Cao Ke's reaction was slightly slower, but he arrived almost at the same time.
Although the crossbow arrow has a more complex structure, it is faster.
The arrows from both sides hid on each other almost at the same time, creating a tie.
What Atahai didn't know was that he actually suffered a hidden loss, and a big one at that.
On the surface, Cao Ke was wearing ordinary armor, but it was actually a layer of miniature fairy plate armor.
The barbarian's arrows were lying on him, but they were just hanging on the ordinary armor outside. They could not penetrate the miniature Xianjia plate armor at all.
And Cao Ke's crossbow arrow really hit him in the chest.
Seeing Cao Ke's nonchalant look, Atahai could only endure the pain from his chest.
He drew his bow and arrow and aimed it at Cao Ke.
He felt that Cao Ke's first arrow was just lucky, and the second arrow might not be able to hit him.
And he is a natural eagle shooter. He can ensure that every arrow shot by the war horse will hit the target.
Thinking of this, a cruel smile appeared on his face and he shot another arrow.
Puff, puff, both sides shot each other almost at the same time.
Atahai was hit by two arrows and his body couldn't help but shake.
His smile suddenly froze, and he couldn't believe his eyes.
But when two pains came through his body, he believed that he, a barbarian pioneer, had actually hit two arrows in a row.
Atahai still firmly believes that he is a eagle shooter, and every shot will hit. The opponent's two arrows are just lucky.
He used all his strength, drew his bow and nocked an arrow, and shot another arrow.
Puff, puff, the arrows from both sides hit each other almost at the same time.
Atahai's eyes almost fell out of their sockets, and he couldn't close his jaw for a long time.
He licked his dry lips, swallowed hard and said, "Are you also a bow rider? Why can you shoot so accurately?"
"I am not a Laoshizi archer, but I just come from a family of military generals in the Song Dynasty." Cao Ke said lightly with a sarcastic smile on his face.
Seeing that this barbarian vanguard was hit by three arrows and could still speak, he admired him.
You know, although Cao Ke was hit by three arrows on the surface, thanks to the protection of the miniature Xianjia plate armor, he was not injured at all.
When Atahai heard that the other party despised the barbarians' bow riders, his face became extremely ugly and almost turned into the color of pig liver.
He said angrily: "How can you still slander a bow rider like this? You know, you are also a bow rider."
"If I have to say it, I can barely count it." A trace of ridicule traced the corner of Cao Ke's mouth.
After all, the Song Dynasty did not have as many horses as the Hu people. Cao Ke did not have his own specialized war horses before.
Even when he trains equestrian, he shares the horse with his family.
The Hu people had a huge choice. Each member of a family of Hu military generals like Atahai had several high-quality war horses.
Therefore, there is a natural gap between Cao Ke and Hu people in terms of equestrian training, almost a world of difference.
However, the hand-held bed crossbow in his hand and the miniature Xianjia plate armor on his body not only made up for his disadvantage, but also increased his advantage over the barbarians.
Atahai's Adam's apple went up and down a few times before he said with difficulty: "Your surname is Cao, and you are also a Han general?"
"Didn't you already see the flag? Of course I am the commander-in-chief." Cao Ke thought that this barbarian had a bad look in his eyes, but he recognized it now and said contemptuously.
"General Cao, you are also a general, and I am also a general and a vanguard. Do you dare to fight me fairly?" Atahai looked at him with bright eyes, fearing that he would not agree.
His arching and riding skills didn't give him an advantage at all, so he had to turn to the second best.
Atahai can become a vanguard and has extremely high martial arts skills. Not only is his shooting skills excellent, but his spear skills are even more powerful.
A sarcastic smile appeared on Cao Ke's face: "If you want to fight with weapons, of course you can."
In fact, his riding and shooting skills were only marginal. The fact that they were able to tie just now was entirely due to the speed and sight of the hand-held crossbow.
Even more powerful than his riding and shooting skills is his spearmanship.
"Okay, bring me the spear." Atahai was overjoyed, fearing that the other party would regret it, so he struck at his own soldiers.
The soldier immediately handed over the spear, and Atahai took it in his hand, and he suddenly felt at ease.
Atahai held a spear and looked at Cao Ke with bright eyes.
Cao Ke took out the spear directly from the war horse bag and glanced at it jokingly: "Ata Hai, take action."
