Although the ten men in front of him were killed easily, it was just a fluke. Song Liyun did not think that his side, plus Lin Qingyuan's six men, could compete with the seventy cavalry.
She only hoped that Song Dekui and the others would run back to the Wuda tribe so that Madam and the beggar could quickly defend themselves.
With the tribe's current low wooden wall and the herdsmen, if they want to hold on, they can maintain it for a while.
The Pingshan tribe came from afar and lacked food and clothing. They wanted to attack quickly and quickly, so they could not hold out for long.
As long as the troops of the Mudan tribe turn around, the Pingshan tribe will have no choice but to flee.
Now the battlefield needs to be cleaned up.
Song Liyun took back the beast repellent and used the metal detector used to collect materials from the building ruins to quickly put away the short steel spears and several scimitars that had almost been stepped into the snow. In addition, there were ten bows and an arrow.
All those who couldn't survive were found.
The people in Bahrain also know how to draw bows and shoot arrows, but they didn't bring them with them when they set off, so they immediately equipped them with them.
What makes Song Liyun happiest is Lao Ma.
When the fighting here was fierce and screams continued, the old horse and the other two horses were also frightened by the beast repellent.
But it didn't run far, it just lingered nearby. When the horses in the Pingshan tribe scattered and fled, the old horse came over with two horses to stop it.
People are fighting, and horses are fighting too.
Several horses fought hard, and Lao Yan's horse clothing to keep out the cold was torn, and he almost went into battle shirtless.
Three horses that had taken drugs forcibly stopped ten war horses and brought them to Song Liyun.
Song Liyun was surprised and happy when he saw the horses running from a distance.
Although these horses look hungry, they are very handsome. They should be carefully selected and good horses. Good health care is another big help.
But now that time was running out, Song Liyun could only stuff each horse with a mouthful of dry hay and tie the reins together.
Then the three men led the cavalry and chased in the direction Lin Qingyuan and the others left.
Pingshan Department.
Zhang Qishan was riding on a thin black horse, keeping his eyes on Pingshan who was walking in front of the team.
The advance team of ten has been gone for an hour and there is still no news.
The second team also set off!
Pingshan's face was very ugly. Without Bawan, no one would dare to offend this weird-tempered leader.
Pingshan was in a very bad mood, and his eyelids were twitching wildly.
The ten people left Bawan for an hour without turning around, which gave him a bad premonition.
It's just that he is the leader now and must keep calm and can only continue to move forward with the team.
Just when he was in a hurry, a fast horse galloped over.
Zhang Qishan specially drove his horse over, just in time to hear the news of the report from the second team.
"Bavan is dead! All ten people in the first team are dead!"
"Who did this? Who did this? I will shave his skin alive. I swear, I will avenge my brother!"
Pingshan roared angrily, his eyes almost bursting with 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 become famous now, and has gathered many tribes. It also has secret help from the Zhenbei Army, but its strength is still not as good as those of the old Di tribe, especially a few members of the royal court.
Although the East Vietnam Department is now in a desperate state, it is still very confident.
And as long as they are not exterminated for a day, more tribes in Mida Valley will wait and see.
The Pingshan tribe's sneak attack was not considered stealthy, 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 are the most considerate Mudan tribe.
Zhang Qishan quickly calculated in his mind how much he could get from the Mudan tribe if they rebelled.
The team passed by the camp where Song Liyun and the others had stayed before, and soon saw a pile of corpses and roars that shook the sky.
After such a long time, the bodies of the Bawan people were frozen solid, and the ground under the snow was also frozen solid, making it difficult to dig the ground to bury them.
They could only have the body wrapped in felt cloth, tied to the back of a horse and taken away.
The battlefield had been cleared, leaving nothing valuable for him, and even the war horses were taken away by the opponent.
Pingshan was furious and ordered his troops to march quickly to hunt down the person who had just committed the crime.
He had decided not only to rush to Kara Mountain immediately, but also to capture the Uda tribe before dawn.
All the cavalry urged their horses to run. Dozens of horses stepped on the ground, splashing mud and sand, galloping like thunder, and ran out of sight in the blink of an eye.
There were two people standing alone in the snow, while horses passed by.
Apart from the snow spray kicked up by the horses' hooves that splashed all over their heads and faces, there were also mocking shouts and laughter.
"You just wait here for the wolf to eat! Wu Chao Pig!"
These are the slave soldiers of the Wu Dynasty who were injured by the snow. They were abandoned!
In the end, he was left to die in this deserted snowfield.
Originally, there were other people helping to ride together for a ride, but now Ping Shantou was on his way, and no one wanted to lead more people to consume more horse power, so they were left aside.
Zhao San touched one of his injured legs and gritted his teeth and said: "That bastard Zhang Qishan took our agate stone and promised to take us away, but now he has gone back on his promise and left us behind."
The young Wu Dynasty slave soldier next to him came over and helped him up: "Uncle Zhao, how should we go?"
His voice was a little muffled, and there was suppressed fear in his words.
Five years have passed, and this is not the first time he has seen a bloody scene, nor is it the first time he has experienced life and death.
But he was still afraid of being left in the vast snow again and feeling the smell of death.
Despair! Fear!
Zhao San used his strength to stand up: "Shitou, we still have to go to the Wuda tribe.
I heard that they have the best relationship with the Wu Dynasty. As long as we get to the Wuda tribe, we might be able to return to Ruijin Town."
"Um!"
It's always good to have hope.
Since Bawan and the others were killed, it means that the Uda tribe has received the news and can definitely defeat the Pingshan tribe.
The boy who was called to the stone nodded. He grinned and squeezed out a smile on his face covered with layers of scabs, making the face branded with the mark of a slave even more uglier.
Zhao San stood firm and picked up the stone again: "Your shoulder is injured and it was pushed too hard!"
Shitou moved his arm and endured the pain: "My arm is fine. Uncle Zhao, I still have a piece of horse meat in my arms. Do you want to eat it?"
Uncle Zhao met him two years ago. During this time, he lived in the Di tribe. The two ate and drank together, relying on each other and being as close as father and son.
Zhao San patted his pocket: "I also have horse meat here, which is okay. You can eat your own rations. A tall child can't stand hunger, but you can't lose your health."
At this time, the sun was already setting. The two of them never mentioned what to do at night or whether they could still see the sun tomorrow.
They just supported each other and walked forward on the blood-stained snow, one foot deep and the other shallow.
They couldn't stop. On such a cold night, if they stopped, they would freeze to death.
Moreover, the smell of blood in this place is permeating the air, and it won't be long before carnivorous wolves and jackals are attracted.