Spring comes to the desperate place

Chapter 191 Pursuit

The village chief has already counted the number of people with the garrison. The entire village has a total of 73 households and 327 people. Excluding those who are not in the village, there are only 211 people left. This is the result after all the children are included. It can be said that more than 100 people died in their village that night, and one-third of the population was lost in an instant.

"Our village is the closest to Moon Mountain. When the Tatars arrived, the young men in our village went to light the beacon fire. I hope the situation in other villages will be better."

After Song Chunlin returned the child to his sister, he walked over with a cold face.

"The Tatars haven't run far yet. I can still catch up with them with my speed. Do you want to go with us?" The latter sentence was said to Gu Fengyue.

The commander of the garrison heard that he was going to chase the Tatars, and immediately stopped him: "Young Master, do you know what it means to not chase a desperate enemy? Our top priority now is to deal with these things in front of us first. Besides, the Tatars are clearly well prepared, and who knows if they have any tricks up their sleeves."

Although the commander knew that Song Chunlin was the archer, in his stereotype, archers were not good at close combat. Moreover, looking at Song Chunlin's delicate skin and tender flesh, he did not seem to be able to fight in close combat. If something happened to the other party, he would not be able to explain to Gu Fengyue.

But Gu Fengyue trusted Song Chunlin very much. He didn't waste any time and directly pulled Song Chunlin to find his horse. The two of them got on the horses in front of the stunned commander and then disappeared into the night.

There was less than an hour left until dawn, so they had to ride as fast as they could to kill the Tatars before they escaped back to the grassland.

Gu Fengyue figured out the direction and ran towards the road closest to the grassland.

At this time, Song Chunlin's mental power had tracked down the Tatars. This group of barbarians had just gathered together. Each of their horses had a large amount of goods tied to it, and there was even a long list of women and children who were tied up and dragged away.

Seeing those people treating the people of Dajing like livestock, Song Chunlin was furious and snorted coldly: "Since you are here, don't even think about leaving!"

The mental pressure of top-level psychics is very terrifying, not to mention that these are just ordinary people who don't even have superpowers. When Song Chunlin was furious, the effect of the mental pressure doubled, and it actually scared these people to their knees, unable to move.

"What's going on? Get up, um..." The Tatar general was thrown off his horse's back by his weak-legged horse. Song Chunlin's mental pressure did not distinguish between friend and foe. Not only the people, but even the horses were trembling with fear.

The general got up and wanted to say something, but when he saw that everyone around him was in this state, an inexplicable fear gradually surged in his heart.

"What happened to us? Is this a punishment from God? No, it's impossible. What crime have I committed? I am not guilty!" The man tried to get up again. This time he finally managed to stand firmly, but his body was shaking violently.

People around also stood up one after another, the trembling feeling just now still lingering in their bodies. No one knew what had happened, they just looked around in horror.

But there was no moon tonight, and it was pitch black. None of them could see what was in the darkness.

The crowd managed to stand still and were about to say something when suddenly the soil on the ground churned and vines as thick as arms broke out of the ground and quickly wrapped around their necks. The vines were so strong that the men could not break free at all and soon their necks were broken and they died.

Song Chunlin and Gu Fengyue had already arrived at this time. They could hear the terrified cries of the barbarians from afar. Song Chunlin could not understand their language, but he could guess what they meant.

The people of Dajing who were tied together were also huddled tightly together. They couldn't see clearly what these barbarians were doing, but judging from the screams and the sounds of broken bones, it was definitely not a good thing.

A young man was squeezed in the middle. His night vision was good and he could vaguely see that those people were strangled to death by something like a tentacle. At first he thought it was a snake, but then he thought, how could a snake not spit out its tongue?

Just as he was thinking about what that was, a sound of breaking air brushed past his ears, and a feather arrow accurately hit a barbarian not far from them.

The young man opened his mouth wide, but before he could even scream, another feather arrow streaked through the night sky and shot towards the barbarians.

With the addition of Song Chunlin's vines, this place has become Song Chunlin's home court. Gu Fengyue is only responsible for finding time to give those Tatars another blow.

Because they had just been hit by Song Chunlin's mental pressure, these people were still weak in their hands and feet. Gu Fengyue killed them like chopping melons and vegetables, killing them one by one, feeling very refreshed.

Seeing that the situation had been brought under control, Song Chunlin finally had the leisure to pick up a knife from the ground and cut the ropes on those people's hands.

"Don't be afraid, we are from Dajing."

Hearing that it was one of their own, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but then Song Chunlin casually handed a knife to a guy next to him.

The guy was a little at a loss holding the knife, and the Tatar knife was a bit heavy. As a guy, he was less strong than an ordinary man, so it was a bit difficult for him to hold it.

Song Chunlin pointed at the bodies of the Tatars on the ground and said to them, "Go, pick up their knives, kill them, and return all the humiliation they have imposed on you."

As if they had not expected Song Chunlin to say this, the guy with the knife and the others behind him were stunned.

Song Chunlin noticed their fear, but the most direct way to eliminate fear was to face it and then defeat it.

Song Chunlin casually summoned a vine with a Tatar wrapped on it. He walked to the brother holding the knife, held his hand, and taught him in a stern manner.

"Like this, cut the side of his neck. See that place that's throbbing? That's the aorta. Cut there. Even a god can't save him."

After saying that, Song Chunlin grabbed the guy's hand and slashed him hard with the knife. Blood gushed out of the Tatar's neck. He was thrown to the ground and struggled for a few times before he died.

Song Chunlin whispered in the boy's ear: "Did you see clearly? I will only teach you this time. Go ahead, pick up the knife, think about your family, think about yourself. If you can't become stronger, you will only be humiliated in vain. Even if you die today, you must kill your enemy with your own hands before you die."

Song Chunlin's words were sonorous and powerful, and they also added spiritual hints. With the encouragement of these words, someone immediately responded, picked up a Tatar's knife from the ground at random, and then walked towards the Tatars who were entangled by vines with a determined look.