All the gods began by cultivating the Iron Shirt technique.

The crossbow bolts continued to rain down from all sides, but this time, as the bolts were fired again, several figures rushed out from the rooftops on both sides of the street. These people were Yang Pan and his companions.

Their previous actions were not intended to help Zhao Tong escape, but rather to use Zhao Tong to lure the cavalry away; this was part of their plan.

The Mongol Tartars had cavalry, and they couldn't outrun them on foot. Only by eliminating the threat of cavalry could they possibly escape.

At this moment, the cavalry had already been led away by Zhao Tong, and what remained were a few people using crossbows to suppress the archers on both sides of the street, and rushing out of the county town when they dared not show themselves.

Of course, simply rushing out of the county town wouldn't be enough, since the enemy had many archers, and once they reacted, a single long-range shot would turn them into pincushions. Therefore, each of them carried a corpse on their back, specifically to shield themselves from arrows.

A corpse weighing a hundred pounds would be very heavy for an ordinary person, but it was still within the range that Yang Pan and the others could bear. Although only Huang Hui among them had cultivated internal strength, the strength of Yang Pan and the others was still far beyond that of ordinary people.

Everything was proceeding according to plan, and Yang Pan and his group, having caught the Mongols off guard, were now close to reaching the city gate.

Above the city gate, Yang Pan jumped down, the gate almost within reach, with Shi Yingfeng following closely behind. On the rooftops on the other side of the street, Zhao Lei and Huang Hui did the same, and the moment they landed, they all sprinted towards the city gate.

However, the archers had already reacted. Seeing the crowd about to enter the city gate, they didn't even need the centurion's order; they all drew their bows and fired arrows wildly at the group.

Pfft! Pfft!

Feeling the constant pushing from behind, Yang Pan's face tightened. He didn't need to turn around to know that the corpse he was carrying was probably riddled with arrows. Fortunately, he had already stepped out of the city gate.

An overwhelming joy surged within him, but Yang Pan dared not linger. Even though his legs were already weak, he ran forward without looking back, with Shi Yingfeng and the others following closely behind.

"what!"

Suddenly, a familiar scream rang in everyone's ears. Yang Pan paused for a moment; he knew that voice all too well—it was Zhao Lei's voice.

But he only paused for a moment, without even turning his head, and then ran even more frantically. Behind him, Shi Yingfeng and Huang Hui did not stop either, and were both running at full speed.

At this moment, even a second's hesitation would greatly increase the risk of death, and the group had long been prepared to fight to the death while carrying out their plan. Finally, they stepped completely out of the city gate, but the arrows behind them still hadn't stopped.

Even after Yang Pan and his companions had run some distance, the archers did not catch up, watching helplessly as they gradually moved away until they disappeared without a trace.

......

Run! Run! Run frantically!

Run! Run! Run for your life!

Even though his legs felt as heavy as lead, and even though his knees were creaking under the strain, Yang Pan did not stop.

However, he had already thrown off the corpse that was tied to his back, and then ran straight forward without any purpose, feeling light and free.

As the eastern sky began to lighten and the morning light shone through the mountains and forests onto his face, he vaguely heard his senior brother Shi's voice.

"Junior brother, junior brother, stop quickly! Senior brother Huang seems to be dying."

Huh? Senior Brother Huang, it's no use...

In a daze, Yang Pan gradually slowed down until his body finally came to a complete stop.

Ignoring the burning pain in his feet, Yang Pan turned around and saw that his senior brother Shi was slumped on the ground behind him, and next to him was his senior brother Huang, who was lying on the ground and had completely lost consciousness.

"Senior...brother"

His throat felt dry, like two pieces of wood rubbing together, producing an unpleasant, hoarse sound. Yang Pan glanced around, and only after confirming that there were only trees and unidentified flowers and plants nearby did he completely relax and collapse to the ground.

No one spoke; only the chirping of birds echoed through the mountains in the early morning. The morning sunlight shone on Yang Pan, bringing him waves of drowsiness until half an incense stick had burned.

"How far have we run?" Yang Pan asked in a hoarse voice, forcing himself to stay alert.

"I don't know, I just ran from night to day." Shi Yingfeng's voice was equally weak, as if he would collapse completely if he said a few more words.

call!

Yang Pan let out a long breath and stood up shakily. But the moment he stood up, he felt something at his waist. Looking down, he saw it was the crossbow he had used the night before.

