The knight following Xu Jin was his confidant, and his skills were even more outstanding. As soon as the sound of arrows whizzing in the air started, he hid in a stirrup and curled up on the side of his horse to avoid the arrows.
However, a heavy snake bone arrow flew diagonally and pierced the war horse's eye socket. The arrow cluster penetrated straight into the brain, and the thick arrow shaft completely blew out the war horse's eyeball.
The horse whined, jerked its neck, and fell to its knees with its front hooves. The man clinging to the side of the horse suddenly flew out from the front and crashed into a patch of reeds.
Xu Jin's side was also grazed by an arrow, causing a long wound. Blood instantly dyed half of the saddle red. His horse was also hit by an arrow, and its hind legs were already limping, obviously unable to hold up.
Fortunately, the rider's reins were still around the pommel bridge posts. He quickly untied the reins and jumped off the horse with all his strength. At this time, the original mount could no longer run. He held on to the saddle and staggered for a few steps. Then he jumped on the horse and whipped his whip repeatedly.
The horse neighed and suddenly sped up to accelerate.
Xu Jin's riding skills are very good, but he can't even think about being so strong. What a superb performance today.
As he passed through the reeds, he saw his subordinates staggering out. One of the man's legs was probably broken, so he simply held onto a bush, pulled out his sword and roared in challenge.
Xu Jin ignored him and leaned forward to continue to urge the horse, chasing the figure of Monk Luo in front of him.
The shouts of the subordinates behind him suddenly stopped, and Xu Wei did not dare to look back... Until this moment, he did not see where the Mongolian Qingqi was, but the companions who came to Suizhou with him were all smart and capable men under his command. , several have died before his eyes!
Xu Jin punched his chest violently, almost vomiting blood. He regretfully thought that he shouldn't have rested just now. If he had run for half a moment longer, he might be able to get rid of the enemy cavalry!
In fact, he still thinks left.
The problem was not the previous rest, but the number of Mongolian sentries, which was more than Monk Luo expected.
Obviously, there must be a big problem over there at Zijingguan. Therefore, there was no obstacle to the Mongolian army's large-scale march south, and its main force had already entered the borders of Hebei.
As the outpost of the entire army, the Aljin Red Army Division had already spread out a huge front and penetrated deep into the Tangbo area.
Monk Luo could conclude that at least two cavalry teams turned around from the front to attack after seeing the smoke.
From a certain point of view, since they have come back in circles, the time to arrive at the Xiangjunhe camp and even Anzhou has been delayed, which is a good thing.
As for the present...
The ponds and lakes did not necessarily have much hindering effect on the Mongolian sentries. At that time, the Tangbo defense line between the Song and Liao Dynasties was composed of lakes, rivers and military strongholds. Now the military strongholds have long been abandoned, and simple waters are not natural dangers.
The terrain of the Mongolian grasslands is not simple. There are also lakes, swamps, and undulating mountains on the grasslands. All the Mongolian riders who can serve as Aljinchi are good at tracking across complex terrain.
Therefore, we cannot get entangled, we cannot stay, we can only run as hard as we can, and escape from the gaps in the net while the encirclement is far from being formed.
Monk Luo had already experienced such a situation last year when he collapsed from Datong Prefecture in Xijing into Hebei. Although the memory of that time was like a nightmare, now it is nothing more than a repeat of it.
Monk Luo is very experienced and knows that any hesitation at this time will result in death. So he rushed to the front of the team without pausing.
His war horses are of course well-chosen and strong-footed horses. However, he is very well-off in food these days. He has become fat and heavy. By this time, the war horse was already panting heavily as it galloped wildly, with white air puffing out of its nostrils.
The running speed slowed down slightly, and suddenly I heard a loud clang of the densely packed reed poles beside me. Several people shouted to urge their horses, forced their way through the reeds, and rushed towards me!
Monk Luo saw that these people were wearing tattered clothes, and their eyes had faded to yellow-brown like grass. Some of them wore iron armor, while others wore crude leather armor. They did not tie their hair in buns, and their messy long hair flew in the air as their horses galloped.
The distance between the two parties was instantly close to face to face.
Monk Luo saw their faces that were darkened by the wind and sun, and saw their murderous gray eyes. These Mongolian knights have been struggling in the harsh natural environment of the grassland all year round, coexisting with cattle, horses and wolves. As a result, they themselves have become part of the desert and grassland, and have become the most terrifying creatures on the grassland!
The horse was still in the air, and the knight raised his bow to shoot, when several more arrows flew towards him. The knight next to Monk Luo raised his head and fell down. Monk Luo tried his best to dodge the two arrows sideways, then roared and swung the iron rod to smash them.
This wild monk's physical strength is really extraordinary, even Guo Ning is far behind. The iron rod swept across, and the head of the Mongolian knight who was the first to approach was shattered, and blood and brains splattered all over his body and face.
The next moment, several more knights rushed over, drawing their ring knives and slashing.
Monk Luo swung the iron rod and struck two swords with a clanging sound. The iron rod was heavy and the rotation was inevitably a little slower. The third knight dragged his knife across his shoulder. The blade cut through the leather cape, touching the flesh and blood, and opened a long wound.
Monk Luo didn't care about the pain at all. He swung his stick with his backhand and hit his opponent in the back.
It's a pity that the two horses passed by in the wrong stirrups, like lightning, the top of the iron rod touched the enemy, but failed to smash it firmly.
The Mongolian groaned, leaned on his horse and left.
Several riders rushed into the bushes on the other side in an instant, causing the branches and leaves of the big tent to shake.
Monk Luo roared twice, but he did not dare to pursue him in depth. Instead, arrows flew from the depths of the reeds, and they missed him several times.
Another junior brother of Monk Luo, called Liu Mao'er, was worried that Monk Luo would get angry and cause trouble, so he urged his horse to catch up from behind and ran beside Monk Luo and rode alongside him. While whipping his horse, he shouted: "There are not many Dog Tatars, so they can't stop us! Senior brother, go ahead and open the way, we..."
As soon as he said this, Liu Mao'er's head dropped, his body suddenly stiffened and he threw forward, falling on the saddle bridge. Monk Luo was startled. When he took a closer look, he saw an arrow hit in the middle of his vest. The heavy arrow cluster penetrated into the body with great force and immediately broke Liu Mao'er's spine.
Liu Mao'er's body fell forward, and his arms that were shaking the reins immediately drooped, pulling the reins down. The war horse neighed several times, not knowing what the order meant. It snorted, shook its head, and pedaled towards the thorn.
Monk Luo looked anxiously towards where the arrow came from, and saw a Mongolian knight put away the sheep's horn bow in his hand, controlled the horse with his legs, and disappeared deep into the meadow in an instant.
Damn, the Mongols' riding and shooting skills are as good as ever, but the bows they use are different!
The year before last, the three prefectures of Chang, Huan, and Fu fell. Not only the land and hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses were lost, but countless craftsmen who accompanied the army were captured.
At this moment, I saw that several Mongolian scout horses, who should have looked like poor ghosts, were all wearing armor and using strong bows! And their knives... have also been replaced with sharp ones, which are very different from the crude weapons of the past... If this continues, the battle will become increasingly difficult to fight!
Monk Luo cursed repeatedly and continued to urge the horse.
At this moment, Xu Jin and others came from behind and rushed madly. In the encounter just now, nearly half of the two men's men were killed or injured, and the rest were all wounded, with blood staining their saddles and saddles.
Everyone shouted together: "Go quickly! Go quickly!"
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