king of ros

Chapter 311 Nomadic Pursuit
Due to the speed of the river itself, these captives who were about to be sold managed to escape from the pagans' noses.

But not everyone was so lucky to jump into the water. Some captives were killed by the heretics themselves, and some were held down again, only to watch his companions rush to freedom.

And from the corner of his eyes, he saw that there seemed to be some heretics coming on horseback from afar.

There were also some slaves who looked at all this blankly. These people were either not smart enough to be pulled in by Yang's clique at all, or they were not lucky enough to be surrounded by guards and not at all. Unable to move, several people who acted rashly were stabbed to death immediately.

As for the successful runners, they didn't have any thoughts about these captured companions. Everyone united to create opportunities, and then ran away according to their own abilities. Whether they can escape depends on their own luck, and don't expect others to help you.

And even jumping into the river is not necessarily safe. There are various obstacles in the river. If he hits those reefs or driftwood, he will die as well. Yang has seen several of his prison escape companions die like this.

This made him unable to help but pray to God continuously in his heart, and the boss also assured him that nothing happened to him.

"Hurry up! Hurry up! Get into the woods."

Where the current moderated slightly, the drenched Jan beckoned everyone to come ashore. The heathen must have sent many pursuers, and they must leave this conspicuous river immediately.

Everyone subconsciously disobeyed Yang's order. Since that time, it was Yang who organized the big escape group, so no one obeyed me. Xiaojia hurriedly followed and ran out of the woods by the river.

What Guo Yang didn't expect was that the pursuers came too slowly.

Just 10 minutes before we rushed into the forest, a sound of horseshoes sounded in front of us. Yang looked back and found that it was the nomadic cavalry from Cao Jianyuanke.

Those cavalrymen were wrapped in furs, wore cuffed fur hats, and held hatchets and spears in their hands. A few of them were drawing bows and shooting arrows brokenly, while howling battle cries that we understand, all the while A perfect image of a savage.

"Damn it, why is it so slow? This guy's death is really timely. With that group of herdsmen, no one dares to cooperate with me."

Suzdak is where these steppe nomads who immigrated to Northeast Rus gathered, and Suzdak itself is our fortress, Varu rules here, and I am the leader of many nomads.

It’s just that I’m not dead yet. Some time later, my body was sent back to my wife and children from the Bulgarian rear.

Yang heard the news at a well-known big market. At that time, I was lamenting that the chaos in the Northwest would deepen, and these nomads who had restraint would go too far. As a result, I thought that we would directly collude with the heretics together.

What Guo Yang knows is that it is not the nomads and the pagans colluding together, but the pagans used the promise of plunder to get us some nomadic soldiers.

As for why those people came so slowly, Yang only found out a few days ago that our luck was too bad. It turned out that this river was the place where we were handed over to another escort team. When the nomadic cavalry arrived, it happened to be the time when the riot had just been suppressed, and before we knew the situation, we naturally ended our pursuit along the river and chased back the escaped slaves.

It was possible for the infantry to chase down the slaves fleeing from the water, but the cavalry couldn't, so we were chased.

Yang watched as his companion who was running behind was shot down by an arrow, and then I quickly raised my head, and another arrow passed under my scalp.

Mayor Torzol slandered, if his subordinates didn't even have a weapon, I would be in such a mess.

It can be like that again, Yang said to himself in his heart, and at that moment I saw another comrade shot to death, we will be finished if we go up like that, and what accompanied my thoughts were screams, no one Trap the horse rope, after all, how can a person outrun a horse? If it was because of the rough terrain outside the forest, we would have been chased long ago.

Jan's eyes swept across the sky, and finally I found a chance to escape from the embarrassing situation, which was a thick bush.

Whether Mayor Torjoer was firm, he rushed back, and while rushing through these bushes, letting them cover his whereabouts, Yang suddenly felt that his feet were empty, and then I fell heavily to the ground.

Fortunately, my buttocks landed on the ground at the first time. The fat under my buttocks relieved a small part of the impact for me, and Yang threw away the pain. Did I cry out, because I knew that if I cried out, I would be dead.

And then subconsciously, Yang lay down on the slope that made him step empty, trying to hide his body as much as possible.

Just below, the screams and the sound of galloping horses sounded. Yang prayed in his heart, praying that he would be discovered.

It seemed that God had heard my prayers, and these voices were getting farther and farther away from me, which made me breathe a sigh of relief, but just when I thought things would pass like that, I suddenly heard the sound of war horses coming from above my head respite.

Yang raised his head slightly, and saw a nomadic cavalry patrolling the surroundings. I had a scimitar on my waist. Do other nomadic cavalry like me have that thing.

The nomad was wondering, obviously I was chasing this prey so closely, why did this person suddenly disappear?
Seeing this person walking away for a long time, Yang quickly made a decision in his heart, I need something that can make me run more slowly.

And more importantly, there are no gorgeous carvings under the scabbard of this man's scimitar, which made Yang want it. As a warrior, I am very eager for weapons, and now the opportunity is at hand.

Mayor Torjoer picked up a stone from the ground, and then silently recited the number in his heart.

But when the number was said to be the first one, Yang rushed down. This person obviously didn't talk about a person suddenly rushing out of him. He was caught off guard and quickly reached out to draw his knife. How could Yang give me that? Opportunity, hit it with a stone.

The stone hit the nomad's forehead, and I fell directly on it. The horse neighed a few times in fright. Yang hurriedly comforted the horse, and at the same time kicked the guy on the ground who was trying to get up while covering his bleeding head. Continue to faint.

Then I picked up the scimitar from the ground, and this blow directly made the scimitar out of the man's hand with the scabbard, but to Yang's surprise, it took me very little effort to remove the scimitar. The knife was drawn from the sheath.

But before pulling it out, Yang looked at the scimitar, and touched it under his hands. I could tell that the base of the knife was wrong, but why was it embroidered like that?

"Damn it, most of it was snatched from somewhere. Barbarians only spoil good things, and they haven't even been ground."

Yang cursed in his mouth, and then I used the rusty scimitar to cut the throat of the nomad underground. Although the blade was rusty, it still perfectly completed its task and successfully slit the throat. Then the blood flowed out continuously.

But Yang is still very satisfied, looking at this scimitar with disgust in his eyes, even if the rotten knife I found for camouflage is not so badly maintained and in such a bad condition.

Then Yang finished groping under the dead man, didn't worry about whether there were no enemies around at all, because if there were no enemies, we would have already killed them.

There is still a long way to go, and I still have a long way to go, and I need to collect all possible materials.

It's a pity that there was nothing useless under the nomad. Apart from this knife, the most useless thing Yang found was not two pieces of cheese and a bag of water.

Well, nothing is better than nothing, and nothing is better than nothing, Yang comforted himself in his heart.

And before Complex counted the things under the corpse and the saddle, Yang picked up the man's hat and put it on his head, adding the dirt under his body, so that I looked like a nomad.

Then Yang judged the direction in a complicated way, and then I headed straight to the south. I need to reach Torzol as quickly as possible, gather the strength outside, and then go to Moscow to kill the dark chess of the heretics in the bud. among!
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