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Chapter 124 Ten Thousand Horses Fleeing

Like master, like pet.

Atu, in the cavalry headquarters of the Kashgar Khanate, inflicted greater damage on the enemy than Gan Minglan.

The Akhal-Teke horses are already prone to trampling and collisions when they are startled, resulting in significant casualties.

More strong horses followed, only to fall victim to the vicious claws of King Atu.

BMWs: One swipe of their paws and a horse dies! These are nothing like the toy mice they've encountered before!
Their innate intuition tells them this.

We must leave this dangerous place as soon as possible.

If they stay any longer, they may never be able to return to the desert.

An old horse knows the way.

With an old horse leading the way, a large number of horses followed closely behind in the temporary horse farm.

The cavalrymen kept issuing commands.

They wanted to stop the horse from running away.

The steeds, who usually cooperated well with the cavalry, were completely disregarding these orders tonight.

Without looking back, they embarked on an epic escape.

King Atu did not let them go.

It continued at its own pace, patting one horse's skull before jumping onto another.

In the pitch-black night, it blended seamlessly into the herd of horses, completely unnoticed.

Horses don't understand human language!
I can't get rid of this bad guy, and I can't complain to my owner either.

The supreme commander of the cavalry of the Kashgar Khanate.

I clutched my chest, my head buzzing.

No one knows what happened to their warhorses.

Why did they all go berserk?

The other minor leaders were also at a loss.

We could only watch from afar as this bizarre phenomenon, the likes of which are seen only once in a millennium, unfolded before our eyes.

A quarter of an hour later.

On the makeshift horse farm.

After leaving behind the carcasses of hundreds of horses, the rest of the horses had all run away.

The Akhal-Teke horses, on their great escape, dared not rest for even a breath.

It was running at the fastest speed a horse could ever go.

That wicked thing seems to be addicted to killing horses; it enjoys seeing them terrified.

What can they do?
You can only run a little faster than your friends.

King Atu: When killing horses, I only choose the strongest and fastest ones! That's the best kind of meat.

The supreme commander, consumed by rage, was furious upon seeing the horde of horses trampled into a bloody pulp by his own horse king.

The blood vessels in my brain were about to explode with anger.

Everything went black, and he fainted.

"The Grand Burke (Chief)"

"Don't make a sound! Quickly, get a military doctor! Quickly, get a military doctor!"

A group of people escorted the commander to the accompanying medical ward, leaving behind two mid-level burkes (chiefs), while the junior burkes had to tidy up the temporary horse ranch.

Soon, they also wanted to collectively feel dizzy.

King Atu is indeed a king who cannot recognize enemy troops.

But it's a mouse that knows how to pick horses.

It is handsome and the strongest horse among all the horses.

But isn't it the exclusive mount of these leaders, big and small?
It really was a lucky accident!
For cavalry archers, the importance of horses was no less than that of their legs!
How can you march quickly if you've lost your legs?
Gan Minglan had no intention of letting these people, including Hu Jun's vanguard team, off the hook.

Those who rushed towards her almost never returned.

But the guards on the city gate tower...

The more they fought, the fewer people they had left.

They were surrounded by ever-approaching cavalry.

More and more cavalrymen charged down the city gate tower.

"dong dong dong"

The drums sounded again.

The military families and civilians at Jinzhou Pass, whose belongings had just been burned to ashes, understood the meaning conveyed by the drumbeats.

Jinzhou Pass is in grave danger!
Some people were removing bricks.

There are those who can pry up stones.

In short, they all came to Xicheng Pass carrying all sorts of "weapons".

Anyway, all the wealth they had accumulated over generations was burned to the ground.

How can we vent our anger if we don't kill more Hu Juns?

No matter how ruthless Hu Jun is, he is still made of flesh and blood.

With one person and one brick, how could we not kill someone?
It could definitely kill someone! In the pitch-black night.

Every now and then a brick would fly down from above.

There were quite a few cases where both the enemy's and our own heads were blown off.

It was a complete mess.

Gan Minglan, who had nearly wiped out the advance cavalry of the Kashgar Khanate, realized that the situation was out of control and pulled Zuo Wenkang to retreat outside the circle.

Crowds of people.

She also had to protect her stomach from being bumped, which made her feel somewhat constrained.

What the two did not notice was...

Hidden in the shadows of the city wall was Yaqub Beg, who had run to the west gate after lighting the fire.

He was well aware of his own fighting capabilities.

They won't easily engage in battle.

But during his hiding time, he saw the woman with his own eyes.

She was carrying such a big belly!
He was incredibly skilled and swift, killing over seventy holy knights.

Although her face was obscured, the long spear in her hand was a veritable killer.

The destructive power is too strong!
Right now, the other party is trying to take advantage of the chaos to leave.

How can this work!

He planned to hide something from the light.

Having changed into a Hanfu (traditional Han Chinese clothing), he squeezed into the crowd thanks to his short but agile body.

They kept getting closer to Gan Minglan.

in the crowd.

There was a plump old woman who was throwing bricks at Hu Jun when someone suddenly nudged her behind the knee.

This is one of the most uncontrollable parts of the human body.

The plump old lady, weighing over 160 pounds, lunged forward.

Gan Minglan and Zuo Wenkang, who had been tricked, happened to be squeezing in front of the fat aunt at that moment.

"bang"

"what!"

The fat woman screamed repeatedly.

Zuo Wenkang, who was affected, felt a sharp pain in his back.

The impact caused him to fall onto Gan Minglan.

Caught completely off guard, Gan Minglan, weighing over 130 pounds, was also violently knocked off her feet.

Fortunately, she reacted quickly.

He simply slammed the wooden stick in his hand into the ground.

The stick stuck into the soil.

It took him several breaths to barely regain his balance.

But this kind of unwarranted fright is different from the composure when killing the enemy.

The most obvious feeling was that her uterus was contracting involuntarily.

Then, the little baby, who was sleeping soundly in its mother's womb, was completely disturbed.

The pain receptors in the body were instantly activated.

Even with the relief from her wood-type abilities, the pain level remained within her tolerance range.

Gan Minglan was still startled and broke out in a cold sweat on her forehead and back.

Zuo Wenkang was terrified, if not more so.

He saw his wife clutching her stomach, remaining silent and still for a while.

He knew perfectly well that he had been startled by that sudden movement.

He gritted his teeth and roared, "Get out of the way! Get out of the way, all of you!"

Two tribesmen who were relatively close heard his roar and quickly moved towards him.

With their help, Gan Minglan was finally able to escape the encirclement.

The couple quickly retreated into the post station.

Halfway there, Gan Minglan realized things were going wrong.

The second child's irritability was beyond what her special abilities could soothe.

No matter how much she sends in, they won't stop.

She seems to be in a hurry to get out!
Contractions, something I never experienced in my past life.

But my college roommate described how excruciatingly painful contractions can be.

It has already begun.

"Fatty's dad, listen carefully! Go find me a private room right now!"

(End of this chapter)