A group of robbers saw that they were rushed out by Corleone and others, and they were immediately anxious to chase forward, but unfortunately the terrain was complicated, and they did not have any advantage in speed, and they could not catch up with the fleeing people in front of them.

"Stop chasing!" Seeing this, the white-eyed Mosto immediately opened his mouth to stop the pursuing robbers, looked at the direction in which Corleone and the others fled with a gloomy face, and said slowly: "Most of them are injured and can't escape." Just send men to follow them, and we will first go back to the camp and ride our horses, and then go in pursuit. ”

Then, with a wave of his hand, four or five of the robbers ran forward and fell behind Corleone's team, while the others followed White-Eyed Mostto in the other direction.

They set up a makeshift camp two kilometers away, with twenty robbers left behind and all the horses.

Two kilometers was not a long distance, and it was only a matter of time before they got up to Corleone with a huge increase in speed after they got on horseback.

Soon none of the robbers were left, and dozens of corpses were scattered in the woods. There were only a dozen or so of them on the bandits' side, and the remaining nearly fifty or so were followers of Corleone.

After all, most of the robbers have good combat experience, and while attacking each other on the battlefield, they can also take care of protecting themselves, so many of them are injured but not killed.

The followers have little experience, they all rush forward with their blood, or the besieged side, and it is normal to have such a battle loss ratio.

Pity them for coming behind Corleone with a dream, and they had just taken a step before they gave up their lives.

As for those who have escaped for the time being, they are not out of danger yet.

Owen ran wildly with Corleone on his back, the blood flowing from his body pulled a long line of blood on the road, sweat mixed with blood from his soaked shirt, and people couldn't help but suspect that he would fall for his life in the next moment.

Corleone didn't want to be taken care of like this, and it was just when he was fighting, and now he was safe for the time being, and he immediately offered to let Owen let him go.

However, Owen did not answer, but just buried his head and ran forward, as if there was infinite strength and endless blood in his body, and he would not stop even if he ran to death.

Even now, Corleone couldn't help but admire the villagers from this small village, and he knew that if it weren't for Owen, he would have become a corpse by now.

The followers who followed behind them were blindly following Owen's footsteps, and after the dangerous battle just now, their minds were already very confused, and now they were all relying on one breath to support.

Once Corleone and Owen stopped, they probably wouldn't be able to hold it out.

Many of them had wounds on their bodies, and one person even had half of his ears cut off, leaving only half of the skin still attached to his head, and it looked like it would fall off the next moment. Being cut to this part shows how dangerous it is in battle.

He covered his ears with his hands along the way, and every now and then let out a cry of pain, tears already rolling in his eyes.

After all, he was still a group of fledgling young men, and at the moment he was urged to hurry by the fear of death, otherwise he would have fallen to his knees and wailed.

"Hold on, everybody, there is a small town ten kilometers ahead, where there is a local garrison. As soon as we entered the city, these robbers did not dare to chase them down, and then we would be safe. ”

Corleone shouted loudly in front of him, what he needed most now was persistence, and only by persevering could he escape.

He didn't believe that the robbers would just let them go, Corleone's gaze was slightly higher than the group, and looking behind him from his position, he could see that there were always several bandits hanging behind them, these robbers were obviously the spies of the other party, and it would not be long before a large group of men and horses would kill them.

Hearing Corleone's words, the morale of the team was obviously boosted, and the speed of moving forward also increased. People are most afraid of no hope, once there is hope, even if it is a desperate situation, there is a possibility of escape.

Corleone's mouth was a little bitter, he knew that there would be pursuers, but about the town, he lied. The so-called small town did exist, but the real distance was not ten kilometers as he claimed, but thirteen kilometers.

In normal times, the difference of three to five kilometers is nothing, but right now, the last three kilometers could become a desperate place for all of them.

Because the physical fitness of the people in the team is uneven, the overall speed cannot be improved at all, and the most optimistic estimate is that it will take a full hour to cover the last thirteen kilometers.

But will the robbers give them an hour? Obviously, this is simply not possible.

Corleone frowned and closed his eyes, he was racking his brain to think of a strategy, and if there was no one foolproof solution, all of them would have to die here.

"It's a pity that the war horse was lost in the previous war, otherwise, let a person ride a horse to the city to report the news first, and let the town defenders send troops to support, then the chances of survival will be greatly improved." Corleone lowered his head and muttered, thinking of his overturned warhorse, Corleone's respect for Owen was three points more.

He looked down at the silent Owen, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he said to Owen: "Owen, you put me down first, I have a task to give you." ”

Hearing that Corleone had a task to explain, Owen frowned, and finally stopped and put Corleone on the ground.

The two followers next to him, who were not very injured, immediately stepped forward, and one of them held Corleone's body on the side.

"Owen." Corleone looked at the strong man in front of him with burning eyes, and said, "I order you to break away from the group now, and go to the small town in front of you at full speed, and ask the local defenders to send troops to meet us." This is my token, I will give it to you, you show it like those defenders, and they will listen to you. ”

With that, Corleone placed a gold seal in Owen's hand. This gold seal was given to Corleone by Eugen at the beginning, and it represents a noble status.

The strong man from the countryside stared blankly at the gold seal in his hand, as if he didn't understand what Corleone meant.

"Hurry up, Owen. All of our lives are in your hands, and the sooner you bring people to support us, the more life we will have. Corleone said solemnly, and now all he could count on was the strong man in front of him.

Owen seemed to come back to his senses suddenly, as soon as he grasped the golden seal in his hand, nodded solemnly to Corleone, and spread his legs and ran forward.

Owen, who had carried Corleone on his back before, could run as fast as everyone else, but now that he put down Corleone on his back, Owen rushed forward like a fierce bison, and soon disappeared.