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Sure enough, it was just as they had guessed before.

Just a few days after leaving the mountains, he encountered several groups of pursuers, including Uighur soldiers and assassins from the Wu Dynasty.

Moreover, the closer they got to Yanmen Pass, the more frequent they were chased and intercepted.

Almost all of them fought to the death, trying to intercept the three of them in the Uighur territory and bury them in the endless wilderness.

This was the case now, they had just experienced a bloody and fierce battle.

Although they all killed their opponents in the end, all three of them suffered some injuries, some minor and some serious.

Moreover, two of the horses under his crotch were already injured. Some had their intestines pierced, while others had their legs cut off. They were in a desperate situation.

Only Xiaohong, who looked like a monkey, was left, still jumping around and kicking and stomping.

"Brother Gao." Su Qin pulled out the arrow from his left shoulder, threw it on the ground, and then, after applying a layer of medicine powder with a grin, he continued to speak under Gao Chongwen's puzzled gaze:

"We are still several hundred miles away from Yanmen Pass. Why don't you ride Xiaohong and take the things with you and go separately, while Lord Ling and I will attract the attention of the pursuers."

At present, Gao Chongwen's injuries are the least serious, with only some scratches and his movements are not restricted.

In the melee just now, both he and Ling Qi were hit by an arrow.

Although his life would not be in danger, he would inevitably become a burden if he continued to follow him.

It would be better to take a gamble and first cover Gao Chongwen's escape, and then find a way to transfer the firepower to the two of them.

This way, our chances of winning will be greater, and it won't delay the important matters entrusted by Princess Yucheng.

You know, the situation in Chang'an changes rapidly. If you send him back a moment earlier, things will be different.

"If that's the case..." Gao Chongwen subconsciously wanted to refuse.

There have been endless people chasing them these days, and each wave has higher strength than the last. Even when the three of them fought back together, they could only barely win.

What's more, there were only two of them left, and both were injured.

"He's right." Ling Qi on the side raised his head expressionlessly.

He was shot in the left upper arm by the arrow, which had now been pulled out, and was being used to stop the bleeding with medicinal powder he had found on the Uighurs.

"This matter concerns the safety of Chang'an and even the whole country. Which is more important?"

"Yes, at worst we still have Mount Utrecht." Su Qin pointed to the tall mountains stretching for thousands of miles behind him and smiled.

Afterwards, Su Qinchao took out the map and together with Ling Qi, he replanned the return route for Gao Chongwen.

They planned to walk a little further, one in the light and the other in the dark, and then go their separate ways after they passed the most dangerous Gouzhu Mountain.

...

"How are you?" When Ling Qi dragged his injured leg and tried his best to kill the last Uighur master, he was about to turn around and ask Su Qinchao.

But he found that the person who had been fighting fiercely behind him had stopped moving at some point.

"Su Qinchao!" Ling Qi threw away the broken sword in his hand and half-crawled over.

Su Qinchao had his eyes tightly closed, and a dead Uighur was strangled in the crook of his left arm.

He held his spear loosely in his right hand, his life or death unknown, his face pale, and he was half lying under a thin poplar tree.

There was a two-inch long dagger stuck in his chest and he was covered in blood. Ling Qi was so angry just looking at him.

"Su Qinchao!" Ling Qi called out softly, his fingers trembling as he tried to check his breathing.

After trying several times, I finally felt a few faint breaths.

Then he pulled the Uighur corpse away and threw it aside, then carefully helped Su Qinchao lie down flat.

Then he slowly cut open his clothes and checked his injuries.

This wound should be the counterattack of the Uighur corpse when he was about to die, so the stab was not deep.

Just now, he was on the verge of collapse with just the slightest push, not to mention his heart pulse which was still half an inch below.

"Huh~" Ling Qi carefully pulled out the dagger, and was slightly relieved when he saw that not much blood was flowing out.

Then he took out the secret palace medicine that he had kept close to his body and was reluctant to use, and applied it carefully and thickly on the affected area.

He then tore off a piece of his shirt and carefully wrapped the wound.