"Look at the gun." Atahai saw the other party's contemptuous gaze, and he was furious, and he stabbed at him with his horse.
Cao Ke is not only handsome, but also a bloody horse.
Atahai is a Mongolian war horse, not very tall.
As a result, Cao Ke rushed up, his momentum surpassing that of Ata Hai.
With a clanging sound, the two of them soon collided.
The strength of both sides was so great that the horses took a few steps back from each other.
The difference is that Cao Ke took two steps back and Atahai took three steps back.
Atahai's soldiers did not expect that their master would take one more step back than his opponent, but he felt relieved when he saw that his master's Mongolian war horse was not as tall as his opponent.
He roared again and charged forward again on his horse.
The same recipe, the same result. Atahai's horse once again took one step further back than the opponent's horse.
Atahai saw that he took another step back, and his face suddenly turned the color of pig liver.
The two of them were both eighteen or nineteen years old, and both were commanders. They felt that their authority was being overshadowed by the other.
This time he used all his strength, roared, and rushed towards Cao Ke again.
With a clanging sound, the two fought again. As expected, Atahai's horse still took an extra step back.
Atahai's face was so gloomy that it could drip. He had tried his best and still had the upper hand in the situation.
Atahai looked at Cao Ke's tall and sweaty horse, and then at his short Mongolian horse. His eyes turned a few times, and suddenly his eyes lit up.
Since the opponent is no match for a head-on fight, the only way is to take advantage of the endurance of the Mongolian war horses.
Thinking of this, he rushed forward again, but this time he did not fight hard, but chose to walk away as soon as he touched it, spinning around Cao Ke.
He was like a bad wolf, staring closely at the wild boar.
Although the fighting power of the wolf is not as good as that of the wild boar, as long as the wild boar shows its relaxation, it will receive a fatal blow.
He now has to use the endurance and willpower of his own men to finally defeat the opponent.
Thinking that the other party did not dare to fight head-on with him, Cao Ke smiled jokingly.
How could he not see the other party's intentions?
His advantage is that the combat power of man and horse is superior to the other's, and the opponent's advantage is that the endurance of the horse is superior to his.
One thing Atahai didn't know was that he thought both sides were equally injured by three arrows, but in fact Cao Ke was not injured at all.
Cao Ke also has his own weaknesses. After all, his horse has traveled a long distance and its physical strength is indeed not as good as that of his opponent.
If he wants to defeat the opponent, he has to do it quickly.
Thinking of this, he didn't hesitate at all. He yelled and changed from passive to active.
Now the situation between the two people suddenly changed roles. Atahai's horse was running in front, and Cao Ke's horse was chasing closely.
The endurance of the Mongolian horse is indeed higher than that of the sweat horse, but it also has a weakness, it is not fast.
Rumble, rumble, rumble, the bloody BMW is getting faster and faster.
Although the sweaty horse was behind, it gradually caught up and began to keep pace with the Mongolian horse.
Cao Ke smiled jokingly at the corner of his mouth, and stabbed Atahai with the spear in his hand.
Atahai felt that his heart kept falling, falling from the valley to the bottom.
He originally wanted to use the endurance advantage of the Mongolian horse to drag Cao Ke to death, but he didn't know that the opponent saw it.
There is no way now but to fight the will of both parties.
Seeing that Cao Ke also had three arrows on his body, he roared and stabbed the opponent with his spear.
Ding, ding, ding, ding, the two sides started fighting again on the same spot, and before they knew it, they had fought for seventy or eighty rounds.
Cao Ke and Atahai fought with real fire, each of them panting and sweating like rain.
Atahai was now not only exhausted, but also in extreme pain from the three arrow wounds.
It would be better if he didn't fight, and fighting would directly pull the wound on his chest.
Just a moment ago he was sweating hotly, but later his vest turned into cold sweat.
Later, he felt more and more dizzy and it became increasingly difficult to concentrate.
Seeing Atahai's appearance, Cao Ke roared and slammed the spear in his hand at Atahai.
Atahai's brain was getting more and more exhausted, and stars were popping up in front of his eyes.
But he still maintained his last sense of reason and felt a little confused.
The other party was about the same age and was also wounded by three arrows. Why did he become more courageous as he fought? Are you getting worse and worse?
Thinking of this, his vision felt a little blurry.
At this time, the spear in Cao Ke's hand had already hit hard.
Hearing the whistling wind, Atahai instinctively raised his spear to block it.
