After time travel, my best friend and I exchanged supplies and became a rich woman

The Beiyi people are good at handling horses.

Their cavalry strength is indeed much higher than that of the Beilin Army.

Fortunately, Song Ke was originally a cavalryman and had excellent riding skills.

In addition, the remaining people were all veterans who had followed him for many years, so they were not caught up by the Beiyi cavalry for a while.

These people, like Song Ke, had served as death squads and vanguards.

They have rich experience in killing enemies; they have more experience in escaping than in killing enemies.

After all, those who can get up from the death squad's mountains of blood are either ruthless enough, smart enough, and run fast enough.

As for Song Ke.

Because his mind is somewhat single-minded, he is focused on killing enemies.

This helped him a lot.

But what really allowed him to survive until now was his luck.

To put it mildly, I was pretty lucky.

Just like this time, who would have thought that a piece of uneaten pork could actually save his life? !

Song Ke broke the arrow in his chest and led his men to move quickly among the desolate valleys and mountains of the North.

But no matter how good Song Ke's riding skills were, their horses were still inferior to Bei Yi's.

Seeing that the pursuers behind him were about to arrive.

Song Ke, who was running at the front, turned to Guan Qi and shouted to Guan Qi beside him: "Take the others and run first, I will hold back!"

Guan Qi said without hesitation: "Okay!"

On the battlefield, there is no room for hesitation or intolerance.

A group of people followed Guan Qi and continued to ride forward as hard as they could.

Song Ke, who was responsible for the delay, gradually slowed down his horse speed.

Until the sound of horse hooves was very close, Song Ke reined in the horse's rope, turned the horse's head, used all his strength, and shouted to the Northern Yi cavalry: "Hahahahahahaha, Northern Barbarians!! I have long wanted to set them on fire. Your food is gone!

Today I finally got what I wanted and burned all your food and grass!

How about it, Beiyi barbarians! Is the fire I lit for you still warm? ! Hahahahaha. "

The Northern Yi pursuers, who had already had their food and grass burned by Song Ke and the others, became even more angry when they heard Song Ke speak such arrogant words.

At this moment, Song Ke turned his horse's head, taking advantage of the slight advantage he still had, and galloped towards the right front side of the sand.

At this time, the Beiyi people were so angry that they no longer cared about chasing others.

They clamped the horse's belly and shouted words that Song Ke couldn't understand. Seventy or eighty people swarmed up.

Arrows shot towards Song Ke like raindrops.

Even though Song Ke dodged left and right, he was still hit by several arrows.

But he seemed to feel no pain, lowered his body, and only focused on riding the horse and galloping forward.

He was talking to himself silently in his heart.

Hold on to Song Ke, we'll be there soon.

Still half a mile away.

Don't fall, don't fall.

Dongyue is still waiting for you to come home with the old and the young.

Don't fall, don't fall.

In front of him was the blurred sand, and his mouth was filled with the taste of blood.

But Song Ke held on to the horse's reins tightly, not daring to slack off at all.

It's right in front of you, it's coming soon.

The moment before he was surrounded by the Beiyi cavalry, Song Ke suddenly jumped up from his horse.

I saw him kicking on the horse and flying into the air.

At this moment, the leader of the Beiyi cavalry behind him realized that something was wrong, opened his mouth and shouted: "Not good!!"

But it's too late.

A cavalry team of seventy or eighty people stepped into a salt crust.

Because the horses were so fast, even if they could see ahead, someone had already fallen into the deep pit caused by the cracking of the earth's crust, but they were still unable to recover.

The potholes are getting bigger and bigger.

Of the pursuing Beiyi cavalry, only the three at the end jumped off their horses in time and escaped disaster.

They yelled and cursed, and ran towards the man who was already seriously injured not far away.

kill him!

This insidious and cunning wounded soldier of the Great Rong Dynasty must be killed! !

At this moment, Song Ke was lying prone on the alkaline ground not far away.

There were three or four arrows stuck in his back, and he was motionless, his life or death unknown.

The three Beiyi cavalrymen, who were already red-eyed with hatred, raised their machetes and rushed towards Song Ke with shouts.

This person must die today!

If he is dead now, then he must be chopped into pieces and fed to the wolves today! !

The three of them carefully avoided the large collapsed salt crust in front of them and walked to Song Ke with red eyes.

Song Ke remained motionless, and he couldn't see the slightest movement on his back.

The Beiyi cavalry jabbered incomprehensibly and poked Song Ke with a knife.

The man remained motionless.

"Probably dead." Cavalryman said.

"Then chop him into pieces!" said the second cavalryman.

"Cut off his head and take it back and maybe get a reward from the general!" Cavalry C said.

But the cavalryman said: "All the food and grass have been burned. Yancheng has no supplies. It will definitely be taken back by Da Rong Dog again. Do you still want this reward? General Gulu has always been rough. It's fine if he doesn't kill us to sacrifice to heaven." Got it!"

"What should we do?" Cavalry C asked, "How about we escape?"

Just as the three of them were hesitating about what to do, Song Ke, who was lying on the ground, suddenly stood up with a knife in hand.

The three of them subconsciously picked up their knives and prepared to chop at Song Ke.

Unexpectedly, Song Ke kicked on the rock beside him. With the help of his feet, he jumped into the air and turned over behind the three of them.

He kept moving and swung the knife with all his strength, slashing the backs of the three people standing in a row.

The three of them were in great pain and turned around to greet Song Ke.

But because of the deep wounds on their backs, almost half of the strength of the three of them was lost.

Song Ke cut off the block, and there were four or five arrows stuck in his back, keeping the three people away.

Soon, the three cavalrymen fell down one by one.

At this time, Song Ke was almost exhausted.

But he didn't forget to stab the three people's necks.

After doing all this, he returned to the rock and sat down slowly.

Blood snaked down from his hands and dripped into the dry ground.

The ground gradually turned red.

The wind and sand carried the drifting snow, flying freely in the vast northern land.

But Song Ke lowered his head and remained motionless.