[wilderness]

A naked man, carrying a scimitar, lay on the back of a red and white horse without saddles, fled to the depths of the mountains with no life.

While whipping the war horse with a scimitar, the man kept looking behind him in horror, as if he was being chased by some terrifying beast.

This man was Chi Lian, a nobleman of the Jin clan, an archer in the Terdun tribe, and a relative of the fire-growing man.

Because he has been responsible for guarding the holy land for many years, Chi Lian usually does not participate in the looting, so he did not experience the battle of blood mud, and fortunately escaped.

But it is precisely because he has never experienced the fierce battle to turn frozen soil into sludge that he does not know that he must be afraid of the blood wolf.

Without a saddle, there was no place to leverage the force. Every bump on the horse's back made Chi Lian very painful, but he did not dare to stop. He clamped the ribs tightly with his legs and whipped the mount under him even more desperately.

"[Hed] Fast! Fast!" Chi Lian shouted in his heart: "[Hed] Heleduan Mountain! Save me! Protect my ant-like life, and my descendants will celebrate you every day! I will gather the lost children, groups of animals and felt tents, and I will rise again like the sun! Fast! Fast!"

However, the pursuers came.

Behind Chi Lian, there was a series of intermittent, inaudible muffled sounds, and then the sound of the hooves became clearer and closer. Even the sound of the red and white hooves of Chi Lian riding could not cover it up.

Chi Lian's actions were already hidden enough. He walked through streams, over valleys, without any guards, and moved alone.

But the pursuer had a better sense of smell. He followed the hoof prints, hair and broken grass stems and branches.

Chi Lian looked back and found that there was only one pursuer on the horizon, so he ignored him and continued to gallop. Because his red and white flowers were good horses, it was easy to get rid of the tracker.

However, things went against my wishes. Although the pursuers were not as good as Chi Lian, he was a calm and composed rider. He carefully chose the most power-saving route, rather than whipping the horses desperately like Chi Lian.

Therefore, although the pursuer disappeared behind Chi Lian several times, he reappeared on the horizon again and again.

Finally, Hongbaihua's physical strength gradually dried up, and the rhythm of four hooves pedaling involuntarily slowed down.

The pursuers who were originally slowly adjoining Chi Lian suddenly activated their horses, narrowing the distance with Chi Lian like lightning.

The chasing rider stood up from the horse's back while stepping on the wooden stirrup, and took a bow and arrow. Chi Zheng couldn't react in time and fell within the range of the bow and arrow.

Hearing a "clang" behind him, Chi Lian screamed in horror, but he did not feel the severe pain of the arrowheads entering the flesh on his back. Instead, the red and white flowers under his crotch made a mournful cry, and the speed suddenly accelerated.

The rider who chased him did not aim at Chi Lian, but hit the red and white horse's buttocks with one arrow.

Chi Lian turned his head and looked at the place where the red and white flowers were caught in the arrow, and his heart was completely desperate - because the pursuers obviously used not ordinary arrows, but special bloodletting arrows.

This kind of arrow is specially used to hunt large beasts. If you stab the flesh and blood, you won't pull it out. If you forcefully pull out the arrow, the wound cannot be closed by itself. However, if you don't pull out the arrow, the sharp edge of the arrow will constantly cut new wounds in the prey's body. Therefore, as long as you use this arrow to shoot the beast's trunk, the hunter will only need to wait patiently for the prey to die due to unstoppable blood loss.

Chi Lian gritted his teeth, pulled the reins, and turned the war horse to face the enemy.

The tracker also stopped riding on horseback with Chi Zheng.

With the rising sun, Chi Lian finally saw the look of the pursuer: he was about sixteen or seventeen years old, and had just grown fine fluff on his lips - he was still a boy between adults and children.

The most incredible thing is that the pursuers were wearing long robes in the style of the ministry, combed their braids from the tribes, and used saddles in the style of the wasteland. They held a horn bow in their hands and had a musket behind their backs in an inconsistent manner.

The wolf dog that he never let go of was actually a family of various tribes?!

"[Hed] Beast!" Chi Lian cursed in a rage: "[Hed] Why do you want to help the two-legged people?!"

The pursuer ignored Chi Lian and confirmed that Chi Lian had neither bow nor arrows on his hands, instead he pulled the reins lightly and distanced himself from Chi Lian again.

"Held] Come!" Chi Lian waved his scimitar and roared towards the tracker: "Held] and I will fight to the death."

The pursuer tapped the horse's ribs and turned around and left. He skillfully controlled the gray horse under his crotch and kept an arrow from the red and white horses. Until Chi Lian stopped, he also stopped and continued to stare at Chi Lian without being close or far away.

Chi Lian was furious and had nowhere to vent his anger. He crazily hit his chest: "[The extremely vicious Hurd swears]! Come on! Come on! Are you going to take my life to seek reward? Come on! Come on!"

However, the pursuer was like an emotionless stone, and he remained unmoved by the huge waves. No matter what Chi Lian did, the young children carrying muskets did not react at all, and just looked at Chi Lian silently.

Another series of hoof sounds came from behind, and another rider appeared on the water line on the hillside. Seeing Chi Lian and the young man under the hillside, the rider immediately rushed towards the two.

"[Herd] Brother!" You can hear the new rider shouting excitedly from afar: "[Herd] Have you caught the Red Head Man?!"

Chi Lian looked at the brothers in front of him with a heart of death. The new rider looked seventy percent similar to that of a young man, but he was obviously younger. He had a horn bow and quiver hanging on his side, and a musket was carried behind him.

The new rider galloped happily to the confrontation of the two people. Seeing that Chi Lian had only a scimitar but no bows or arrows, he was overjoyed. He turned his head and found that his brother was not taking action for a long time, and he was a little confused again.

