"There are no less than a thousand people I can see now!"
Zhao Ming put down the telescope, but it was quickly snatched away by the monkey.
Soon there was a gasping sound.
"Good boy! Are you planning to hold us down and kill us like chickens?"
These words immediately caused everyone to roll their eyes.
"Let's go! It's almost time to see."
Zhao Ming shook his head, there was nothing he could do now.
A sneak attack in advance?
hehe! The idea is wonderful, but Zhao Ming will not make such a reckless move before he knows the attitudes of the Maoming'an Department and the Darhan Department.
If we really send a large group of cavalry to bypass the two troops, once they are noticed by the two troops behind them, and even form a pincer attack, I am afraid that they will really hate the northwest.
"ДЭМБ?!"
Suddenly a sound came from afar, and a piece of mist was blown away by the strong wind at the foot of the hillside, revealing seven or eight cavalrymen dressed in Mongolian clothing behind them.
When these people saw Zhao Ming and his party clearly, they immediately began chattering quickly in Mongolian, and then rushed over with shouts and waving swords.
“Эхлээд ганцаараа буц!”
Zhao Ming heard the meaning of these words clearly, he wanted to grab his tongue and take it back.
"withdraw!"
Zhao Ming gave a low shout, and everyone turned their horses' heads in unison and quickly headed down the slope.
Although he had twenty or thirty cavalry on his side, Zhao Ming still didn't want to tangle with the other party.
There was something wrong with just running.
"Master Zhao, you can't do that! There are a lot of gravels on the slope here. We can't run too fast. They will catch up soon! Once we leave our back to them..."
After running on the grassland for so long, the monkey also has a lot of experience in fighting on the grassland.
"Yes, Chief Zhao! How about we eat this group of people, and we also need to grab a tongue and take it back!" Zhang He also suggested.
Zhao Ming made a gesture without saying anything, and soon everyone began to slowly reduce their speed and complete a change of direction.
But when the other party saw Zhao Ming and his party, he stopped running and even stayed there waiting for them. This group of Mongolians didn't feel surprised at all, and were even particularly excited.
"How effective are the Outer Mongols in combat?"
While the distance was still far away, Zhao Ming looked at Zhang He and asked in a deep voice.
"Actually, they are similar to us. Some are very strong and some are weak! But overall they are stronger than ours on the grassland.
We here have been accustomed to a relatively comfortable life all year round, but their living habits still maintain the traditions of the past, and the law of the jungle is more obvious.
So be careful later! "Zhang He reminded in a low voice.
Regarding Zhang He's statement, Zhao Ming kept it in mind. Except for Monkey Wang Er, there was no other brother who suppressed the Song Army around him this time.
After all, this is the northern grassland, and the Zhensong Army is not very familiar with it. Therefore, these twenty-odd riders are all herdsmen.
Although he is a herdsman, Zhao Ming has seen his training these days. His combat effectiveness has been significantly improved, and he can also perform basic orders and prohibitions.
Although the skill of dragging the sword in one hand is not as good as that of Zhen Songjun, I believe it can still have a lot of results.
"kill!"
Silently estimating the distance, Zhao Ming made a gesture when the two sides reached eighty meters.
In an instant, all the cavalry began to run forward, just as everyone was waiting to get into shooting range.
But I saw that these eight Outer Mongolian scouts had drawn their bows in advance. When they were still seventy meters away, whoosh whoosh!
Almost instantly poof! ~
After a few muffled sounds, without waiting for Zhao Ming to react, seven or eight people fell off their horses. There was no possibility of evasion before and after, and not a single arrow missed!
Condor shooter?
No! Not yet, but this archery skill is definitely considered a master here in Inner Mongolia.
And this was not over yet. When the distance reached 60 meters, the opponent completed the bow placement again, and the second round of volley came again.
Whoosh whoosh!
Puff puff!
It was as if the same script was repeated again. This time it was better, only seven people were killed, but one person was probably missing an arm.
Zhao Ming saw clearly that the herdsman's face was extremely distorted, which showed that the pain was deep into the bone marrow, far beyond what ordinary bows and arrows could compare to.
"shoot!"
When the distance finally reached fifty meters, Zhao Ming shouted, and everyone quickly raised their bows and shot.
Because they are all herdsmen brothers, although their subordinates have purchased about 500 long guns, not all of the nearly 1,000 people in total have guns.
In addition to Fenrun Zhensong Army, the rest are mostly distributed to some old and young herdsmen, and many young herdsmen are more accustomed to using bows and arrows.
However, in this wave of shooting, only three of the remaining ten men on our side were shot. Except for one person who fell off his horse, the other two were still holding on to the reins and rushing forward.
But perhaps this wave was a direct shot, and the opponent avoided it, which affected the accuracy. Only four people on Zhao Ming's side were killed.
But all of a sudden the two sides were almost at six versus six, and before a complete confrontation, there were already heavy casualties.
And as the distance reached thirty meters, the second wave of shooting came again.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Two arrows flew towards Zhao Ming almost helplessly, and Zhao Ming's pupils shrank suddenly.
Having had many shooting experiences, Zhao Ming subconsciously tried to evade, but these two arrows almost blocked the dodge space.
No matter what, you can only dodge one of them, and the other one will definitely hit.
However, Zhao Ming could predict the tragic situation of those brothers before, even if they were not seriously injured, the situation would not be much better.
Zhao Ming secretly regretted it. He had known that there would be such an unexpected situation. It would have been heavier, and he would have had to put on that armor and go out.
Snapped!
However, the expected severe pain did not come. A sound broke through the air. Zhang He swung the spear forward slightly, and the swung spear head just missed the arrow.
But there was a muffled groan from beside him.
They saw that the monkey's already thin figure was directly hit in the chest by an arrow, but his body was like a feather, and was directly shot off the horse's back by the arrow and thrown backward.
Zhao Ming's eyes widened and he glanced sideways. He saw that the monkey was lying on the ground motionless.
Looking straight ahead again, the only five Outer Mongolia scouts left still looked ferocious, even with a strong sense of confidence and arrogance.
After this exchange of fire, Zhao Ming lost three people again, with only Zhao Ming, Wang Er, and Zhang He remaining.
Five on three!
Who would have thought that this would be the case before the confrontation. With the absolute advantage in numbers, the fight would be so ugly.
Zhao Ming and Wang Er had already put down their muskets and drawn their sabers, but the enemy scouts on the opposite side were still drawing their bows.
The opponent's rate of fire was very fast, and he actually wanted to shoot again before the confrontation.
Whoosh whoosh!
The three of them were lucky this time. It was also because the war horses accelerated to their peak speed and all three of them were leaning forward, so no one was hit by an arrow.
"kill!!!"
The three of them roared together, their eyes seeming to spit out fire.
The movements of the five opponents were very smooth and natural. When the distance reached five meters, they quickly abandoned their bows and drew their swords.
But before one of them could draw his sword, his vision suddenly blurred, followed by a tightness in his chest, and then his vision began to spin.
A spear, like a flag, quickly knocked the man off his horse.
It was true that Zhao Ming was extremely angry, but he had not yet been carried away by his anger. He stared straight ahead and calculated the distance.
When he was three meters away, his waist and abdomen suddenly exerted force, and his legs kicked down.
The back was like a swinging whip, and the arm that was ready to go was hurled out by the force of the swing from the back. In an instant, the arm and the long knife suddenly spread two or three meters away and fell down.
