The Si brothers ran as fast as they could, because the Mongolian cavalry behind them was chasing them menacingly.
The sound of the horse's hooves shaking the earth was like a beating drum, and the whole ground was shaking. The feet stepping on the grass were like stepping on the vibrating drum head.
"Brother, I got distracted and I can't run anymore." Si Linmao said to his eldest brother Si Lin Wang.
Although this armor is light, the weight of an individual soldier is still quite high. After all, weapons and other supplies also weigh a lot, and there is no light load on a long journey. Although the armor comes with a metal exoskeleton to share the weight, this thing will not be used in later generations. It is also a new product and is far from mature in design.
Especially when running, the coordination is still not as good as normal running. Even though it usually looks fine when marching, this movement is very weird and clumsy. The speed can't go up either.
If you want this thing to be as flexible as the mecha warriors in the movie, you can't achieve it unless you install an electric motor.
"Second brother, don't be afraid. Throw away the halberd. Don't give up your life rather than your wealth."
"No, I can't throw it away. The loan hasn't been paid off yet."
The boss looked at the miser hatefully, and had no choice but to take the halberd and steel crossbow from him and carry them on his back.
As soon as the weight was reduced, it immediately became more flexible. The speed of the second dick also increased.
At this time, Si Linwang looked back and saw that the Mongols were closer, only more than seventy meters away. I also felt a little panicked.
What made them even more upset was that the Mongols kept firing arrows, and dense arrow clusters fell on their backs. Make a jingle, jingle sound.
Old Zhong was also anxious. The distance was getting closer to twenty meters, and the Mongols were about to use heavy arrows to shoot directly. The back of the plate armor was weaker than the front, and the back was flat, not curved, because the back had to carry things.
If it is a bow with power above 8, it is likely to be shot through, causing casualties.
Although the wedge formation in front was getting closer and closer, he was not sure whether he could block the Mongolian charge at such a high speed.
Hadun is a centurion, he is also a hero, and a famous eagle shooter among the fifteen tribes of Tumut. He has always wanted to find the legendary Zhebie and have a test. Although the Mongolian grassland is large, it cannot accommodate two magic archers.
Today is a bloody day. The Han people's steel crossbows broke through the Mongols' cognition. The three-hundred-meter coverage shot was terrible.
There were originally many people in front of Hardun, but now he has rushed to the front row. Because those people had already been shot to death by steel crossbows.
Seeing that he was about to catch up, Hadun used his spurs to severely stimulate the bellies of the stallions under his crotch. The war horse was in pain and immediately rushed out with all its strength.
Hadun saw a man with a golden embroidery pattern on his cloak. He estimated that he was a relatively large official.
The eyes of the archer are very useful. He saw that although these Han people were all wearing black cloaks, ordinary soldiers had solid color cloaks without patterns, but some cloaks had silver thread embroidery on them, and some had gold thread embroidery patterns on the cloaks. He estimated that these must be officials of different sizes.
He guessed correctly, the one with the silver pattern on the cloak was the squad leader, such as Lao Zhong. The one with the golden pattern on his cloak is the captain.
On the mound, An Sanxi saw a black horse rushing out of the array like an arrow leaving its string. It bent its bow and aimed an arrow at the back of a fleeing captain.
An Sanxi's eyesight was better, and he could clearly see that Hadun was using heavy arrows. The three-edged armor-piercing arrow flashed with cold light.
This arrow cluster is actually made of fine steel.
It seems that this guy is unusual. At least he is a famous Condor Shooter, so he can get such good treatment.
An Sanxi sneered, he had not been on the grassland for ten years, and now all the cats and dogs were out. An Sanxi grabbed the pulley bow given to him by his master and drew out a high-performance arrow with an arrow cluster processed by a modern machine tool. These arrows were specially prepared by Yang Fan for the few sharp archers.
The bow power of the pulley bow reaches 22, which is simply harmful. The arrowhead is made of high-hardness alloy steel, and the arrow shaft is an absolutely cylindrical cylindrical wood shaft processed by a machine tool. The wings are all made of fine eagle feathers.
In this era, the bows and arrows of Jiannu slaves had the lowest power of six, and the bows and arrows were generally around eight. And the Mongols eat better than the Jiannu.
Mongolians hunted and ate meat (food supply was abundant during the period of strength), and their daily milk diet also had higher bone strength than residents in farming areas.
The bone strength is high, so many of them can use the high-strength Mongolian bows that appeared after the Yuan Dynasty on horses, which are the ones with a legendary pulling force of 166 pounds.
It is thought that they are good at equestrian skills and have a series of complete horse equipment such as stirrups. The elite Mongolian horse archers can hold the stirrups with their feet and draw the bow with their arms, forming a mechanical structure that allows them to use force.
As long as they hunt and eat meat all year round, they eat milk when there is no meat. Their physical strength and bone strength are adequate, and they can use a 166-pound bow on horseback.
An Sanxi knew that the Mongolian archers were very well fed, because even though he was the best archer in Tumut, he also won the title of Zhebe. Both meat and women were abundant.
The Taijis hope that he can leave as many seeds as possible and cultivate more archers, so that their tribe will become more and more prosperous.
The bow of this Mongolian marksman must be a tiger bow, and it would have no problem penetrating the captain's back.
An Sanxi drew his bow to full capacity in an instant, and aimed a heavy arrow at Hadun.
Hadun's sixth sense and sharpshooter's intuition, which he had honed through long-term fighting, were very sharp. He felt like he was being targeted by a tiger. He looked keenly toward the source of the danger and saw a man riding a horse standing on a hill far away, with a bow and arrow pointed at him.
It's very far away from here. His bow is the Shilili Huli Bow, which is already the best bow in his tribe. But he was not sure that he could hit it from such a long distance. After all, it was a full 200 meters.
He also didn't believe that the Han man could shoot him. After all, it's too far.
He decided not to be distracted, but to shoot the unlucky guy in front of him first, and then challenge the sharp archer when he reached a suitable distance.
He fired the arrow decisively.
An Sanxi knew what he was going to do when he saw his shoulders move. Immediately shot three arrows in succession.
The huge bow power of 22 force made three deafening sounds, and the three arrows flew away like meteors.
Hardun was far away but still heard the sound of the bowstring.
He turned his head and looked over in surprise. What's the point of shooting an arrow so far away? There's still wind today. You can shoot so far with a light arrow, but forget about the accuracy. I don’t know where it has drifted to.
He also had iron armor inside his own leather robe. Not afraid of light arrows at all, unless they hit the face. Don't be ridiculous if you hit the face from this distance.