But he quickly decided--not to think so much.

The new rider untied the rope, blew the bow and arrow, volunteered: "[Hed] If my brother is unwilling to do it, then I will do it!"

But the elder brother pressed his horn bow.

The old man looked at his brother in confusion, while the young man just shook his head.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! "Wait." The young man told his brother with his eyes.

Chi Lian was hopeless for death, roared to the sky with grief and anger, then wiped his tears randomly, turned his horse on his back, and walked towards the depths of the mountains persistently.

The two brothers who caught up with him neither stopped nor helped each other, but were surrounded by him neither near nor far.

I don’t know how long it took, but the tranquility of the wasteland was once again shattered by the rumbling sound of hooves.

A team of black-clad cavalry appeared in the sight of the three. This time, the ones who were chasing were no longer the children of various tribes, but the real Paratu cavalry.

The young man fired an arrow into the sky.

The Paratu cavalry who followed the marks left by the young man all the way to this place heard the sound and rode their horses towards the location where the three of them were.

The leader is not someone else, it is Saber Sep.

Chi Lian knew that his death had come, so he turned his horse to face the enemy.

Seeing the dead end of the Barbarian Chief and the guide brother who monitored the Barbarian Chief, Seber laughed: "Leave it to me? Very good! Very good!!!"

Immediately afterwards, Seber saw the barbarian chief pointing at him with a knife and said a lot of Hurd's words.

"Huh?" Seber couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and asked the guide brother: "What did he say?"

After hearing Chi Lian's scolding, the brother of the brother explained in the half-baked two-legged man: "The Chi Lian's head man... wants to fight with you... the warrior and the warrior... an arrow and an arrow..."

Seb was intrigued: "Dull?"

"Major, please don't be impulsive." When Angelu heard something was wrong, he hurriedly spoke to dissuade him: "The barbarian chief knows that he can't escape today, and he is trying to kill the death. Please don't give him a chance."

"When will you be qualified to care for me?" Seber glanced at Angelou with his eyes squinted.

"Montaneti-Public officials ordered me to protect your safety." Angelu replied in a humble manner: "I am no longer a soldier of the Palatou Army, so your rank of major means nothing to me, but the instructions of the centurion are my mission."

Seber snorted lightly and waved his hand indifferently: "I have a sense of sensibility."

He waved his whip and rode slowly in front of Chi Lian. Angelo made a gesture helplessly to prepare his subordinates.

However, Seber, who was confronting Chi Lian, did not pull out his weapon, but instead reached into his arms, fumbled for a long time to take out a dirty and old pipe.

He clumsily stuffed the bowl with pieces of tobacco leaves, and took some effort to ignite the turtle cloth with a scythe, and finally lit the tobacco.

Chi Lian widened his eyes and looked at the inexplicable actions of the leader of his legs for no reason until he found out that the other party put the little thing into his mouth and took a beautiful breath, as if enjoying his despair, his anger, his end of the way.

"Senior Laslow, Senior Robert." Seber thought silently: "Did you see it?"

Immediately afterwards, he coughed violently by the spicy smoke - he actually couldn't smoke.

Chi Lian was furious and screamed and waved his scimitar toward the man who dared to humiliate him.

However, Seber, who was still coughing, pulled out the short gun on the saddle side like lightning, pointed directly into the chest of Man Ke, and pulled the trigger steadily.

A crisp "click" sounded, and fire burst out and smoke gustled.

Chi Lian had a blood hole in his chest, and a more terrifying hole was opened on his back. His arm was swung behind him and fell from the horse's back.

"Idiot." Seber said coldly.

Chi Lian is dead.

But it won't take long before Seber regrets that Chi Lian died so easily.

...

[The valley where Akaribe camp is located]

The sun rose completely.

The winner has been decided, and the short and bloody killing has come to an end.

The bodies scattered all over the hillside were dragged to the bottom of the valley and counted one by one. Captives - men, women, and children - were enclosed and were under special care.

The wounded cavalry sat on the hillside to rest, waiting for the medical officer to deal with their wounds. The bodies of the dead cavalry had been loaded, and their black coats covered their faces that had lost their vitality.

Except for a small number of cavalrymen who were still able to pursue the fleeing enemy, most of the others were now rummaging through the ruins of the camp, looking for food, water and spoils.

This is an unquestionable victory, a wasteland victory, and the winner has the right to take everything away.

It was completely different from the clangingly poor Hed tribe that Winters had seen, the Chilian tribe was unusually rich. At least the furs, jewelry, gold and silver utensils and coins found from the camp were piled up as high as a hill.

"Centurion!" Lannis, the former fifth company commander of the infantry regiment and the current temporary cavalry squadron, held a pearl-shelf scimitar. The joy on his face could hardly be concealed: "It should be the barbarian chief's sword! Dedicated to you!"

Winters took the scimitar and asked, "Have the whistle sent out?"

"Sent out." Lannis immediately put away his smile and replied seriously: "There were whistles sent in all twenty-four directions, and any cavalry team that appeared within twenty kilometers could not escape our eyes."

"Let everyone prioritize the collection of food, water and horses - these things cannot be eaten or drunk, we need to evacuate as soon as possible." Winters threw the scimitar into the hill where the spoils were piled up and knocked Lannis' head with a horse whip: "Don't worry about spoils, it will be distributed fairly to everyone."

Lannis raised his hand to salute and left happily.

"Your Majesty." Heinrich, the flag-holder, whispered behind Winters: "You don't look...it seems to be unhappy?"

"No." Winters rubbed his jaw: "I'm very relieved. We paid a small price, but we won a great victory."
To be continued...