrow?"
At this moment, Abli was still within 500 paces, and one arrow would have been enough to take his life.
Zhao Tingduo turned his horse around and slowly followed: "Keeping his life is still useful! Let's drive him away first."
With Abuli around, the Dongyue tribe will not fall apart, but it will not be able to maintain its position as the second-ranked tribe.
He couldn't kill Abli himself; this was just a successful gamble.
In terms of strength, the Wuda tribe was no match for the Dongyue tribe, let alone be able to annex it.
Abuli is dead. The Dongyue tribe has become food for others, which is not good for their own tribe. Now all they need to do is cripple him and turn him into a delicious roasted meat.
The Wuda tribe's foundation is unstable and it needs to lay low for now. With the Dongyue tribe attracting the attention of others, it's a good time to slowly reclaim its former pastures and forests.
Finally, the people left behind in the Dongyue camp realized something was wrong, and Abuli was escorted into the camp.
The white wolf riders feigned charges several times, only to be driven back by a hail of arrows before finally leaving.
The Abuli man returned, but he left behind dozens of corpses and all the faith that belonged to men.
The Uda tribe had always used the fighting style of grassland tribes, which made him forget that this was a cavalry tribe that had learned from the Wu Dynasty's Zhenbei Army for twenty years.
Luring the enemy, using deception, setting traps, arrow formations, and finally intercepting and pursuing them.
Everything they used was the Zhenbei Army's battle formation and tactics, which the Di people feared most.
Soon, news that Abuli of the Dongyue tribe had failed in his sneak attack and instead lost all his cavalry spread throughout the grasslands, immediately attracting the attention of wolves and old enemies.
Back in his tribe, Abli recuperates from his injuries while dealing with a series of provocations and subtle expressions of concern.
It wasn't that he hadn't considered seeking revenge against the Uda tribe, but the tribe's strength had been greatly reduced, and it could no longer afford any further defeats.
Or rather, even if one wins a Pyrrhic victory, one may still be swallowed up by others, so one must preserve one's strength.
The Wuda tribe also gained fame in one battle. In just one winter, they went from being a fleeing tribe that had just returned to having the potential to form a Di-Lu alliance.
The ever-changing situation is like a raging storm sweeping across the grasslands; even if only the aftershocks pass over Yunzhou, it keeps many people awake day and night.
The three siblings, Song Liyun, Song Liyun, and Song Liyun, had a very successful medical treatment in Pingyang Prefecture.
The doctor, a kind-faced old doctor, shook his head and sighed after examining Song Zhenping's leg injury: "The bone injury was not serious, but it was caused by improper care and premature exertion that dislocated the fracture ends. If you want to treat it, it is not difficult. You just need to separate it from the fracture and let it heal again."
Song Zhenping's heart pounded, and his ears turned bright red. His leg could still be treated, but... he hurriedly asked, "Doctor, if it's broken and reconnected, how long will it take before I can walk again?"
The doctor gave him a reproachful look: "Young man, what's the rush? It takes a hundred days to recover from a broken bone. If you want to fully heal, it will take at least half a year. Was it because you couldn't be patient enough when it didn't heal properly back then?"
Song Zhenping had no way to express his bitterness. Back then, there was no time to raise children. He had to drag himself out of bed the next day, otherwise he and Xiao An would have nothing to eat.
When he heard that it would take six months to raise the animal, he became anxious because he still needed to go to the sanatorium to load goods.
If you want to farm, you need to sow incredibly fertile seeds; how can you just lie around for half a year?
Or we can wait until the autumn harvest to treat it, and then we can raise it ourselves for the whole winter?
Song Zhenping's body was also examined, and the old doctor looked solemn: "Young man, if you want to take care of your leg, you have to take care of your body first! You look barely okay now, but your foundation is weak. It won't work. You can't rush to treat your leg."
After a winter of indulging in rich food, Song Zhenping's complexion is now rosy, and he no longer looks thin.
However, the doctor took his pulse and found that he was physically weak, which was caused by years of losses.
I don’t know if the doctor was just scaring people, but he said that Song Zhenping’s bones were injured and that if he didn’t take medicine, he would die young even if he recovered.
These words frightened Song Zhenping so much that her face turned pale, and she rubbed her hands together, not daring to utter a sound.
When taking Xiao An's pulse, the doctor's eyebrows furrowed into knots, his face full of anger. He tapped the stone paperweight and said, "What a disaster! What a disaster! This child... Sigh! I'll do my best!" He didn't say how well he could be cured.
Song Liyun's heart clenched; Xiao An had suffered such severe losses.
Although Xiao An had been cared for all winter, his face had gained some weight and he looked much better, but his sternal deformity and rib flaring had not improved.
While speaking of sympathy and complaints, the doctor wrote out a prescription in a flamboyant and elegant manner.
The two brothers were in similar situations; they both needed to take supplements.
The treatment plans are also largely the same.
First medicinal supplement: Ginseng, deer antler, and deer placenta are unnecessary, but astragalus, angelica, atractylodes, and rehmannia are indispensable.
Second, dietary supplements: eat plenty of chicken, duck, fish, meat, eggs, vegetables, fruits, white rice, and white flour.
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