It is already their routine to launch attacks in Outer Mongolia in winter. In ancient times, the Mongols relied on their cold resistance attributes to fight from East Asia to Western Europe.
However, the current Outer Mongolians have long lost that strong physique. They are not much different from the Central Plains people like Zhao Ming, except that they have more fat.
The waist is bigger, but other than that there is no difference.
Da da da da~
The neat and orderly sound of horse hooves resounded like a drumbeat. The three hundred horses were in uniform order, and their movements were not sloppy at all, as if they were carved from the same mold.
On the contrary, the team on the opposite side was sparse. The only thing they could do was to show their teeth and claws in an aura that matched the shouts of Ula Ula, like a wolf roaring with momentum.
As a member of this charge, Balinke is even more ferocious. He is a warrior of the tribe and is following closely behind the captain.
I checked the distance visually and found that we were 100 meters apart. It was time for the first wave of bow and arrow shooting to give this group of Inner Mongolians some color.
Sure enough, almost as soon as he thought this, the captain had already made a signal and everyone started to set up their bows.
But the next moment, whoosh!
Along with the sound of breaking through the air, an arrow was seen. Before everyone could recover, Balink discovered that an arrow had penetrated the back of the neck of the captain in front of him.
The arrow passed through the sheepskin felt hat, and his head was drooping. Under the jolt of the horse, the captain's whole body seemed to have had his bone marrow sucked out, and he fell under the horse, and was quickly run over by the hooves of the following horses.
Suddenly there was a brief panic in the crowd, but fortunately there were three captains in the team, and the remaining two captains hurriedly shouted to command the formation.
"Don't panic! Don't panic! Kill! Kill..."
Before he finished speaking, whoosh! There was another sound of arrows piercing the air, poof! ~
The captain who shouted loudly groaned, and this time he was directly shot off his horse by a powerful arrow. The arrow was like a hammer, and when it penetrated the throat, it carried strong kinetic energy and carried him away.
The team had reached more than eighty meters, but at this time, the commotion and panic in the team became more and more serious.
People on the grasslands worship the strong, and they especially respect archery masters, especially in Outer Mongolia.
"Be careful! The other party has..."
Whoosh!
boom!
Before the last captain finished his reminder, an arrow broke through the fog of the night and pierced into his body, following in the footsteps of the former.
The formation was completely messed up. Those in front were already slowing down their horses unconsciously, while those behind were rushing forward, and the middle was crowded into a ball.
The three arrows can be said to have broken the spirit of the entire team.
However, the distance between the two sides is still getting closer. At this time, the distance between the two has reached fifty meters. Even if they still want to retreat, it is already too late.
The enemy cavalry on the opposite side has increased its speed to a peak and started to charge.
"Dead! Dead!"
Many Outer Mongolia cavalry began to panic. Some wanted to retreat, while others wanted to charge again.
Fortunately, in the end, the pride of Outer Mongolia defeated their fear, allowing them to temporarily unite as a team and continue the charge.
Just as the distance came to forty meters, bang bang bang! ~
Intensive gunfire sounded, and after a row of volleys, dozens of people fell off their horses.
But the charge is still going on, and the Outer Mongolia cavalry is still gritting its teeth and holding on.
"Don't be afraid! Keep charging! Keep charging! There are many of us. As long as we get close and fight them hand-to-hand, we will definitely win!"
Some people yelled in the crowd, but some people were extremely frightened. However, being coerced by the large army, they had no choice but to rush along with them.
And the second round of volleys started, bang bang bang!
After the intensive gunfire, dozens more people fell off their horses.
There were some counterattacks on the Outer Mongolian cavalry side, but without command, such counterattacks became sparse, and the results of the counterattacks were minimal.
Normally, the general cavalry would be hit so hard one after another, and the general would be killed in advance. Faced with this situation, I'm afraid it would have already been defeated.
It is already very rare for this Outer Mongolian cavalry to have the courage to charge.
But as the distance got closer and closer, the distance between the two sides reached 20 meters after the last salvo ended.
At this moment, the outer Mongolian side can clearly see the expressions of the enemies on the opposite side, excited!
It was a kind of excitement before a frenetic battle. The group of people on the opposite side put down their muskets neatly and quickly. At the same time, they all pulled out the swords in their leather bags, and then leaned over to tighten the reins and enter the sprint stage.
Everything seemed so comfortable, as if they had practiced this simple set of actions countless times, and even if they faced no matter how urgent and panic the situation was, they would still be able to complete this set of actions with ease.
Ten meters, eight meters, six meters!
Five meters!
As the distance came to five meters, the Outer Mongolian also grasped the handle of the knife and prepared to accumulate power.
But when the distance between the two sides was still about four meters, they discovered that the group of people on the opposite side had all raised their blades.
The sharp blade shone scarlet under the light of the flames, just before the first row of Mongolian cavalry could react.
Hoo ho ho!
The sound of neatly falling blades was one continuous sound, as if a hurricane was blowing towards the front door.
The first row of Mongols who engaged in the battle only felt a sharp pain in their shoulders or necks, and then a large amount of hot blood spurted out of their bodies.
They had never seen this kind of fighting before, and the angle at which the opponent's knife was raised and charged was very tricky.
What's more important is that at the moment when the sword is raised, charged up, and then struck down, the inertia of the horse's collision with the crowd causes the blade's slashing range to be rapidly extended.
The knife they saw a second ago was still three or four meters away from them. According to their past experience, when the opponent drops the knife, the knife will definitely fail.
But they can wait for the opponent to lose the moment and strike boldly, hitting the opponent with a time difference.
In fact, the more experienced you are in hand-to-hand combat on the battlefield, the more likely you are to suffer this big disadvantage when it comes to the sword-driving technique.
On the contrary, he is the kind of person who has no experience and is reckless. When faced with the skill of dragging the sword, he can create some trouble for the Song Suppressing Army.
After all, these brothers under Zhao Ming have only had a short time to learn the art of kicking and dragging the sword, and they can only swing the sword according to a fixed formula.
Why is it said that the more experienced you are, the easier it is to suffer losses? Naturally, the moment when inertia drives the human body to rush forward is very abrupt.
The first second will create an illusion for the veteran that you can't hit me, and it is this illusion that kills him.
Phew! Phew!
A large amount of blood rose into the sky, and the Mongolian cavalry in the second row were frightened by the ferocity of the enemy in front of them.
The companions in the first row were like harvested wheat, falling over one by one, followed closely by them!
I thought that with such a charged blow, it would take a long time for the opponent to draw the sword and then charge it. However, it turned out that the opponent's sword move was very clever, relying entirely on horse power to complete the second charge.
So the second row of Mongolian cavalry also suffered a disaster and were caught off guard.
There were also a few people who hit the opponent, but they just cut through the outer layer of cotton wool of the opponent's cotton-padded clothes. It felt like they were cutting on the surface of the sand, and the force suddenly disappeared into the sea.
Before he could react, a flash of bright sword light passed by, and the man fell off his horse in shock.
