However, Jiang Tian continued to move his horse forward without hesitation. At the same time, he raised his bow and arrow in his hand, aiming at a bunch of bushes with faint gray smoke in front of him. He aimed roughly and missed three times in a row; With a short scream, several figures hurriedly escaped from the bushes.
Just when Jiang Tian was about to catch up with his horse, a group of armed men dressed in gray rushed out from behind the nearby mound, shouting and neighing, making a diagonal move to surround them. I saw that they were all gray-faced, holding flails, scythes, and iron forks in their hands.
There was only a simple hunting bow and a crude hand crossbow in each hand, and they chased Jiang Tian's figure speeding past; but they could only feel lonely in the dust. He caught up with the gunmen who were running away in a panic, and knocked them down in panic and knocked them over in the sand.
After conveniently seizing one of the firearms on horseback, Jiang Tian discovered that the firecrackers they used to fire were actually rather simple and cumbersome matchlock guns with long fuses; some even held them like sticks. The fire door gun and the fire stick are thick at the front and thin at the back...
"Prosvão Militia." In an instant, some memories of his predecessor emerged in Jiang Tian's mind. This is a civilian armed force from the southern interior where the atmosphere is relatively conservative and religious. Ranked second among the dozen or so large and small militia groups affiliated with the newly formed Yin Army.
But at this moment, the remnants of the Provost militia who were defeated and fled were just a group of frightened birds surviving the disaster; or rather, they were just a group of rioters with no bottom line. Therefore, when Jiang Tian turned around and came back again, he stared at the few remaining soldiers holding hunting bows and hand crossbows.
There were dozens of them. Facing the accelerating impact of Jiang Tian and his cavalry, they did not regroup and form a formation to resist; they actually dropped their weapons and fled behind the hills and among the trees. Only Jiang Tian, who was messy in the wind and slowed down, was left.
So, after a while, Jiang Tian started riding again, and there were more scattered trophies on the back of the horse being dragged. Apart from a few packages of crude gunpowder, it was a matchlock gun in relatively good condition, with a garland-like engraving on the eight-sided barrel.
However, the next moment, an electric scene emerged in Jiang Tian's memory: it was an encounter that suddenly broke out during the march. Several rows of sparsely arrayed gunners in front only had time to fire one round at the enemy before they hurriedly put away their sticks, turned around and fled into the gap between the spearmen.
Some even slipped and fell, and then were kicked over and trampled under their horses by the enemy cavalry who rushed forward, turning them into a horrible mass of rotten flesh. However, when the enemy's leading cavalry was attacked, Lin Li's spear that was tilted forward was barely blocked, and all of them turned their horses around;
Suddenly, there were flashes of fire and smoke in the spearmen array, as well as the buzzing sound of crossbows; these light cavalrymen, who only had jumpsuits and double-breasted leather jackets, were swept away like fallen leaves by the wind. Count down a few; then a small number of swordsmen and halberdiers rushed out from the side.
In the blink of an eye, the incoming cavalry were knocked to the ground with their feet chopped off and their horses stabbed; only a small number of those who fell behind were spared. Therefore, these swordsmen and halberdiers soon stood among the bloody corpses of men and horses on the ground, shouting and cheering at the remnants of the enemy who had fled far away.
However, their cheers could not last for a moment. Suddenly, there was a faint roar from the distance, and then it turned into springs of earth and rocks flying and splashing near their formation; The clanging sound was scattered and showered among the nearby soldiers.
Many soldiers who lacked protection in the formation were beaten to a bloody pulp and screamed in pain; at the same time, the remaining people couldn't help but want to dodge, regardless of the scoldings of veterans and non-commissioned officers, and became faintly distracted. On the hillside on the left, there was a wave of shouts rushing down.
Then, a nearly missed scorching iron ball followed a faint trajectory; it bombarded the unit's flag bearer holding the Roman numeral "five"; the iron ball that landed on the ground, rolled and shot out, not only tore several soldiers into pieces. The bodies of the soldiers in the formation also exploded with large pieces of earth and rocks, knocking down the flag bearer.
