And constantly shattering their hopes, this cycle is simply driving people crazy.
Qian Qian noticed that all of these Dongyi Han people were exhausted. Their survival instinct forced them not to slow down in the slightest. Even if there was only a look of horror on their faces, they had to spare no effort to move forward.
run.
Finally, an elderly man couldn't stand the long-distance running under the scorching sun. He staggered and fell to the ground. At about the moment he fell to the ground, he already knew that his fate was about to fall, and it showed on his face.
What is there is a touch of despair and fear before death.
From this angle, Qianqian could clearly see his expression. He struggled to sit up first, and the horse's hooves behind him stopped tightly in front of him, probably to prevent his head from being trampled by the horse's hooves. The old man hugged him in fear.
He stopped his head and looked at the backs of his relatives running away, thinking about what might happen to him in a while. In addition to being frightened, he was still frightened.
Nanmeng was ready to make a move. Although he was young and had not seen much of the world, he was a brave and heroic man. When he saw these officers and soldiers, they did not catch the old man, but rode horses in circles around him, and they would quarrel with him from time to time.
He waved the riding crop in his hand, pretending to hit the old man's thin shirt with the hot whip, and then rushed forward with a rush of blood.
Qian Qian hurriedly held down Nanmeng's hand, signaling with her eyes not to act rashly yet.
Nan Meng was very puzzled, but he always obeyed Qian Qian's words. Seeing Qian Qian's expression, he just snorted and resisted the urge to teach those people a lesson.
Qian Qian said in a low voice: "This simple battle between bandits is a confrontation between two countries. There may be a large number of troops behind these Daliao people. We must not act rashly. Let's take a look first!"
Nan Meng's eyes were like fire, and he didn't know if he heard Qian Qian's words. What he saw with his eyes at this moment was those well-equipped Liao soldiers, gathering around and laughing and scolding this unarmed, pitiful old man.
Qian Qian wanted to turn away, but the old man's friends seemed to have slowed down and looked at the old man. They were all poor people and had no ability to save him. They could only take a look to express their sorrow and indignation.
And reluctance.
Behind these Daliao cavalry, a person who looked quite distinguished seemed to be slowly coming. They naturally spread out from the previous circle to both sides, and lined up neatly in two rows to greet the person.
people.
Qian Qian was amazed. These people were indeed masters of riding. They had grown up on horses since childhood, and their ability to control horses was indeed very powerful. However, who could this person walking slowly be? A general? Or a person?
Little leader? What is their purpose? Why do they dare to appear openly in a place that is not the border between the two countries? Is there a large number of officers and soldiers guarding him behind him?
The old man was still struggling at first. Seeing this situation, he knew that he had no hope of survival. He looked eagerly at the leader who was slowly riding over on his horse...