To go or not to go? For Mahashd, this was already a very pressing question.
Logically speaking, fifty cavalrymen could not charge the ten people on the opposite side, and none of them were injured. Four people on my side had already been killed and seven or eight people injured. If the fight continued, there would be no good results.
However, Mahashid quietly looked at the knights gathered around him. Everyone showed a look of shrinking and hesitation on their faces, including several of his confidants.
You don't need to guess to know that if he retreats like this now, he will never be able to pull up the team again.
Because you can't beat ten people with fifty cavalry, who will hang out with you in the future? Can I still get money by hanging out with you?
After another glance at the war horses resting in the shade in the distance, Mahashd made a decision and said in a deep voice to a close confidant beside him.
"Two people go and feed the war horses some water and beans and wheat. Instead of charging on the horses this time, we will all use walking bows and long knives. Bendikhkan is going to have a foot battle with these Tang'er!"
The crowd didn't react at all, because everyone could see that Tang'er on the opposite side was difficult to deal with. They didn't have Mahashd's worries, so they retreated as soon as they retreated. It was better not to grab anything than to lose their lives.
Seeing that everyone's interest was still not high, Mahashd had no choice but to spend a lot of money.
"We'll just charge once, and if we can't get down, we'll leave. Anyway, there aren't many horses on the other side, so we can leave anytime we want.
Did you see the brocade and silver piled up by Tang'er opposite? I only want 10%, and everyone will share the rest equally! "
As soon as these words came out, the surrounding knights reacted enthusiastically. The belongings Tang Er had piled up so far were worth at least eight or nine hundred silver coins.
If Mahashd only took 10%, each of them could share more than twenty silver coins. You must know that in Balasagon, the most beautiful female slave only had less than ten silver coins.
"Okay! Dihekan, Aluoduo from Zhiyue is at your command!" Stimulated by the high reward, the little lord Geluolu, who controlled a dozen other knights, agreed.
The pace of wars in this era was actually relatively slow. The kind of wars that killed thousands of people in one day basically never happened again in the Western Regions after the fall of the Tang Dynasty and Tubo.
An apt metaphor is that the battles between the nations and tribes in the Western Regions at this time were basically novices pecking each other.
Therefore, after Mahashd on the opposite side mobilized his knights, the battle did not break out immediately.
Mahashd, who thought that Zhang Zhao did not have mobile cavalry, first let the knights who had charged twice eat something, and after resting, he slowly put on armor such as leather armor and chain mail. At least when he struck just now, he wasn't wearing armor.
retreat! This was Zhang Zhao's order. Although he was not afraid of the thirty or forty people on the opposite side, it was unnecessary to increase casualties.
The lethality of the walking bow is not comparable to that of the riding bow. Zhang Zhao's armor is enough for protection, but it is not necessarily the case for someone like Ma Yaozi who wears ring-lock armor.
Moreover, Bai Congxin and others who have circled back should already be in place. Retreating to the Populus euphratica forest is the best choice. The soldiers in Shandu have not seen blood yet!
"The enemy is afraid! They are afraid! Don't let them get away, warriors!" Mahashd saw Zhang Zhao leading the crowd to run towards Populus euphratica forest, and suddenly felt relieved. He shouted loudly and took the lead in rushing forward. .
The charging troops also put away their bows and let their swords take care of the rest!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The passionate war drums sounded. After a few steps, Mahashd, who was about to pick up silk and silver collars by the Populus euphratica forest, noticed something was wrong. He stood on a stone and looked, and suddenly he was standing there. All numb.
In the Populus euphratica forest, countless warriors suddenly appeared. They were holding spears, swords and shields. Almost everyone was wearing armor, and there were at least seventy or eighty of them.
A man in golden armor rushed out quickly. With a flick of his short sword, the Geluolu man who rushed in front fell down.
A series of fierce bowstring sounds sounded, and both sides unanimously chose to shoot at each other.
It's just that Mahashd's side screamed repeatedly, but the other side suffered almost no damage.
It turned out that all the arrows from his side were aimed at the man in golden armor who was standing in front, but the man in golden armor had very good protection. Although he was covered in bullets like a hedgehog, he didn't even slow down his movements.
'boom! 'The two sides collided violently, and Mahashd wanted to retreat, but the other party came so fast that he didn't even have time to turn around and escape, and the brutal spear stabbing began.
Since both sides have armor, stabbing them once will not make the opponent lose their combat effectiveness. Often, a warrior will fall after suffering at least four or five injuries.
Both sides howled crazily under the stimulation of adrenaline. They had no time to block and no time to think about escaping. They just stabbed each other again and again based on instinct.
However, the gap in strength between the two sides was still too big. However, after three minutes of fighting, seven or eight people around Mahashd fell down, especially Yan Jin, who was holding a Mo Dao extremely fiercely.
In this short-term fight, the cruelty of cold weapon fighting was once again fully demonstrated. In the era of hot weapons, a bullet would often end a life, and people would have less time to think, so they could withstand a relatively high casualty ratio.
As for Leng Weapon, he felt the constant loss of life in the constant brutal fighting. Especially the people wearing armor, most of them were not stabbed to death, but died of heavy blood loss due to constant injuries and having to fight fiercely. .
This is also the main reason why in large-scale decisive battles in the cold weapon era, less than 10% of the casualties often resulted in the team being unable to continue fighting.
This is a long and brutal process, and only the bravest warriors can endure without collapsing!
One knife! Two knives! With three swords, Yan Jin's chops were faster and faster. With his loud shouts, the chest of the warrior in chainmail opposite him had been chopped into a squirrel-like mandarin fish.
Finally, in his fourth chop, this tough warrior fell. It was Mahashd's flag-bearing general Aymandu.
With the fall of this warrior, the originally menacing Mahashid gang collapsed. They turned around and ran away, crying and howling for their lives. Their weapons were thrown all over the floor, and many of them even took off their armor as they ran.
Zhang Zhao did not participate in this duel. He was carefully observing the combat effectiveness of the soldiers of Hanshandu whom he had placed great hope in.
The result was very satisfying to him. Although the discipline and the completeness of the formation were a bit poor, the bravery was definitely much better than the opponent. As long as these people could be trained well, even if there were more than a hundred people, they would definitely be a rare and brave force. teacher.
Aluoduo ran at the front, and his skirt and breastplate had already been thrown away!
What the hell kind of merchant is this? How could he bring nearly a hundred soldiers along the trade route? The gleaming Mo Dao and the familiar yet unfamiliar golden armor immediately reminded Aluoduo of a distant empire that his fathers and grandfathers had spoken of - the Tang Dynasty!
