"Northwest?"
Hong Xiangjun paused.
Dong Huiying said, "Let's go, let's chase him."
"Mm!"
***
Hong Wenbin's luck wasn't very good.
Although the forces of the third and fourth leaders had suffered heavy losses, the remaining ones had split into several groups to pursue him, and although the forces of the second leader were merely putting on a show, they still trailed far behind.
He rode on the horse, looked back, and saw approximately dozens of people.
His heart tightened, and because he wore handcuffs and shackles, he couldn't spread his legs, making it inconvenient to move; he couldn't sit up straight but had to lie sideways on the horse.
Thus, the distance between them was steadily decreasing.
Suddenly, a whoosh sound rang out, and an arrow shot toward him. In his panic, he rolled to the side and fell off the horse.
When he climbed out of the sand, he looked coldly at the pursuers, knowing in his heart that this time, his chances were slim.
