During the ten days of living on the grassland, Zhao Ming's physique gradually grew stronger.
His body shape is no longer that thin and lean physique, but instead has gradually bulging and plump muscles. Combined with his bronze skin, he is full of wildness when riding a horse.
The sharp-edged face looks like a wolf staring at its prey.
At this time, Zhao Ming was leading eighty brothers to graze cattle in a distant place, and at the same time, he was also exploring the water resources and terrain here.
This is considered a daily activity that Zhao Ming often does recently, and the team also brought a herdsman from Pingqiantun as a guide.
While patrolling, I listened to how the locals identified their directions and how to accurately find each tribe.
Identifying the direction on the grassland is definitely a technical job. However, Li Guang, who was difficult to defeat in history, was a road fool during several expeditions in his early years. He lost his way in the grassland and Gobi several times and missed the opportunity to fight.
The ancients were much better at identifying directions than Zhao Ming. They were not familiar with the grassland and didn't know how to identify it. Zhao Ming, who had never been in the past and was reborn in later generations, could imagine how difficult it was to master.
Fortunately, after entering the grassland, Zhao Ming touched the body of a herdsman who died on the grassland and inherited some of his skills.
Combined with the explanation of the young man named Ala in front of me, I mastered it very quickly, as if I had the proficiency of an old herdsman.
"Sir Zhao, over the top of the mountain from here is the Shaboltai Desert. Chief Zhao, look at the foot of the mountain there is a tribe named Huo Zhongtun. There is also a tribe there.
However, the number of people is not large, and they do not belong to the tribesmen of the four major ranches. There are many free and scattered herdsmen.
After crossing the Shaboltai Desert, you will reach Outer Mongolia, but you can also go to Outer Mongolia from the northeast of Maominggan on the other side, and the distance is less than a hundred kilometers.
There was a war in Maoming'an before, and it was fought from Outer Mongolia. "
The young herdsman named Ala had been silent before, but after he started talking, he chattered like a machine gun.
"Outer Mongolia is calling? Now Outer Mongolia is not very stable, right? Are they still interested in causing trouble here?" Zhao Ming was suspicious.
At this time, the political situation in Outer Mongolia is also unstable, and normally there should not be such energy.
Ala shook his head, "Sir Zhao, you don't know much about the situation here. In fact, the Maoming Anbu was forcibly classified as their territory by Outer Mongolia.
It was only after a few fights that the situation gradually improved. Although Mao Ming Abe was quite shameless, he also paid a lot. "
Zhao Ming nodded slightly after hearing this. He had learned some information in advance.
The war that broke out here also spread to Zhangjiakou. For this reason, the nearby herds benefited a lot and received many rewards.
However, Zhao Ming does not look at one side of the problem. Whether it is a real invasion or some other reason, we can only look at it later.
But now Zhao Ming does not intend to move, either from the Maoming'an Department or the Darhan Department.
However, the plan is being implemented and we are just waiting for the follow-up results.
At this moment, the sheep suddenly began to stir, and the brothers grazing around them were a little confused and at a loss.
Seeing this, the young man named Ala's expression changed drastically. He quickly turned over and dismounted, his ears pressed to the ground.
Zhao Ming also thought of something and shouted loudly, "Don't panic, gather together and leave the sheep alone!"
"The sound of horse hooves! Many horses' hooves are coming this way, coming from the southwest!"
Ara stood up quickly. Being familiar with the grassland, he immediately recognized the meaning and said hurriedly.
There was no need for him to say anything. At this time, Zhao Ming had already seen a large group of densely packed black dots appearing on the horizon in the distance, speeding towards this direction.
The dust and grass clippings were flying, and the momentum was extremely huge. It could be estimated that there were no less than 500 riders.
"withdraw!"
Zhao Ming didn't even think about it. He called on everyone to abandon the sheep and speed towards his camp.
