Due to the speed of the river itself, the captives who were about to be sold successfully escaped from under the noses of the pagans.
However, not everyone was so lucky to jump into the water. Some prisoners themselves were killed by the pagans, while others were held down again and could only watch their companions rush to freedom.
And out of the corner of Yang's eyes, he saw some pagans approaching on horseback from a distance.
There are also some slaves who are watching all this indifferently. These people are either not smart enough and were not drawn into Yang's small group at all, or they are not lucky enough. There are guards all around them and they are not involved at all.
The few people who acted rashly were stabbed to death immediately.
As for the successful runners, they didn't think much about their captured companions. They all united to create opportunities, and then each ran away according to his own ability. Whether he could escape or not depended on his own luck. Don't expect others to help you.
And even if you jump into the river, it may not be safe. There are various obstacles in the river, and you will die if you hit the rocks or driftwood. Yang saw several of his escape companions die like this.
This made him couldn't help but pray to God continuously in his heart, and his boss really blessed him, and nothing happened to him.
"Hurry! Hurry up! Go into the woods."
At the place where the water flow eased slightly, the soaked Yang beckoned everyone to come ashore. The pagans must have sent many pursuers, and they must leave this conspicuous river immediately.
Everyone subconsciously disobeyed Yang's order. It was Yang who had organized the large prison escape group during that time. Everyone obeyed me. Xiaojia quickly followed and ran out of the woods by the river.
What Guoyang didn't expect was that the pursuers came too slowly.
Just ten minutes before we rushed into the forest, a sound of horse hooves sounded in front of us. When Yang looked back, he found that they were nomadic cavalry from Cao Jian Yuanke.
The cavalry were wrapped in furs and wore fur hats with cuffs, holding short axes and spears in their hands. Some of them were drawing their bows and firing arrows, while shouting war cries that we all understood.
A perfect image of a barbarian.
"Damn it, why is it so slow? This guy died at the right time. Now that I have that group of herdsmen, I will be able to cooperate with anyone."
Suzdak is where these steppe nomads who immigrated to Northeast Rus gather, and Suzdak itself is our fortress. Varu rules here, and I am the leader of a few nomads.
But I was not dead yet, and my body was sent back to my wife and children from the Bulgar rear lines some time later.
Yang heard the news in a well-known large market. At that time, I was lamenting that the chaos in the northwest would deepen, and these nomads who had restrained would go even further. As a result, I thought that we would directly collude with the infidels.
together.
What I know is that it was not the nomads and the pagans who colluded together, but the pagans' promise of plunder that enabled us to obtain some nomadic soldiers.
As for why those people came so slowly, Yang only found out a few days ago that it was because of our bad luck. It turned out that this river was the place where we were handed over to another escort team. It was not like the horseback riders I saw out of the corner of my eye.
The nomadic cavalry arrived just as the riot had just been suppressed. Before we knew the situation, we naturally ended the pursuit along the river and chased back the escaped slaves.
It was possible to chase down the slave infantry who fled under the water, but the cavalry could not, so we were chased down.
Yang watched as his companion running behind him was shot down by an arrow. Then I quickly raised my head, and another arrow passed under my scalp.
Mayor Torzor cursed with all his heart, if his subordinates didn't even have a weapon, I would be in such a mess.
I can't do that again, Yang said to himself in his heart. At that time, I saw another companion being shot to death. If we go up like that, we will definitely be finished. What accompanied my thoughts were screams. No one was there.
We caught the lasso. After all, how could a man outrun a horse? If it was because of the normal terrain outside the forest, we would have been chased long ago.
Yang's eyes swept around, and finally I found an opportunity to escape from the embarrassing situation, which was a thick bush.
Mayor Torzor was determined and rushed away. While rushing through the bushes and letting them cover his tracks, Yang suddenly felt that his feet were empty, and then I fell heavily to the ground.
Fortunately, I landed on my butt immediately, and the fat under my butt relieved a small part of the impact. I suppressed the pain and did not scream out, because I knew I would be dead if I screamed.
And then unconsciously, Yang lay down on the slope that made him step into the air, hiding his body as much as possible.
Just below, screams and the sound of galloping horses sounded. Yang prayed in his heart, praying that he would definitely be discovered.
It seemed that the Emperor heard my prayers. These voices were getting farther and farther away from me, which made me breathe a sigh of relief. But just when I thought that things would pass like that, I suddenly heard the roar of a war horse above me.
respite.
Yang raised his head slightly and saw a nomadic cavalry patrolling the surroundings. I had a scimitar on my waist. Other nomadic cavalrymen like me had that.
The nomad was wondering, even though I was chasing this prey so closely, why did this man suddenly disappear?
Seeing this person walking for a long time, Yang quickly made a decision in his heart. I needed something that could make me run slower.
And more importantly, there were no ornate carvings under the scabbard of this man's scimitar, which gave Yang a desire. As a warrior, I am very eager for weapons, and now the opportunity is right in front of me.
Mayor Torzor picked up a stone from the ground and recited the numbers in his mind.
But when the first number was recited, Yang rushed down fiercely. This person obviously didn't expect that someone would suddenly rush out from him. He was caught off guard and quickly reached out to draw the knife. How could Yang give me that?
The opportunity was knocked down with a stone.
The stone hit the nomad's head, causing me to fall down. The war horse was frightened and neighed several times. Yang quickly comforted the war horse and at the same time gave the guy on the ground a kick, who was holding his bleeding head and trying to get up.
Continue to faint.
Then I picked up the scimitar from the ground, and with this blow, the man dropped the scimitar and the scabbard. What surprised Yang was that it took me very little effort to remove the scimitar.
The knife was pulled out of the scabbard.
Before pulling it out, Yang looked at the scimitar and touched it under his hand. I could tell that the blade was wrong, but why was it embroidered like that?
"Damn it, half of it was stolen from somewhere. Barbarians only know how to waste good things, and they haven't even polished them."
Yang cursed in his mouth, and then I used the rusty machete to slash the throat of the underground nomad. Although the blade was rusty, it still completed its task perfectly and successfully slit the throat.
Then the blood flowed out continuously.
But Yang was still very satisfied, and his eyes were filled with disgust when he looked at the scimitar. Even the rotten knife I found for disguise was not so poorly maintained and in such bad condition.
Then Yang finished groping under the dead man and didn't worry at all that there were no enemies around. This was because if there were no enemies, we would have fought out long ago.
The journey ahead is still very long. I need to walk a long way and collect all possible supplies.
It's a pity that the nomad had something useless under his body. Apart from the 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 comforts himself in his heart.
Before Complex counted the proceeds under the corpse and saddle, Yang picked up the man's hat from the ground and put it on his head. Combined with the filth underneath, I looked like a nomad.
Then Yang made a complicated judgment on the direction, and then I headed straight back to the south. I needed to reach Torzhore as soon as possible, gather the forces outside, and then go to Moscow to nip the pagan secret chess in the bud.