Six thousand Dark Horsemen had killed 5,600 Beimang soldiers, including their cavalry.
Under the interrogation of torture, they learned that there would be another 1,200 cavalrymen escorting the provisions one hundred and fifty miles to the north. Then, they silently selected all the 5,000 Youzhou cavalrymen who were not injured and began to rush north.
In fact, 5,200 Dark Horsemen had survived, but they were all heavily injured. They would turn back the way they came and head east, finally heading south at the River Province border.
But everyone knew that even if it was the safest journey east, there would still be people rushing to the stables after smelling the stench of blood.
Keep up with the main army?
This was a battle of stampede.
Once the cavalry found it difficult to even travel, they would only be a burden. If this was the case after one battle, then what about the second and third battles?
This Youzhou cavalry would become more and more overwhelmed and would only cause more of their fellow Youzhou soldiers who could have killed more Beimang barbarians to die.
The leader of the 200 horsemen was a heavily injured lieutenant. It was he who had volunteered to take the wounded east, and Yu Luandao did not refuse.
The man who had killed 400 Mang cavalry by himself did not say anything.
The captain looked to the north and grinned.
Brothers, we're counting on you.
A burden?
That's right, the two hundred or so of us are just a burden.
What's there to be embarrassed about? This daddy really doesn't have any more barbarians to kill. If only there were. Dying in battle is better than dying on the bumpy road. The more we can die, the better.
Suddenly, a horseman broke away from the cavalry formation and galloped toward them.
It was the young woman beside that man. She looked like a delicate and pretty woman, but not long ago, this lieutenant's scalp went numb when he saw her kill.
She carried a medicine box on her back and said calmly, "He asked me to send you to River Province."
The 200 horsemen were dumbfounded.
The lieutenant roared, "We don't need you to care about us. Just kill two or three hundred Beimang barbarians for this daddy and we'll break even!"
She glanced coldly at the lieutenant. "You're quite loud. Looks like you won't die anytime soon. If you have the guts, go ahead and shout at him. Also, the only thing that can make me go back is his order and you have to defeat me. But with just you? "
The lieutenant's face turned red. "If this daddy hadn't taken six blows!"
She pursed her lips and asked, "So what?"
The lieutenant swallowed his words, and his aura weakened a little. "I still can't beat you."
Fan Xiaochai said calmly, "Don't worry. He asked me to pass a message to you. Bring them back to Serenity Province alive. As for killing the barbarians, he'll make up for your share and mine."
At this moment, the sound of a horse falling off came from the cavalry.
Someone had died.
Fan Xiaochai glanced at them. "Just take the corpses with you. With me here, as long as you don't face more than five hundred riders, it doesn't matter how slow you go."
The captain dismounted from his horse and quickly walked to the corpse before squatting down. A horseman whose left leg had been torn open and casually bandaged was squatting beside the captain and the corpse. His injuries were relatively light and he was riding on the same horse as his comrade who had fallen off the horse. He held the reins with one hand and used the other to support his comrade, but he still couldn't stop him.
It didn't matter whether he had fallen off the horse or died on the way back.
The horseman raised his arm and wiped his eyes, sobbing. "Before he fell off the horse, he said that he hadn't killed enough Beimang barbarians in this life and that he would reincarnate in our Beiliang in his next life."
Fan Xiaochai tilted her head and raised it so that no one could see her eyes.
"Grandpa, Dad, it's not shameful for you to lose to this kind of Xu family cavalry."
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Farther north, Yu Luandao said angrily for the first time, "Is it time for Mi Fengjie to leave after the next battle? And the next battle will be Yu Dilong?! Then what will you do? "
Hsu Fengnian nodded.
Yu Luandao was about to speak.
Hsu Fengnian turned to the commander and said calmly, "I'll stay here until all of you are dead. If the Beimang can even keep me here, then they'll be able to do it. "
Yu Luan Daozhen was truly enraged. He had never been so angry in his life. "Motherf * cker, I can't beat you!"
Shi Yulu said in a low voice, "Prince."
Hsu Fengnian smiled. "I know what's important and what's not. Before coming to Ji Province, Huangfu Jin had already reminded me. Don't worry, I still stand by what I said. As long as the King of the Northern Courtyard doesn't come here personally from Liu Province, it's not difficult for me to leave. "Besides, most of the Beimang Qi Refinement Warriors are dead, but we still have the Guanyin Sect in Beiliang. Now, I can know where Tuoba Bodhisattva is, but he doesn't know where I am. Even if there's danger, I can get the news in advance. "Besides, if Tuoba Bodhisattva wants to come here, he has to go through two obstacles. One is Xu Yanbing, and the other is the Wu family cavalry and swords."
Yu Luandao snorted.
Hsu Fengnian looked into the distance and suddenly said softly, "I'm sorry."
Yu Luandao, Shi Yulu, Su Wenyao, Mi Fengjie, Yu Dilong, and the dozen or so cavalry nearby all fell silent.
Then, Yu Luandao, Shi Yulu, and Su Wenyao began to hum a song at the same time.
"Brilliant Beiliang Spirit-Suppressing Song".
"Sending off our comrades!
Farewell! "
Yu Dilong had never heard of this song, but he began to hum along with them with a sobbing tone.
He finally put on his cold saber.
A set of iron armor was tied tightly to the horse's back.
It was the one he had taken from the corpse of the big scout.
Until now, Yu Dilong still didn't know the big guy's name.
His master had asked him to bring it back to Youzhou.
Yu Dilong pursed his lips and wiped them hard. He gripped the saber hilt tightly and choked, "Big guy, before master chased me away, I promised you something. I wasn't bragging. I, Yu Dilong, will definitely do it. I'll kill a thousand Beimang barbarians!"
There was a sad song between heaven and earth.
It spread to the five thousand Youzhou cavalry.
They began to hum together.
They were going to die so generously.
There were millions of households in Beiliang. How many of them were wrapped in iron armor and withered bones?
Scholarly honors were paid with a pot of wine. How many emperors, kings, generals, and ministers were there?
… …
Good men, don't say that the heroes of the world have fallen into my trap.
Little girl, don't hide your admiration deep in your belly.
… …
Come, come, come. Let's see who's beating the Beauty Drum.
Come, come, come. Let's see who's the Yang Realm's butcher.
Come, come, come. Let's see who's going to fight for the throne with me …
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