Hearing his words, Yelü Qi and the others instinctively had their doubts. It was simply too far beyond their military common sense. But on second thought, Song Qingshu had always been someone who created miracles. Summoning thunder and lightning on the battlefield, ascending to the heavens in the Lin'an imperial palace to pray for rain—none of that could be explained by common sense. Moreover, they had just witnessed him on the battlefield, like a demon god descended upon the world. One by one, they instinctively believed him.
"Lend me your gyrfalcon. I'll use it to pass information to you when the time comes." Song Qingshu looked at the magnificent gyrfalcon perched on Yelü Qi's shoulder and could not help but marvel. This thing flew far faster than pigeons, and unlike pigeons, it would not be caught by predators along the way. It flew high and fast, making it difficult even for human archers to harm it. It was practically the ideal tool for relaying information. Its only flaw was that it could not be bred in large numbers like carrier pigeons, but it was perfect for special operations.
Yelü Qi seemed to have guessed his plan. "You're going to personally scout the pursuers behind us?"
"That's right." Song Qingshu nodded. In this world, armies marched far more slowly than martial artists could travel using qinggong. But for most experts, running at full speed for more than two hours would leave them gasping for breath, unlike horses, whose endurance lasted much longer. Furthermore, cavalrymen often had several horses to switch between, allowing them to maintain a relatively steady speed as they galloped onward. Thus, in most cases, martial artists could outrun cavalry at first, but once their internal energy ran dry, the cavalry would easily overtake them, leaving them powerless to