The Celtic scouts followed the lead all night and found the traces of Feng Yu and others before half dawn, and then led a large group of people to come. Their cavalry chased them directly along the road, but the infantry did not follow the official road built by the Romans, but instead took the shortcuts in the forest, so they could come so quickly.

Taylor walked out of the Celtic crowd. He observed the bonfire that was still emitting blue smoke and said affirmatively: "They shouldn't leave much. We should speed up our pace. We should be able to catch up with them in five or six hours. The cavalry chased along the official road, while the rest intercepted them from the shortest route in the mountains and forests!"

The Celtics began to act after roaring in unison. The cavalry whipped the horses and chased them along the official road. However, the hiking Celtic barbarian warriors plunged into the dull forest and disappeared without a trace.

Feng Yu felt that the speed of the team was getting slower as he walked. It turned out that many horses were carrying two people forward, which greatly exceeded their usual load. They walked for a day, rested for a night, and replenished some horse feed to recover their physical strength. But now with doubled load, their physical strength cannot be replenished, so they naturally walked slower and slower.

Dian Qing also had the same awareness and had already opened his mouth and ordered: "The two of them ride the same horse together, and they don't trot and follow the horses, and then take turns to ride the horses. This speed can be faster."

The Liang army, who were two horses, did as soon as they did, and at this moment, two cavalry galloped in the rear, and it was the Liang army's palace scouts. They were still dozens of steps away and shouted loudly: "A large number of Celtic cavalry are chasing us! There are hundreds of cavalry, not far from us!"

Feng Yu and Dian Qing Simmons all changed their faces, and Feng Yu had no more ways, so he could only urge everyone to leave. They had only walked forward for less than a hundred battles, and two more cavalry rushed forward, which was their advance scout. But these two brought back good news. Just less than five miles ahead, at the foot of the mountain road leading to the pass, there was a Roman castle.

Feng Yu was overjoyed when he heard this and cheered up his morale loudly, "Everyone, we will be safe when we arrive at the Roman castle!" Everyone whipped the horses desperately, and the soldiers running on the ground were also panting.

When they saw the outline of the castle from afar, there was also a rumbling sound of horse hooves coming from behind. Dian Qing turned his head and looked at Feng Yu and said, "Master, the enemy soldiers behind are chasing us urgently. I'm afraid that we will be chased by them before we arrive at the castle. I'll resist here for a while, you go first!"

Feng Yu responded: "Yes, but you must save your life, this is an order." After a while, the crowd set a distance between Dian Qing who stopped the horse.

Dian Qing calmly took off his big bow, drew out a heavy arrow, bent his bow and arrow toward the Celtic cavalry nearly a hundred battles away.

The Celtics had long discovered that an enemy cavalry had stopped and took out a bow and arrow to shoot. But they didn't care at all, and they didn't believe in any arrows that could shoot so far.

They immediately paid the price when they underestimated the enemy. A Celtic cavalry, wearing only animal skin, was shot in the chest with the sound of heavy arrows breaking through the air. Seeing this scene, the Celtic cavalry was shocked and subconsciously tied the reins of the mount. However, several cavalry running in front did not know about this situation and were still running wildly.

At this time, these Celtic cavalry were still seventy or eighty battles away from Dian Qing, and it took them twenty seconds to rush to Dian Qing at full speed. This time was enough for Dian Qing to shoot five arrows. The Celtic cavalry was not good at riding and shooting, and at most they rushed to throw javelins, which meant that they could only be beaten and not fight back.

After just a few breaths, the second heavy arrow roared, and the Celtic, who was running in the front, fell off the horse. He was wearing a good chain mail, but he was still penetrated by a heavy arrow. Then, the third and fourth arrows followed one after another, and two Celtic cavalry running in the front were caught in the arrow.

After Dian Qing shot four people in a row, they all understood that whoever rushed in front would die. Even though the Celtics were generally fearless, no one wanted to be killed by a single arrow in a daze and use their lives as a stepping stone for other people's military merits. So their speed was slower.

However, Dian Qing also deliberately slowed down his shooting speed, from four or five seconds to seven or eight seconds before he shot an arrow. Moreover, he changed from shooting someone running in the front to someone whose speed suddenly increased.

In fact, the purpose of Dian Qing doing this is to fight psychological warfare with these Celtics. If he still shoots the opponent so quickly, these Celtics will soon realize that even if they slow down, they will accidentally become the "showing forward" person. They will quickly reach a tacit understanding and accelerate toward Dian Qing. In this way, the purpose of Dian Qing's hope of delaying them is the opposite of Dian Qing's goal.

When the two sides were less than fifty battles apart, Dian Qing suddenly turned his horse and galloped away. Seeing this, the Celtic cavalry quickly accelerated to pursue.

However, Dian Qing ran out of a hundred battles, and after distanced from the Celtic cavalry, he stopped his mount and turned around. He continued to repeat the previous operation, first shot and killed the Celtic cavalry running in the front, forcing the opponent to slow down, and then sucked the arrow and slowed down, and only shot the person who started to speed up his pursuit.

At the same time, along the road, heading to the foot of the Alps, more than three miles southwest, dozens of people including Feng Yu had gathered under a small castle next to the road. This castle is smaller than Feng Yu, and is made of thick logs made of local materials and mixed with rough chiseled rocks. The radius is only less than a hundred steps away, and the city wall is only less than two battles high.

A Roman soldier in a chain mail looked out and said, "Who are you? Why are you here?"

"We are from Liang Kingdom, and we are going to Rome to pay homage to your Majesty Alexander. We are now being chased by the Celtic barbarians, and we are extremely critical. This is the gold medal of the flying eagle! Let us enter the city quickly."

Feng Yu had no time to explain, so he directly showed the Flying Eagle Gold Medal. The Roman soldiers on the city tower did not dare to neglect and hurriedly ordered people to open the city gate.

After a while, the heavy wooden door of the castle slowly opened, and Feng Yu and others rushed in. When the last person entered, the Roman soldiers were about to close the door, a rapid sound of horse hooves came from afar, and Dian Qing was riding alone and galloping quickly. Feng Yu hurriedly stopped the Roman soldiers from closing the door. At this time, everyone also saw clearly that the Celtic cavalry chasing behind Dian Qing were less than a hundred battles behind.
Chapter completed!