There was a clang sound, and the spear in Atahai's hand could no longer be controlled, and it was knocked away immediately.
If Atahai meets He Shude and others from the security team, he might be captured alive.
But Cao Ke had no such idea. He smiled coldly and said,
He shouted loudly and stabbed Atahai with the spear in his hand.
Atahai felt a coldness in his chest, followed by severe pain. He felt that he suddenly left his horse, getting higher and higher.
It turned out that the spear in Cao Ke's hand had directly pierced Atahai and lifted him off his horse.
Picking it up to the highest place, Cao Ke threw it hard, and Atahai fell to the ground with a bang, almost dead.
When the security team saw this, their morale was immediately boosted.
Cao Ke also had five hundred soldiers. At this time, they shouted loudly: "Atahai is dead, Atahai is dead."
"Atahai is dead, Atahai is dead." The voice seemed to be like a tsunami, spreading around.
Thousands of security regiment cavalry shouted loudly and soared into the sky.
When the barbarians heard this, they were all stunned.
Who is Atahai? He is the vanguard of ten thousand barbarian archers and cavalry.
Some barbarians open their mouths so wide that they can barely close them, and can almost fit a duck egg into them.
The barbarian commander hurriedly shouted loudly: "The southern barbarians are talking nonsense, the general is not dead, the general is not dead."
They hoped that Atahai would refute, but after waiting for a cup of tea and hearing no refutation, they found out that their general had indeed been killed by the other party.
After it was confirmed that the general was indeed dead, the morale of the barbarian archers suddenly plummeted, and they were all dejected. Many of them were killed and wounded by the security team.
At this time, the barbarian archers roared loudly, and the war drums of the original deputy general Atahe were beating. Instead, he was a blessing in disguise and was promoted to the chief general.
Hearing the sound of the drum, the other Hu people no longer cared about fighting the security group and gathered in the direction of the drum.
When Atahe saw the barbarian archers gathered around him, he wanted to cry without tears.
They had 10,000 archers and horsemen, and they came as a vanguard with great momentum. Unexpectedly, there were only 5,000 soldiers and horses left, and most of them were injured.
Atahhe's face was extremely gloomy and ugly. The general died in the battle and most of the soldiers and horses were killed or injured.
He now has no fighting spirit, and his best plan is to bring these five thousand injured soldiers back to the Khanate.
Thinking of this, Atahhe roared: "Charge out and fight back to the Khanate."
After saying that, he took five hundred soldiers and headed north to kill.
"Rush out and fight back to the Khanate." Other barbarians followed and shouted.
Although most of the five thousand barbarian horse archers were injured, they still had a very strong advantage, that is, their Mongolian horses had extremely strong endurance.
In contrast, the soldiers and horses of the security group came from afar and were already exhausted, and their horses could hardly run.
Atahe couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw this.
The general had died in battle, and it was already a great achievement for him to bring the remaining archers back to the Khanate.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help laughing.
As soon as he finished speaking, his smile became dull and his eyes almost fell out of their sockets.
Because in front of them were another thousand security regiment cavalry, waiting for them quietly.
Before they could get closer, the crossbow arrows of the security regiment cavalry were already flying out.
Puff, puff, puff, the barbarian archers running in front were caught off guard and hit arrows one after another.
Either the war horses were injured, or the barbarians were injured, and many even fell off the horses.
These thousand soldiers and horses are Zhao Ping's personal soldiers, and they did not participate in the battle just now.
For this victory, Zhao Ping had already expected this result.
After all, Zhaojiazhuang's cavalry are not only crossbow riders, but also take them by surprise. The only disadvantage is that the horses run all the way and consume too much horsepower.
Although Zhao Ping's soldiers followed the army, they also lacked horsepower.
These one thousand soldiers are Zhao Ping's last asset and will never be used unless it is a last resort.
Therefore, no matter how fierce the battle ahead was, Zhao Ping's last thousand soldiers were not used.
But Zhao Ping didn't want these thousand soldiers to go to waste, so he asked Liu Xianhong to lead the soldiers on the road where the Hu people must pass.
Atahe was startled when he saw it, but when he saw it, the opponent only had a thousand cavalry, which was far less than them.
He kept beating the war drum on his horse and shouted loudly: "Kill out and fight back to the Khanate."
"Kill out and return to the Khanate." The other barbarians followed and shouted.
