Fortunately, Quintus had been planning for this day for a long time. The people along the way were prepared to provide assistance, and Kulin's guards were galloping on horses with all their might to gain some distance.
At this point, the group had already reached the vicinity of Provence. Not far ahead was a large river, and behind them appeared the figures of hundreds of pursuers. If they were caught at this time, Kulin's men might not be able to escape.
The carriage had long been abandoned.
The Roman noblewomen still had some skills. Empress Lysiniya and the two princesses could all ride horses, but their riding skills were not proficient. The bumpy journey made the three pampered women feel a bit nauseated.
"Get them across the river first!"
Kulin turned to glance at the approaching pursuers in the distance, wiped the blood off his face, and said to his personal guards beside him, "Gaul Warriors, follow me!"
They had engaged in combat not long ago.
