"Whoosh!"
An arrow swept past Zhang Yang's side. He did not even look back, merely keeping himself as low as possible while urging the horse onward.
He had been discovered not long after mounting the Prairie Hunter Horse and setting off, because he had not gotten far from the battlefield in the first place.
The north-south ditch was less than three hundred meters long, which was why he had encountered that Gatu Nomad.
The other man had merely intended to circle around and intercept the fleeing soldiers ahead, only to run into the unlucky Zhang Yang.
Now, two Gatu Raiders had abandoned the fleeing soldiers and were steadily closing in.
Perhaps the only thing worth celebrating was that three Gatu Lancers were hot on the heels of the Knight Squire named Roan. As for the other one—
He was probably dead. Then one of the Gatu Lancers had died as well. That was the cruelty of a face-to-face clash between lances.
"Whoosh!"
Another arrow flew over, missing him by only a dozen centimeters. This meant his pursuers were drawing closer and closer.
But Zhang Yang was not worried in the slightest, because he could already see the walls of Paine Town ahead and faintly hear the sound of a horn.
He pulled the horse to the left and charged into a lush green wheat field. He was avoiding the three Gatu Lancers ahead. Zhang Yang spared no thought for the horse's strength, driving it into a mad sprint. Life and death would be decided within these two minutes.
Sure enough, less than half a minute later, the three Gatu Lancers abandoned the pursuit and turned their horses around. These Gatu units came and went like the wind and were extremely vigilant. Whenever anything seemed amiss, they immediately fled into the