One end of the crossbow was tied with a cloth strip, and the other end was tied to the waist. No wonder it wasn't lost after running all night.

Yang Pan grinned, relieved that his life-saving item was still intact. He walked over to Huang Hui, who was lying on the ground. Without even looking closely, he could tell that Huang Hui's entire back was soaked in blood, and his back wound was probably even more serious.

Unwrapping the hastily applied bandages from the previous night, a faint stench wafted from Senior Brother Huang's festering back. Even without medical knowledge, Yang Pan could tell that the man's condition was extremely bad; his back was likely on the verge of festering.

Once a purulent infection develops, in this era it would basically be a death sentence.

"The wound is about to become infected. We need to find a clinic to treat Senior Brother Huang as soon as possible." Shi Yingfeng, who had regained some strength, frowned as he saw the wound on Huang Hui's back.

"Yes," Yang Pan nodded, his gaze sweeping over the surrounding trees.

"Senior Brother Shi, do you know where this is?"

Last night, in order to survive, Yang Pan ran for his life as soon as he left the city gate, without even trying to figure out which way to go.

Or perhaps he simply didn't know any direction. In the three years since his transmigration, he had spent most of his time in Tongjiang County, and the farthest place he had ever been was a village near the county seat. He had absolutely no idea of ​​the roads leading out of Anqing Prefecture.

"This should be Ciyun Mountain Ridge."

Shi Yingfeng got up and looked around. He had visited other prefectural cities many years ago, so he remembered that there was only one mountain range outside Tongjiang County, namely Ciyun Mountain Range.

"Tsewan Hill?"

Yang Pan felt the words were somewhat familiar. After thinking for a moment, he suddenly remembered what Master Liu from the West Wind Inn had mentioned a year ago about the bandits of Ciyun Mountain. This was Ciyun Mountain Range; it was probably the gathering place of that bandit gang.

Shi Yingfeng also looked tense, clearly indicating that the other party was aware of the bandits of Ciyun Mountain. Originally, Senior Brother Huang had called all the disciples of the martial arts school to leave together, mainly to guard against bandits and thieves along the way.

If it weren't for the incident last night, the martial arts school members wouldn't have needed to fear the bandits along the way. But now that Senior Brother Huang is seriously injured and unconscious, if the two of them were to encounter bandits, it would be fine if there were few of them, but if there were many, even with bows and crossbows, they would probably still be in danger.

"Yesterday the Mongols stormed the county town. Could they have passed through here on their way? Perhaps the bandits heard the commotion and are now too afraid to come out and plunder?"

Shi Yingfeng spoke with hope, for the fearsome reputation of the Mongol Tartars had reached the point where the people of the Southern Song Dynasty knew of them. Even those seemingly vicious bandits had no choice but to obediently give way to the Mongol army.

"Possibly!" Yang Pan's heart stirred, and he felt that Shi Yingfeng's words made sense. The most important thing was that they were currently in Ciyun Mountain Range, and they had to get out of here no matter what, and Senior Brother Huang's injuries could not be delayed at all.

After analyzing the situation, the two concluded that the chances of encountering bandits were slim, and since Yang Pan had a bow and crossbow, it increased their chances of survival.

The two rested on the spot for a while, not in a hurry to set off. They were exhausted after a night of fleeing and needed to recuperate. Besides, the roads in the mountains were intricate and complex, so they weren't afraid of being pursued by Mongol soldiers.

The mountains fell silent again. The two men, resting on the spot, did not discuss their escape the previous night, including Zhao Lei's death.

In fact, the camaraderie among the disciples of Tiehe Martial Arts School is not very strong, as can be seen from the time Yang Pan joined the school.

After all, it's just paying money to learn martial arts, and the disciples don't usually gather at the martial arts school. If Yang Pan hadn't taken the initiative to approach Shi Yingfeng, he probably wouldn't have become friends with this senior brother Shi.

However, she had gone through battles with Zhao Lei, and it is said that life-and-death experiences are the easiest way to build feelings, which is certainly true.

Even though he wasn't familiar with Senior Brother Zhao before, after going through life and death battles together, Yang Pan called him Senior Brother Zhao with all his heart. Now that the other party had died at the hands of the Mongols, Yang Pan couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable.

After resting for about the time it takes to burn two incense sticks, until they both felt they had regained some strength, the two took turns carrying Huang Hui and groping their way forward through the mountains.