Finally, Shen Rong broke out of the encirclement, and his horse called 'Hua'er' also rushed to the front of him with his shouting, and he jumped on the horse, and the horse did not wait for the master's order, and the hind hooves kicked the ground and suddenly rose into the air, avoiding the two spears that swept over, and went out six or seven open. Shen Rong only listened to the swishing sound of the strong bow and crossbow behind him, and the arrows shot straight to his back, and the 'flower' was like a gallop, spreading its four hooves and running wildly, and the crossbow arrows shot behind him were a foot away from Shen Rong's back, but they couldn't get half a foot closer, and they gradually fell to the ground one by one. The horse carried Shen Rong's four hooves as if it was in the air, and it was far away in a blink of an eye.

As soon as the tea was done, the horse galloped to the top of the dirt mountain, and Shen Rong's body shook a few times and almost fell off the horse. He relented, slowly dismounted and sat on the ground. The blood on his body was like washing and had stained the horse's back red, and he also suffered several knife wounds, although the blood was not serious, but it kept flowing, so that his physical strength was exhausted and he was dizzy. He had to stop the bleeding and bandage quickly, Wanyan Honglu's personal guards would not just let him go, and the pursuers might arrive immediately. He gently stroked the neck of 'Hua'er', "Good girl, I will count on you for a while! After this catastrophe, let you rest!" This is far away, between the glimmer of dawn, a large group of horses galloping forward, the loess flying in an instant, covering the light, the noisy sound of horses' hooves falling to the ground gradually became clear.

Shen Rong took a deep breath, jumped onto the horse, and as soon as he pulled the reins, the horse turned its hooves and galloped wildly. He secretly thought: It's really fast, this Tartar iron cavalry is really powerful, and the non-Central Plains army can match it. If the battle just now hadn't been hand-to-hand combat, he would have been lucky enough to get out, and if he had opened the fight, he would have suffered an accident. How could an army of thousands of horses and horses match the enemy with its own strength, and martial arts are of no use at all at this time.

Fortunately, his horse is a good horse, one in a thousand miles. Between the chase and the run, having a good horse is simply too important. Such a horse may allow the owner to gain more precious breathing time, but it will also make the other party even more tired.

Day by day has gradually set west, almost a day of wild galloping, Shen Rong's horse is a little strong, he took off a water bladder, distressed to feed the horse to drink almost 100 million water bladder water, he just drank the rest of the little bit. He looked at the sun and felt that no matter how fast the Tartar horse was, it would be impossible for him to come within twenty miles. He decided to rest on the spot and then kill the rifle. He took a large piece of dry biscuit from his harness, and carefully broke it one by one to feed the horse, and at this time he would rather starve and thirst than let his horse suffer the slightest grievance. From time to time, 'Hua'er' threw her tail on Shen Rong, as if she was coquettish with her master, and as if she knew what her master was going to do in a while, she chewed every piece of corn tortilla very carefully before swallowing it.

In the middle of the night, the wind is strong and the night sky is shrouded in thick dark clouds, and a snowstorm is about to come at any moment. Shen Rong lurked in the grass twenty zhang away, waiting for the Tartars to strike a blow when they were sleepy. His 'flower' lay in the grass not far behind him, and the horse was familiar with such a situation, and found a place to lie down without being told by his master.

Although the Tartar iron cavalry has been in battle for a long time, they have long been exhausted under the constant pursuit of this day. Some of the people who had just buried themselves in the pot to cook were already asleep, and the rest were tired. Shen Rong lowered his body and leaned over silently, the flying sword in his hand flew out continuously, and the blood light appeared at the place where the sword passed, but he didn't hear the screams. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen people fell to the ground heavily, and he whistled again, and between the Tartars screaming and cursing, he got on horseback and drove away, followed by a long line of Tartar iron horses chasing madly.

Shen Rong ran and stopped without leaving, deliberately letting the Tartars see his traces, intentionally or unintentionally leading them into the boundless barren land of the Gobi. He remembered every waterhole, puddle, and even a few of the artemisia grass there, and the lives of his horses were just as important. He's going to slaughter all these bloodthirsty beasts in this place.

More than ten days passed in a flash, and Shen Rong either suddenly appeared like a ghost in the dark night and killed them by surprise, or went behind the Tartars to kill a few more who fell behind one after another. When they went deep into the hinterland of the Gobi and did not distinguish between east and west, north and south, and woke up, it was impossible to return. They were hungry and thirsty, and they were digging their own graves, slaughtering horses to satisfy their hunger. War horses are like their feet, their legs, and even their lives. People living in the grassland have been inseparable from horses since childhood, so there is no one who does not cherish horses, and the act of killing war horses is actually not much different from self-defeating, which contrasts the hopelessness of life from the other side.

Shen Rong has almost reached the limit, he has infinite pity to see his horse tired, many times I want to rest for a day today, my 'flowers' can be tired. But then I thought about it, and if I rested for a day, the Tartars would get a day's respite, and wouldn't my 'flowers' be even more tired at that time. Every time I think about this, I force myself to be ruthless. His horse seemed to know that this was the moment when his master needed him the most, and he mustered up his spirit to gallop back and forth. 'Flower' is a good horse, how can the war horse of the Tartar compare with it, in this game of chasing, Shen Rong can always get more respite. This is also the reason why he can have the upper hand on his own.

Shen Rong looked at his beloved horse with infinite pity, lowered his head and panted to nibble on the few grass roots next to the puddle. This puddle was still watery two months ago, and now it is dry and only some cold wet mud remains. Shen Rong dug out the wet mud and baked it on the fire with a cloth to see if he could seep out some water for the 'flowers' to quench their thirst. There is only half a pocket of water left in the water bladder, which can only be used when saving lives. He carefully brought the little bowl of muddy water that had oozed out of it to the mouth of the 'flower' in a wolf's skin, and when he saw his horse add to the wet skin, his heart was sour, and he wanted to get the water bladder so that it could drink it happily, but he held back, and turned his head and did not dare to look at it again. 'Flower' stomped over to him and rubbed her face against his shoulder. Coquettish like a big girl.。

Most of the places where there was water had dried up, which he had not expected, and the fact that the blizzard did not fall that day may have been the cause of the drying up of these water sources. There was only one place left where there might be water, and he decided to go there overnight tonight, and the Tartars would let them fend for themselves first! Shen Rong had to ensure the absolute safety of himself and the 'flowers'. He broke the last piece of tortilla in half and brought it to Flower's mouth......