Pickup trucks, off-road vehicles, horses, a few hundred men and a few hundred guns were mobilised on the dirt roads, just to go after two people. A woman was right in the lead of the pursuers - Dayetia. She was, undoubtedly, the most anxious out of all these hundreds of pursuers since Szlamy had taken her horse. The horse was actually not important - what was important was that the sword of Attila was among the luggage her horse was carrying!

It looked like a case of trying to gain an advantage and ending up worse off for Dayetia. She would like nothing more than to chop Szlamy’s head off!

Xia Lei and Szlamy had a few minutes’ headstart so they were able to maintain a distance of about one kilometre between themselves and their pursuers. 

“Nicely done. I was going to tell you to take Dayetia’s horse but you did it without me reminding you.” Xia Lei spoke loudly as they galloped. 

Szlamy chuckled. “I’ve always been smart!”

Xia Lei felt like this was rather embarrassing for her to say so. 

“Uphill!” Szlamy directed her...