A large group of cavalry rushed into the Ture River. Although the Ture River was not deep, it was very wide, more than thirty meters long.
Many rivers on the grassland look like this, because they are the upper reaches of some rivers. They are very shallow, but relatively wide, with crisscross branches.
Immediately afterwards, the horses and cavalrymen were frightened, struggling desperately, jumping and neighing. Then he screamed and fell into the water, throwing a large number of cavalry into the water.
The water on the river in the distance was boiling.
Although spring has begun to bloom in the mainland during this season, the temperature on the plateau is still very cold, only around 4 or 5 degrees Celsius. The river water is icy cold and the chill is bone-chilling. Falling into the river is quite bearable.
Irgen and Alabayan stared at the strange situation in the river.
How is this going.
Hou Shengwu looked at the cavalrymen who fell to the ground in the river and smiled obscenely.
This is what he did wrong. He erected the barbed wire section by section under the water. When the enemy crossed the river, the war horses were entangled in the legs of the spiral barrel-shaped barbed wire, and the iron thorns scratched the horse's legs to pieces. Naturally the horses went crazy.
However, once the barbed wire entangles an animal, the harder it struggles, the tighter it becomes.
Ilgen and Alabayan just watched as a large number of war horses overturned and then drowned in the river. It's like there's an invisible hand in the river.
Many knights could not fall down and were entangled in the barbed wire. They also struggled and became tighter and drowned in the river.
It caused great panic.
The knights retreated one after another, and those behind pushed forward, making a mess. This resulted in more people falling off their horses.
An Sanxi and Huang San laughed while watching from the top of the mountain. The entire U-shaped river was crowded with people and horses who were hung up.
"Whose idea was this? I want to report credit to the master. Hahaha, what a talent."
Hou Shengwu said with a flattering look on his face: "This was my humble idea. I had an idea at that time and thought of hiding the roller wire mesh in the water so that they couldn't see it without paying attention. I didn't expect it to be successful."
"Hahaha, okay, I'll give you a credit first. When I give you the battle report, I'll write it down formally. Work hard. I like young people with ideas best." An Sanxi patted his shoulder and said.
"No! I will die for my master."
Yan Xiaoyi was wearing a military uniform and standing in the headquarters, watching all this in shock.
This is the first time she has faced war and the first time she has been on the battlefield.
The battlefield was nothing like what she had imagined. For the first time, she knew how arrows hit people, causing flesh and blood to fly everywhere. She had just taken advantage of An Sanxi's lack of attention and ran into the trench to carefully observe the battlefield next to Wang Hao.
She saw with her own eyes that a crossbow arrow with great recoil sent a Mongolian cavalryman wearing a leather robe flying backwards from his horse and fell into the river.
The blood dyed the river red for an instant, then was washed away and became clear again.
I saw people and horses entangled in barbed wire in the river struggling in the current and drowning.
She was deeply shocked by the battlefield.
She was born as a refugee, and her family joined the master as domestic slaves and received fifty acres of paddy field. Her parents farmed at home, and she and her younger brother both attended Xinghe Academy.
Because they joined early, their family now has a relatively high status in Yang Fan's system, and his father also serves as the head of the village.
She still has a childish look on her face. She is only fifteen years old this year. Most girls are married at this age, and some even have children.
However, she had just graduated from the crash course at Xinghe Academy.
After graduation, students can apply for a major for further study.
Yan Xiaoyi's academic performance was among the best. He could have gone to the Staff Section of the Military Aircraft Department. It was the dream of many people to work beside the master.
But Yan Xiaoyi told Mr. Yaoguang that she wanted to study journalism. Because she heard from her husband that she was preparing for the first newspaper in the Ming Dynasty, Xinghe Daily.
To this end, she also specially learned shorthand, sketching, and writing with Teacher Yaoguang, and looked for refugees from various places to learn dialects.
Then she took the initiative to volunteer and followed Huang San's human-powered propeller boat here as the first war reporter of the Yang Fan system.
She watched as the cavalry at the foot of the mountain retreated.
They rushed up in the rain of arrows and were trapped in the river, huddled together from front to back.
The arrows on the mountain were like locusts, and they were shot into a cloud of blood mist at the foot of the mountain.
The enemy was left dead and wounded, frightened by the barbed wire in the river, and then retreated.
The rain of arrows on the mountain didn't stop at all. The trench was only fifty meters away from the shore, and they were all within shooting range.
After the enemy retreated, both the cavalry squad and the tribal shooters were very experienced. They did not shoot those who were trapped in the river, or those who lost their horses and ran back on foot. These people could not escape.
Gu Ainu and Huli Bow specifically picked out the fleeing cavalry and shot them in the back. The defeated soldiers were shot to death one after another.
Because the cavalry squad had scopes, they specifically picked out those who shouted loudly to shoot.
