With the bright moon in the sky, the starry sky at night on the grassland is very beautiful, and there is no chance of being blind unless the weather is very bad.
But this season has not yet reached that point. Under the moonlight and starlight, except that it is not as bright as the day, there is actually no difference. It is still very clear.
There is no difference except that the grass looks dimmer.
The cavalry was walking a little tiredly on the open grassland. The temperature of the grassland dropped sharply at night, but they couldn't stop. Once they stopped, there would be a lot of mosquitoes.
The horses were already spitting out hot air while running. Adding the hot breath from the people and the dust from the horses' hooves, from a distance, a large group of cavalry seemed to be shrouded in smoke.
"Hold on, everyone, we are about to arrive at the camp. There will be wine and meat in the camp. Then we will eat with open stomachs."
Zhao Ming said with a smile, and all the brothers also laughed.
However, some of the brothers from the Zhensong Army spoke in a pornographic tone, "Master Zhao, here we have wine and meat, are there any women there?"
This statement immediately caused everyone to laugh.
"Damn it, if you want, you can go find it yourself! Now there are so many tribes that have migrated over, and there are so many widows. As long as you have the ability, you don't have to be strong. As long as the young couple is willing, you can do whatever you want!" Zhao Ming scolded with a smile.
Everyone was a little moved when they heard it.
But just thinking about it, there are many women on the grassland who are good-looking, but most of them are not good-looking.
It's not that they are not good-looking, but these days there is no maintenance or sunscreen, so no matter how natural the beauty is, it has to be tanned.
That is the kind of person with a red face and dark skin.
"wrong!"
Suddenly Zhang He, who was at the front, raised his hand, and the noisy laughter suddenly stopped, and the sound of horse hooves gradually disappeared.
Throughout the whole day today, Zhang He was almost the one leading the team, and he made many tactical decisions.
Zhang He has indeed proved himself.
Zhang He had an extremely keen insight into everything on the grassland, and he also taught some labor-saving tips for fighting on horseback.
Even Zhao Ming has benefited a lot, so Zhao Ming will also listen to his opinions on some tactical matters.
"Be careful of a large group of people coming! The number should be around...three hundred...three hundred!"
Zhang He lay on the ground and pondered for a moment before giving such an answer.
Hearing this, everyone tightened their swords slightly.
Now that such a group of cavalry appears, it is obvious that the comer is not good. You must know that the fighting during the day has been wiped out in the area. How can there be any large group of cavalry?
"Prepare for war!"
Zhao Ming shouted in a deep voice, and after hearing this, all the brothers began to sort out and reload ammunition.
For this departure, everyone was allocated twenty additional bullets.
Sweeping so many tribes does not mean that they all need to be killed. Some small tribes with one or two hundred people will compromise after taking out weapons and intimidating them.
For those who resisted more fiercely, it only took one charge, even if only twenty or thirty people were killed or wounded in the two-hundred-man team, the opponent would surrender.
The one who attacked Xiaohebu before was already considered to have the strongest will to fight.
The tribes further east have less resistance, and frequent border trade has long worn away their will to fight.
Therefore, until now, everyone still has 4-6 bullets on hand.
There are still about 200 people left after the fighting, 280 people were brought out, and about 80 people were killed or injured. Most of them can still be saved, and they were sent back one after another in advance.
And this team is not purely a Song-suppressing army. It consists of a hundred Song-suppressing troops and a hundred and eighty-two combined herdsmen warriors.
This time it was a cleaning operation and also a training operation.
So far, the results are good. After a whole day of fighting, everyone has gradually developed a tacit understanding of cooperation.
Hmm... To describe it in one sentence, it has become the shape of Zhensong Army.
Because Zhang He also discovered that the Song-Suppressing Army brought by Zhao Ming had advantages in group operations.
Although wandering shooting is not possible, in a group charge with guns and cooperation, wandering shooting is only a small thing.
At this time, they heard that a large group of enemy cavalry was coming. Not only did the brothers not have any fear, but they couldn't help but lick their tongues. It was another big deal, and they didn't know if they could fight it this time!
As black shadows appeared at the end of the field of vision, both sides entered the other's field of vision.
Wang Meng also saw Zhao Ming and his party at this time, and he hesitated slightly when he saw that the group of people opposite them were still standing still.
There were a lot of people on the opposite side. According to Wang Beibei, this Zhao Ming had experienced so many fights and expected to suffer a lot of casualties.
But there was no time to think too much, just kill him first!
As a member of the Maoming Anbu, Wang Meng has been very strong in recent years. Wang Meng has his own pride.
The war horses were running fast across the grassland, and the sound of horse hooves became increasingly clear, but Wang Meng did not forget to adjust the speed of the horses.
When the difference between the two is more than a hundred meters, the speed maintains a lower frequency. As the two sides enter within a hundred meters, the war horse begins to speed up.
At fifty meters, the horse's speed reached a small peak.
"put!"
Whoosh whoosh!
Following Wang Meng's low shout, all the tribal warriors drew their bows and shot arrows.
After the first round of arrow rain, everyone in Maoming'an Department did not look at the result at all. They quickly threw the bow into the leather bag, and then quickly pulled out the musket that had been cocked.
"put!"
Bang bang bang!
Maoming Anbu does have two brushes. The bow is replaced by a gun. The closer the distance, the better. The speed of bolt-pulling shooting will not be bad at short distances, and the effect will only be better.
Both sides entered a salvo state in the second round. As the distance reached 20 meters, the third round of salvos occurred again.
After three rounds of salvos, both sides put down their guns without hesitation, drew their swords and charged forward.
Mao Ming'anbu didn't want to use slick shooting tactics, but wanted to crush the opponent in one breath.
This also coincided with Zhao Ming's troops, and the two sides completely entered into brutal hand-to-hand combat.
Phew!
The cruel scene of the collision between the flesh body and the blade appeared, and a lot of wailing and muffled sounds were heard.
The sound of horse hooves became a drum beat at this moment, as if cheering for both sides.
In the first round of hedging, the two sides completed the position exchange.
Zhao Ming couldn't help but shake his neck, feeling a little sore all over his body. He was not injured this time. It felt so good to have a master protecting him.
Zhang He's spear skills were superb, Monkey's double sword was very fast, and Zhao Ming himself was not much inferior. The impact formation formed by the three of them was like a spear directly cutting through the formation.
But the losses were also very heavy. Of the two hundred brothers, more than fifty were killed in the first wave of charge, and only seven or eight were dragged back.
The opposite side also suffered heavy losses, about seventy or eighty brothers fell.
But this was the strongest opponent Zhao Ming encountered on the grassland.
In terms of volley fire, they were directly crushed by one side, and the opponent's accuracy was even better than the last enemy attack they encountered.
More than fifty brothers, nearly thirty of them all fell under that volley.
If Zhang He, a master of marksmanship, had not joined this time, he might not have been able to bring back the damage ratio in hand-to-hand combat.
"Hey!~"
Zhao Ming was suddenly surprised when he saw some commotion among the cavalry on the opposite side.