Thus, the catastrophic chain reaction of the morale collapse of the entire army began. But "Jiang Tian" was standing in the formation, with four people holding a corner of the door panel together, witnessing all this from a perspective; then he let go and fell to the ground...
At this time, the undulating hills ahead turned sharply downward again, revealing a wilderness below again. And in the low recesses of the wilderness, small-scale battles were going on. But it was a group of Avar cavalry in fur hats and leather jackets who surrounded a small vehicle barrier.
But here there were only six or seven bullock carts and carts, as well as some other sundries, forming a small cart barrier; but under the siege of dozens of riders, they screamed and screamed without showing any signs of weakness. , constantly shooting sporadic arrows, or struggling to thrust out spears, forcing them back several times.
On the ground surrounding the vehicle barrier, there were at least dozens of corpses lying strewn about, among which there were only a few Avar cavalry; the remaining corpses were apparently lost by stray arrows. Maybe they couldn't bear it anymore and rushed out to kill them again.
"Corsican Volunteers?" Then he noticed the simple flag in the car barrier; on the gray flag was a round, blue-gray petrel with a somewhat distorted name. Related memories popped up in my mind.
This is a local armed force from the recently naturalized Maritime Province and Dashima Administrative Region; led by local small nobles and gentry, they are composed of hundreds of miscellaneous soldiers. It was not even possible to form a formal militia group on its own, but to form a group with several other small troops from the Maritime Province that were summoned.
But I didn't expect that such a miscellaneous troop from a remote provincial island could actually persist until now in front of these wild dog-like Avar cavalry on the battlefield? However, Jiang Tian only sighed briefly and rode away without hesitation; he did not want to cause any trouble.
However, while he was watching on the top of the slope, he seemed to have been glimpsed by the Avar cavalry who were running around and besieging him; they immediately separated into three cavalry and drove straight up the hillside. But Jiang Tian, who was about to ride away, saw that they did not draw their swords or spears, nor did they draw their bows and nock arrows.
He just habitually controlled the horse with one hand and pressed the weapon on the saddle with the other hand; but he couldn't help but feel a movement in his heart. Apparently, the outfit he captured was misunderstood by the other party and became his companion. The next moment, he took the initiative to move forward; he heard the cavalry in front say in a vague accent: "I only respect the eagle of the immortal sky, the athlete opposite, you have ten arrows on the left and right, which one of the wings He Feng lost..."
"I am from the Tang Dynasty in the East, and I will send you to the West..." Jiang Tian suddenly said in Tang dialect: the other party immediately showed a confused look, and seemed to understand some of the words; then he listened. With a sound, sparks burst out from the firecracker mounted on the saddle.
The last Avar cavalryman suddenly covered his chest and fell on his back; while the other Avar cavalryman who was on alert for a moment looked to the left and right, as if he was instinctively looking for the sneak attacker. At the same time, Jiang Tian came face to face with the leading cavalry and threw a wine bag.
And the moment the other party caught it reflexively, the wine bag suddenly burst and sputtered, pouring all over his head and face. At the same time, in the midst of lightning and flint, Jiang Tian jumped up and swung his sword to kill him. In an instant, he only heard a sharp scream, and cut off his forearm and wine bag together.
He was thrown to the ground by Jiang Tian. His free hand tried to pull out the short sword at his waist, but Jiang Tian, who was close to Chi Chi, knelt down and suppressed him. Then he pressed the tip of his elbow against the opponent's, using his body as the fulcrum of the triangle. Press down hard.
With a kacha sound, the other party's body relaxed and went limp as the warm, stinky smell filled the air. At this time, the last cavalryman whose sight was blocked by his mount, roared in grief and anger, came around from the other end and stabbed him with his spear... and then was hit in the face by a pebble from Jiang Dan.
As the last cavalryman fell from his horse, he was dragged away again. Only then did Jiang Tian fly back onto his horse, wanting to quickly escape from this place of right and wrong. However, a moment after he galloped out, a reminder unexpectedly appeared in his field of vision, causing Jiang Tian to stop and stop.
Because, after he killed the first leading cavalry, he actually collected an extremely small amount of free energy. Even if there are only 0.001 units, the vision interface that has fallen into a dead silence will suddenly come to life for a moment... Doesn't this force me to fight for my life?