This place is nearly thirty miles away from the camp, and there is nothing we can do about it. The nearby pasture has been eaten by herds from several tribes and is somewhat stunted.
Zhao Ming also needs to stock up on more fodder nearby, so he can only go farther away for grazing.
But even if they gave up the sheep, the distance between them was still getting closer and closer to each other. It was obvious that the other side's horses were better, taller and stronger, and their hoofs spanned very long.
Most of Zhao Ming's horses were brought from Guanzhong before, because the grazing intensity was not high, so they were allowed to eat high-quality pasture.
In Guanzhong, horses are rare items, so there is no need to talk about high-grade or inferior horses. It is good to have them, so Zhao Ming's horses are really not that good.
"Master Zhao! You go first! Brothers, take the lead!"
A brother shouted anxiously. The distance between the two sides was less than a hundred meters, and there was still a long way to call for help.
As he spoke, this brother shouted loudly and quickly led the other brothers to turn their horses around.
Zhao Ming wanted to run away directly, but after estimating the distance, he slashed the butt of the horse Ala was riding on with his knife.
"Go back and report the news and ask someone to come over!"
Ignoring Ala, who was already running madly and being taken away.
Zhao Ming turned his horse's head around and rode into the midst of the brothers.
"Master Zhao! You..."
"Stop talking nonsense! I said that since I brought you out, I will take you back to kill you! No matter whether you are dead or alive!"
Zhao Ming interrupted everyone with a cold snort, and stared solemnly at the large group of people rushing toward him in darkness.
I was not sure before, but now it is certain. This group of people all wrapped rags around their heads, leaving only a pair of eyes to see the road so that their intentions should not be too obvious!
Looking at the opponent's equipment, including knives and bows, I didn't see any guns. It was a blessing in misfortune.
It is estimated that the other party is not good at controlling the distance. If they pursue too close to the camp and start shooting to alert the people nearby, it will definitely be a brutal fight.
Moreover, Maoming'an, Darhan and other tribes are nearby, can they really turn a blind eye?
The other party's move made Zhao Ming clear that the tribe behind the other party should be a private person.
If it was discussed in advance, then we wouldn’t do it here!
"Brothers, they say that prairie people are very good at equestrianism and their archery skills are excellent. Are you afraid of them?"
Zhao Ming tightened the reins and looked straight ahead and spoke lightly.
The sound of the wind covered up the sound of everyone swallowing their saliva due to nervousness, and they were not afraid that it was fake.
In the past few days, he had seen the riding and archery skills of the herdsmen of Pingqiantun.
Their archery skills are truly top-notch. Not to mention that they are always on target, they are much more accurate than their usual shooting.
The key point is that the herdsmen in Pingqiantun said that they have no time to practice these at all, and only those from the big tribes are proficient.
It is said that Wang Beibei of the Maoming'an Department is a vulture shooter and a vulture breeder.
His equestrian archery skills are top-notch, with no missed shots from a distance of 100 meters, and a certain degree of accuracy from two to three hundred meters away.
Needless to say how terrifying the Condor Shooter is, it is recorded in history books.
As the old saying goes, birds flying in the sky are more difficult to shoot than eagles. Generally, grassland vultures are usually found at an altitude of 250-300 meters.
Ordinary archers can't shoot this high at all. Better archers can shoot, but at this height, they are already at the end of their strength, let alone accuracy, let alone penetration.
But this is just one of the assessment criteria for Condor Shooters.
It is said that in ancient times, in order to deal with three vulture shooters, a hundred-horse tactic was used. Each team of fifty people surrounded the fast cavalry on the left and right, running and shooting until the three vulture shooters were killed.
It is said that Wang Beibei is the only one who is an expert archer in the grasslands now, but it is not an exaggeration to say that people from other tribes who are good at archery are like crucian carps crossing the river.
They can gallop through the pass and defeat bandits, even those armed with guns.
But this does not mean that this method will also work on the grassland.
