"Chief Shepherd...did he really accomplish this? Who is this Chief Zhao?"
Looking at the chaotic Outer Mongolian cavalry in the distance, the deputy pastor couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
They had been watching here since the beginning of Zhao Ming's charge, but they couldn't see clearly because they were too far away.
When Zhao Ming and his party rushed into the brightly lit place in the distance, this finally became clear.
After all, the view from a dark place to a bright place is relatively better.
Just from this look, they seemed to have missed a big show. The first thing they saw was a large group of defeated Outer Mongolian cavalry.
Then a large group of Outer Mongolian cavalry emerged from the rear, and Zhao Ming and his three hundred men rushed in again without hesitation.
They saw clearly that the difference in the number of people between the two sides was about six to seven hundred, and the number of the dark crowd was no less than a thousand!
Thousands of cavalry are crushing them. According to normal thinking and logic, these three hundred cavalry will soon be overwhelmed. After one or two waves of charge, not a few will be left dead.
Not to mention that the Outer Mongols are extremely good at long-range shots.
The result was just the opposite. The bloated army-green cavalrymen in cotton-padded clothes were like a standing rock. Facing the huge waves formed by an army several times larger than their own, wave after wave, they still remained strong.
Until now, the two waves of hedging have ended, with losses on both sides.
But they all who were watching from a distance could see that Zhao Ming's troops were obviously not seriously damaged. On the other hand, the Outer Mongolian cavalry on the opposite side seemed to have been sifted through a sieve several times, and their numbers were reduced again and again.
"I can't see through this Chief Zhao anymore."
One Eye narrowed his one eye, his eyes full of confusion.
Speaking of being warlike, their Shangdu tribe has always been warlike, and he used to lead his tribe brothers disguised as robbers to rob others.
He thought he was proficient in fighting, but now he can't understand it very well.
He had just seen how powerful the Outer Mongolians were.
Most of the two thousand brothers were lost before they even faced each other, and there were only a few hundred people gathered around him now.
"Chief Shepherd, why don't we take a break and leave? Chief Zhao doesn't seem to be easy to mess with. If he finds out that we have occupied their territory..."
The deputy pastor shrank his neck, feeling panicked.
This Chief Zhao seems to be a ruthless person. Killing Mongolians is as easy as killing chickens and dogs.
He was even lucky that the last time he fought with this Chief Zhao, he was able to kill dozens of people.
It’s a bit unbelievable to think about it now.
However, the one-eyed shepherd chief shook his head, "No! Let's kill him!"
"ah?!"
The deputy shepherd was dumbfounded. He plucked his ears and said suspiciously, "Chief shepherd, let's... let's kill him?"
"Yes! Kill him!" One Eye nodded lightly.
This time the deputy pastor heard clearly. He thought about it carefully and nodded with a twinkle in his eye.
"That's right! We have already offended Chief Zhao to death, so why not give him a stab? Maybe we can still make friends with these Outer Mongolians.
But is this too risky? Can these Outer Mongolians really let us go? "
The only answer he received was the cold gaze of one eye.
"Who told you that I was going to attack Chief Zhao?"
"Don't do anything to him? Could it be that...it's the Outer Mongolia..." The deputy shepherd was stunned, and his calves were trembling for a while.
When he thought of the overwhelming rain of arrows from the Outer Mongols earlier, he couldn't help but feel terrified.
"Um!"
"But Chief Shepherd, this is not good for us! And I'm afraid the brothers won't be able to..."
The deputy shepherd couldn't say any more. He wanted to continue talking, such as the brothers who had been attacking for a whole day and night and were killed by the Outer Mongols.
But at this moment, the cold gaze of the shepherd made him tremble even more.
"Benefits? This is the benefit!"
One-Eye's voice was cold and he said in a deep voice, "Haven't you seen it yet? The Outer Mongols are actually not invincible.
And this may be an opportunity for us to reconcile with Chief Zhao. "
"But..." The deputy pastor was still a little worried.
Who knows what Chief Zhao is thinking?
But Du Yan's next words made the deputy shepherd breathe a sigh of relief, "But now is not the time. We will wait until the situation deteriorates before we take action."
One Eye shook his head, he was not a fool.
As for cooperating with the Outer Mongolians, it was something he had never thought about.
Although the Outer Mongolians were approaching menacingly, he was sure that this was temporary.
If their Shangdu tribe was from a northern tribe like Darhan or Maoming'an, then he could consider joining the Outer Mongols.
However, the Shangdu headquarters is located in the middle of Chahar, close to the major cities in the south, so the benefits and costs of seeking refuge with the Outer Mongols are out of proportion and not worth it.
No matter how fierce the Outer Mongolians are this time, they will be beaten back in a year at most.
Just like it was more than ten years ago, so this is a very simple issue of interest trade-off.
At this time, the killing was still continuing, and Zhao Ming casually pulled out a few more arrows on his body.
After several rounds of fighting, there would always be more bullet holes and arrows on his body. Zhao Ming tried to pull them out at first, but then he simply didn't bother to pull them out and only pulled out a few arrows that affected the movement of his joints.
At this time, the distance between the two sides was nearly a hundred meters. Neither side was in a hurry to continue shooting and attacking, and both were panting.
Glancing at the crowd, Zhao Ming estimated that there were about forty or fifty brothers missing, and most of those who died in the battle were brothers without armor.
There were also about ten armored brothers who died in the battle. Only three or four were killed by arrows that penetrated weak points. The rest had their horses damaged and fell off their horses.
The horse under Zhao Ming was also replaced by another one. He also had quick eyesight and quick hands. Before the horse was shot to death, he just killed one person and quickly turned around to change horses.
Otherwise, if he falls off his horse, even if Zhao Ming is capable, he will be unable to recover.
"Zhao...Master Zhao! Brothers, let's have a blast today!"
When Zhao Ming heard the monkey speak, he thought the boy wanted to complain, but unexpectedly he threw his head back and laughed.
Attacked and killed along the way, the monkeys also suffered relatively badly.
His physical fitness is very weak, and speed is his advantage, but it is also his disadvantage.
On cold days, the most heat evaporates from the surface of monkeys' clothes.
Listening to the monkey's laughter, there were faint bursts of low laughter from the crowd.
The originally very serious atmosphere was stirred up by this, and everyone started laughing unconsciously.
"Master Marquis is right! Master Zhao and our brothers followed you to the grassland. It's been a long time since I've enjoyed this horseback killing.
This is what a man should do! "
A rough voice echoed from the crowd, followed by another voice.
"That's right! We never had such a good time following Marshal Liu back then. This is more exciting than playing with girls!"
Hearing these words, Zhao Ming couldn't help laughing.
Damn, what a sad person.
"Yes! Damn it! These Mongolians have almost beaten us unconscious. Brothers, let's work harder. After the beating, we can have hot mutton soup to drink when we go back."
Zhao Ming laughed loudly, and he was already talking a lot of swear words.
He felt a little sorry for his brothers just now, but he doesn't feel so now.
The Zhensong Army is just a group of warriors, heroes on horseback, who can laugh and laugh even if they die on horseback, let alone fight with the prairie people on this grassland.
"Master Zhao is right! The Outer Mongolians want to eat meat on our territory and have a fucking dream!"
Zhao Ming laughed loudly when he heard this, casually tore off an arrow from his chest, and cursed, "I heard that the population of Outer Mongolia is not large.
They are killing each other, but we are barefoot and are not afraid of wearing shoes, so fuck us! "
