At that moment, Zhao Min also looked toward Song Qingshu. Clearly, she had thought of the same thing and likewise grew suspicious of Yelü Yixin. But they were in the midst of fleeing, and even if they had their suspicions, there was nothing they could do for now.
Before long, the group arrived at a horse farm. The ranch guards were utterly unprepared for the sudden intruders and had no time to organize any resistance before Song Qingshu and the others quickly took control.
After acquiring the warhorses, Song Qingshu led both men and horses back to where they had parted ways earlier. Fortunately, Yelü Qi and his clansmen were all skilled horse trainers. Otherwise, with so many extra horses appearing at once, Song Qingshu truly would not have known where to begin.
They erased the hoofprints from when they had too few horses, then left behind the tracks of a large number of horses heading north. Seeing the grave expressions on many faces in the group, their eyes filled with confusion and fear, Song Qingshu knew they could not simply keep fleeing like this. Otherwise, they would easily be hunted down and routed. Once morale collapsed, it would become a full-scale rout.
In his previous life, Taizu had been able to lead his army through four crossings of the Chishui River while surrounded and pursued by hundreds of thousands of enemies without his troops collapsing because he had implemented the political commissar system. The army had spiritual faith, and its cohesion far exceeded that of ordinary forces. But this hastily assembled group clearly did not possess such conditions.
If there were no conditions, then he would create them. Just then, scouts reported that the vanguard of the pursuing troops was already close. Song Qingshu ordered the army to lie