This world is full of necessity and chance.
But there are always some rules to follow.
Alslen knew the proverb, which way the wind blows, the grass falls that way.
At this time, he discovered a strange phenomenon.
In the distance, under the small hill, many grasses seemed to no longer follow this pattern. In the wind, other grasses had fallen down, but these grasses still stood up straight.
Are these grasses supplemented with calcium?
Of course not, because the cylindrical soil dug out by the engineers with Luoyang shovels was placed directly on the ground. These soil pillars supported some grass and stopped it from falling in the wind.
Alsileng naturally didn't know all this, but if things were abnormal, he would be a monster.
He immediately slowed down his horse silently.
Some people behind him also immediately slowed down their horses.
This is what the army on the grassland looks like. The soldiers follow the officers.
Alsleng's centurion came here five years ago as Fujin's dowry from the Tumote tribe. Fujin was not favored, but her status was very strong because she had a strong enough natal family.
And since I came here with the bloodline of the Golden Family, my main role is to support Fujin. Strictly speaking, I am Fujin's subordinate.
One hundred and fifty families of herdsmen, a team of one hundred.
Alslen's life here was not happy and he was ostracized everywhere. After all, they are outsiders. But for Fujin, he endured all these hardships.
However, he must not destroy this team. Without this team, Fujin's life will be even more difficult.
No one noticed that Alsleng gradually left the team.
Everyone was extremely excited, looking at the hills in the distance and laughing.
Although Irgentaiji was old, his eyesight was not dazzled. He saw more than two hundred people on the mountain, holding wooden sticks with sharpened antelope horns on them, and they were made of long sticks. spear.
He just wanted to laugh out loud.
These poor, desperate fools, are they crazy? They want to challenge themselves even with these rags.
They should accept their fate honestly and be wiped out in one of the Ming Dynasty's raids, and give their tribe an early warning.
Alabayan beside him, as well as his accompanying officers, were laughing even more. What kind of people are these? They can understand one person going crazy, but it’s a long time before an entire tribe goes crazy.
Alabayan saw that among the more than 200 infantrymen, only more than 70 were men, and at least 50 of them were gray-haired old men. The rest were women and even teenagers.
Are they holding these antelope horn spears at an angle to be funny?
"Attention, if you run a hundred steps, you will release the arrow," Irgentaiji shouted loudly.
Then, he saw a strange scene. The old men, women and children on the opposite mountain turned around and ran away.
All that was left was a spear stretching diagonally toward the sky.
It seemed that the spears were not held by them, but were held at a forty-five-degree angle, with their tails buried in the soil. These spears may have been used to fend off horses.
"Hahaha" a burst of laughter came.
Three thousand people came and laughed loudly together, and those who escaped ran faster. In a blink of an eye, he fled without a trace.
Irgen sneered and thought, where can you run with two legs, unless you are overtaken by cavalry and then hacked to death or trampled to death by horses.
Two thousand seventy-eight hundred people stopped in front of the mountain, which was a common practice before a Mongolian war.
Taiji wanted to boost morale and say a few words to the enemy, saying that under the immortal world, we all follow the ancient customs and rules of the grassland. Punish those who go against the will of God.
"That old man, with his people, is chattering about something somewhere." Huang San didn't understand Mongolian, scratched his head, and asked An Sanxi in confusion.
"No matter what he did, this was a pre-war mobilization to make excuses for themselves, saying that they were following the rules of the righteous side. Master said that villains die from talking too much. Look at how he died today." An Sanxi did not Interested in translating the old man's endless chatter.
Ilgentaiji, I have said all that needs to be said. Since the enemy did not come down to die, then we, the warriors of the Baiyin tribe, will rush forward to deal with them.
"Warriors, draw your sabers, mobilize your war horses, and chop these arrogant and stupid untouchables to death. Their women will give you warm skins and quilts, and their cubs will be your slaves, herding horses and sheep for you. Take away Their horses, cattle and sheep. Everything is yours, go ahead!”
"Ouch, Hulu, Hula (forward, the prototype of the Russian Liura)"
Immediately twenty-five centurions surrounded him from three sides. Speed up your horse and charge forward.
Vice-captain Chi'er asked Alsileng uneasily: "Captain, let's wait and see here. Will Taiji be angry?"
Alsileng didn't speak, just shook his head. I don't know what he means.
This unit was well-trained and had strict orders. It was brought out by Alslen himself, and everyone obeyed his orders completely. Those who understand must be implemented, and those who do not understand must also be implemented.
Soon, they saw how wise their centurion was.
The densely packed cavalry on three sides of Sancha Post swarmed and charged. The horse speed increased very quickly. Because the attack was uphill, the horse speed must be accelerated. Otherwise, the cavalry would lose their impact and speed and become a meal for the infantry.
Irgen and Alabayan, stroking their beards and smiling, these old mobsters have become frightened and dispersed. This battle will be over soon, and then the ropes will be tied around their necks, and the feast can continue when they return to the camp.
Naturally, everyone likes this kind of risk-free smooth sailing. There are only benefits to be snatched and there is no risk of sacrifice. Who doesn't like it?
Everyone fought hard to push their horses forward, fearing that their women and cubs would be snatched away by others. Atu was especially excited. He had just grown up and had not tasted women yet. Among the women holding spears, he had taken a liking to a little girl. Although she was a little thin, she looked really good.
He decided to use her to warm his bed tonight.
But right here, a change suddenly occurred.
The group of people and horses rushing at the front suddenly paused, as if they were stopped by something. Then, the horses screamed and clicked. These unlucky horses stepped their legs into those small holes as wide as the mouth of a bowl.
Although these small holes are not deep, they are enough to break the legs of a horse running at high speed.
People and horses fell down one after another.
People were thrown from the horses running at high speed to the ground. Some broke their necks, some broke their legs, and some fell directly to death.
Atu was riding his horse excitedly when suddenly the horse's right front leg sank suddenly. The horse lost its balance and fell sideways. He had no time to react because his foot was still in the stirrup. He was directly hit by the fallen war horse.
Then, before he could get up. Countless cavalrymen swarmed past him, and countless horse hooves trampled on his back.
The last thing he saw was that a large number of cavalrymen were trampling over him because they could not control their speed, and they fell down on the grass in front of them one after another.
He spit out a mouthful of blood, and his vision blurred. Once his vision went dark, he could no longer see anything.
Countless horses' hooves trampled him into a puddle of flesh, trampling him into the soil and smearing the grass.
The grass will grow particularly lush next year.