They knew that these restraint troops must be officers or nobles. They are the high-value targets on the battlefield. They have learned these in the martial arts hall.
The Huli Bow has a maximum throw distance of 300 meters, and the crossbow has a maximum range of 400 meters. They didn't stop until everyone was out of range.
Those who were already dead were lying on the grass or flowing down the river. Some clothes and furs were hung on the barbed wire and swaying on the river.
The cavalry team was okay, the crossbow had a boost and was not tiring. The tribal archer could not lift his arms. They desperately needed a break.
"All the strong men, women, and children of the tribe will go down, and no one will be left alive. No matter they are dead or alive, their heads will be cut off. The horses will also be fished out, and they will be cut up by the cooking team and made into floss. The offal will be stewed with spices. It will be a snack tonight. ." An Sanxi ordered. He has always been frugal, and the food on the grassland is very precious.
Being able to source materials locally, he was unwilling to waste his reserves.
Yan Xiaoyi quickly took out a small notebook and wrote down quickly. She used the pencil given to her by Teacher Yaoguang to write quickly. Now she is very proficient in simplified Chinese characters and can record them quickly and well.
The tribesmen happily ran down the mountain with their Mongolian knives.
They almost worshiped their new face. The people on the grassland admired heroes the most. An Sanxi was unparalleled in cavalry and shooting. He dealt with things fairly and satisfied everyone. Wherever he could find such a Yan, everyone would be willing to serve him.
In the Tuer River and on both sides, many wounded soldiers are actually not dead yet, but they are so seriously injured in this season that there is basically no rescue value. In this era, injured prisoners can only be treated in this way. Ending their pain can be considered a kind of relief.
Yan Xiaoyi rushed down with a Mongolian woman and her two sons. The eldest sister was thirty years old this year, and her two sons were twelve years old and ten years old.
The mother and son all held antelope horn spears and had Mongolian knives on their belts.
A wounded soldier was crawling on the ground. He had an arrow in his stomach, but he was still alive. The Mongolian woman rushed over and kicked him over, then stabbed him in the neck with a spear without any hesitation.
Her husband was killed by the Baiyin tribe, and she dealt with these wounded soldiers without mercy.
His eldest son Tule pulled out a Mongolian scimitar and slashed at the wounded soldier who was still screaming. His brother was pulling the wounded soldier's hair.
Thule was relatively thin and small. Due to malnutrition, they lived a very hard life under the oppression of the Baiyin tribe and never had enough to eat. It wasn't until the new Nayan came, killed all the herdsmen, established a pastoral team, and all properties were jointly owned by the herdsmen, that life got better.
His knife was passed down to him by his dead father. His thin body looked very disproportionate when holding the knife on his waist. But he insisted on hanging it on his belt. Only with the sword hanging on his belt could he be considered a man and a warrior.
After cutting off the head, his brother Batu tied his hair to his belt, followed his mother and brother, and ran to the next enemy.
Yan Xiaoyi came to the grassland this time and stayed at their house. The eldest sister and the two children treated her respectfully, knowing that she was Na Yan's friend and a distinguished guest.
She didn't expect that such a gentle and hospitable person could have such a strong side. The contrast is really huge.
Seeing the blood dripping on the ground, she vomited for the first time.
He was spinning so hard that he vomited out all the bile.
She almost turned around and ran away. But she stopped abruptly.
She remembered what the master once said when he came to give a lecture.
"No matter what kind of challenges you encounter in your future life, don't run away. Running away will not solve the problem. Moreover, once there is a second time, keep running away."
“It is human nature to choose the easy way”
"So, don't start it like this, face it with strength, your life will change from now on."
After she finished vomiting, she wiped her mouth and continued to follow with weak legs. At this time, Little Batu was about to take five heads with him. Little Batu was covered in blood. When he saw Sister Yan Xiaoyi followed, looking back and grinning happily.
Yan Xiaoyi smiled gently and touched little Batu's withered hair.
Just as she was about to leave, a hand suddenly grabbed her boot like a pincer. She turned around and saw a wounded soldier who was not dead crawled out of the pile of dead people and grabbed her boot with one hand.
Yan Xiaoyi screamed, then reflexively pulled out the double-barreled flintlock musket in the cowhide holster on his belt, and shot the wounded soldier in the head.
Seeing that head shattering and splashing like a rotten watermelon, Yan Xiaoyi almost fainted.
Little Batu quickly ran over and chopped off the claw that was holding onto the boots of the fairy-like sister in his heart. Kicked aside in disgust.
"Sister, are you okay?"
"It's okay, let's follow." Yan Xiaoyi touched his little head.
"Well, let's catch up quickly. Na Yan said that for every head, Na Yan will give our family ten pounds of white rice or one pound of tea bricks. If it's too late, they will all be taken away by others."
Yan Xiaoyi didn't care that the clean and shiny leather boots were stained with blood, and pulled little Batu and ran towards Sister Mongolia.
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