Why do I have so many masters?

The Iron Cavalry rushing forth.

The knights on horseback wore dark blue armor, shimmering with a cold light.

The hooves wrapped in horseshoes pounded the ground, dust exploding, producing a muffled sound akin to Rushing Thunder, the sound of Rushing Thunder swiftly approaching, getting closer and closer, then accompanied by an arrow rain covering the sky, the leading Cavalry General thrust the lance forward utilizing the momentum of the horse.

There was a soft squelch, piercing through the chest.

A sharp pain emerged intensely.

"Ah!"

Lv Guanhong suddenly opened his eyes, his face pale, eyes filled with fear, and only after dozens of breaths did he slowly come to realize, his rigid body softened, murmuring:

"It's a dream..."

A cold voice came from beside:

"You woke up?"

Lv Guanhong turned his head to look, discovering the sky was already faintly bright, the young man from Great Qin, who claimed to be a doctor, was leaning against the back of a large rock, slowly rolling up the white cloth used for bandaging wounds, securing it, against the morning light, only a silhouette with golden edges could be seen.

A strong smell of medicine, along with the same scent of blood.

Lv Guanhong couldn't help but ponder in his heart, this fellow clearly did not bring any packages, there weren't many things on that red horse, yet for several days now, there's been medicine powder and such things? Where did he get it from?

He quickly sighed again.

At this moment, the two of them were like grasshoppers on the same rope, how could he care where the man got his supplies, the more supplies, the better, the richer, the better he wished.

He didn't even know why he foolishly pursued that day, then discovered the Great Qin doctor who seemed invincible earlier was now gravely wounded, terrifyingly so.

If it were another person, he'd believe they were dead.

But this Great Qin doctor was indeed a doctor, with high martial arts skills, his injuries stabilized quickly, yet soon enough they began to face pursuit, initially, it was only Jianghu people, even low-level ones.

Riff-raff, desperadoes.

Miserable lot.

Just relying on his steed could deal with them swiftly and cleanly.

Then came the Jianghu people with high skills.

After that, it was the military, maybe because this doctor had once single-handedly broken through the elite city defense forces, every appearance of the army numbered no less than a thousand men.

A thousand men could form an array.

They promptly shifted via the back of the city that time.

Afterwards, for a month nearly every day involved at least one battle, every martial artist seemed filled with hostility and vigilance against them, after numerous fierce battles, the man's wounds hadn't healed cleanly before breaking open again.

A month, almost a hundred battles.

Two men, a tiger, and a horse, traversed the entire Parthian Empire.

If it weren't for this Great Qin doctor consistently finding food and supplies, they would've long been surrounded and dead, but, as the horse hoof marks grew more dense around them, and signs of Jianghu activity, Lv Guanhong's heart kept sinking.

He had lived over seventy years.

No matter how unrestrained he normally was, he wouldn't be completely blind to this situation.

He felt as though trapped in an iron prison filled with spikes, this prison still constricting, once it narrowed enough, they'd be forced to confront those chasing soldiers directly.

This was extremely disadvantageous.

Especially in Parthia where most of the country is desert, the army forming arrays ahead, there's simply no way to resist, only flee miserably, fleeing is possible, but their stamina is limited, how many times can they escape?

Even successfully shaking off pursuit each time, their injuries keep worsening, strength, Inner Strength, are all nearing complete depletion, a collapse will inevitably happen.

It's like the predatory circle of wolves on the desert.

Will they die...

Lv Guanhong sighed softly.

This time, he was not so terrified, he always said he was seasoned in the storms and battles of Jianghu, yet never thought the experiences of past decades didn't compare to this month's ordeals, his mind wandered groundlessly thinking—

Three days, or five days?

Moving large armies takes time, but with Jianghu people continuously encircling and sniping, it buys the army plenty of maneuvering time.

He's a man of Myriad Beast Valley.

Already faintly sensing the signs of large horse herds emerging.

No way could there be any wild horse herds now?

There's only one explanation.

Even King Balman mobilized his cavalry.

A move to kill chickens as warning to monkeys?

Lv Guanhong shook his head, forcing himself back to reality, raising a hand to pat his cheek, looking at Wang Anfeng, forcing a smile, saying:

"How are you?"

"The wounds have stabilized, but still somewhat affecting me, during this time, why not find a place to rest for a bit?"

"I remember there's an oasis ahead, a very small oasis, there should only be one village there, I have a friend there, let's go ask for a cup of hot water to warm up, a full meal, just..."

He instinctively wanted to joke about dying a hungry ghost, but realized it's inappropriate, stopping himself promptly.

Wang Anfeng glanced sideways toward the distance, estimating internally that they were deep in Parthian territory, nodded, stood up, saying:

"Let's go."