The poignant sound of the bamboo whistle instantly tore through the silence of the night. In the camp, dozens of men rolled over, and almost as soon as the whistle fell, a small glaive array was discharged.

These Thress warriors are worthy of long-standing fame, although there are only a few dozen of them, they are not afraid, and their blades and shields shine. Under the leadership of Olisses, everyone stood solemnly with a short spear in their hands.

For the battle on the grassland, Su Mo was of course prepared. Originally, this kind of chaos was provoked by his arrangement. Especially on the side close to the border of the Ming Dynasty, it is not as attractive as the more northerly side, and even the battle is at most small. Yes, Su Mo was not worried.

The ground shook slightly, and Su Mo climbed onto a horse and looked high. But under the moonlight, a black line in the northeast direction spread rapidly, rolling like a wave. In just a few breaths, it went from blurry to clear.

War horses, hundreds of war horses. Immediately, there was a dazzling sword from time to time, the head rose and fell, and there were bursts of ghostly roars.

The Mongol cavalry, sure enough, the Mongol cavalry. It's just that this cavalry actually made an unusually night sortie, which was really much to Su Mo's expectations.

There were about seventy or eighty cavalrymen who came to attack, all of them with one man and two horses. It was twice as many as the Thress warriors beside Su Mo at this moment.

Frowning slightly, Su Mo turned to look at the warrior who was following him, with a calm face: "Olisses, can you do it?"

Olisses knelt on one leg, thrust the spear into the ground with his hand, and replied, "My lord, the people of Thress never ask if they can. Thy whip is where our spears are directed. ”

Su Mo was stunned for a moment, and then burst out laughing. turned over and dismounted, personally helped him up, nodded and praised: "Okay, it's really a real hero." Go, then, and earn your glory, in my name. ”

"As you wish, my lord. Olisses replied, stood up, raised his spear, and strode to the front of the group. After a glance at the entire ranks, he raised his spear and shouted, "Warriors of Thres, let the enemy tremble under our spears." For the glory of the master!"

"For the glory of the master!"

"Glory!

The warriors immediately shouted in unison, and in the midst of the shouting, after Olisses swung his short spear fiercely, he followed him and rushed towards the enemy without hesitation, although it was infantry, but he did not show the slightest fear.

Behind, Zhuang Hu and Tang Meng's eyes jumped wildly, and their complexions changed greatly. It doesn't matter if they are looking for death, the problem is that there is only such a little strength around the young master at this time, once this force is defeated, how can the young master's safety be guaranteed?

"Young master, drink them quickly, this will not work. Zhuang Hu turned around and shouted to Su Mo with a sweaty head.

Su Mo smiled slightly, waved his hand and said, "Huzi, don't be impatient." Westerners are different from us, they have their own tactics, and if you look closely, you just need to look closely. ”

Zhuang Hu was in a hurry, and he wanted to say more, but Su Mo shook his head and said firmly: "I believe in them." ”

Zhuang Hu was suffocated, so he had to stomp his feet with hatred, glanced at each other with Tang Meng and Meng Qi, and then raised their knives and guns to take a step forward, and protected Su Mo in the middle in a triangle. Turning his head and glancing at the fat man again, the fat man's face was solemn, and he bowed his head slightly, and Zhuang Hu felt a little relieved.

With the fat man on his side, he always has a little more confidence. It's just that for another fat man, I can't help but despise it a lot, and I spit it out with disdain.

This other fat man doesn't need to ask, it is naturally our Viscount Francisco. Alerting the enemy attack, Francisco rushed to Sumer's side. Although he also carried a shield in one hand and a double-edged battle axe in the other, he was so afraid in his eyes that he didn't dare to take a step forward.

At this time, seeing the contemptuous appearance of Zhuang Hu and the others, Francisco couldn't help but blush, but then held back again. Turning his eyes disdainfully, he secretly said in his heart: Is Lao Tzu stupid? There are so many people on the other side, and all of them are cavalry, this kind of charging into battle is naturally for slaves like Olisses to go first. The great Viscount Francisco was a nobleman. The nobility, of course, will only engage in aristocratic battles.

Wait, when the battle is almost over, that's when the great Francisco will come into play.

One-on-one, at that time, you will ask for a one-on-one battle with the leader of the other party to decide the final victory! Savage, crude melee like the present time, it is better to leave it to those lowly slaves, this should be their battle.

The great Su subordinates don't even understand this, it seems that there are some problems with the inheritance of the Eastern nobles.

Thinking like this, Francisco was a little ashamed just now, and suddenly disappeared, and he felt a little superior.

No, no, no, no, Master Francisco will never admit it, that is slander, slander, ignorance, .......

Well, whatever it is, no one cares at this point. Everyone's eyes were drawn to the impending collision ahead.

Dozens of paces ahead, the Mongolian cavalry that was rushing forward was getting closer and closer, and even the hideous faces of the horsemen in the front could be seen faintly clearly.

"All of them, scatter, raise the shield!Glory, that is, my life!" Olisses, who was running wildly, suddenly roared, and in the roar, he raised the blade shield in his hand above the top to protect his head, but the other hand was bent backwards with all his might, and by the tension of the rapid forward, the whole person was like a full bow. The next moment, with a loud shout, he had already thrown the short spear in his hand with all his might.

"Glory is my life!" echoed as Olisses shouted, followed by all the Threth warriors. Like a landslide and tsunami, they all made the same move.

Suddenly, a piercing roar suddenly sounded in the sky. Dozens of short spears made of fine iron pierced the space between the two sides like lightning, with the furious aura of skulls, and fiercely penetrated into the rushing horses.

Poof-poof!

The sound of a series of sharp blades piercing into the flesh sounded like popping beans, mixed with the long neighing of the rhythm of the war horses one after another, and the screams of the people.

The consistent tactics of the Mongol cavalry were to first wound the enemy with cavalry, and then after the enemy wavered, if the enemy had a large number of people, they would continue to exert the speed of the war horse, circling around, and consuming the enemy like peeling an apple;

If the enemy has few people, it is a blow to use the high-speed charge of the horses to chisel through the opponent's formation in one fell swoop, forcing the enemy to collapse. Then continue to divide in order to achieve the ultimate victory.

It can be said that in the use of cavalry, the Mongols have indeed reached the pinnacle of this era. Even when encountering the troops of the Ming Dynasty, this method of warfare was quite effective.

However, as today, when faced with cavalry, which was far inferior to their own number, the opposing infantry still launched a counter-charge without stopping, which was really unexpected.

Are these people going to commit suicide? It is mad that they dare to collide with the cavalry with their flesh and blood.

Well, no one on the battlefield cares if you're crazy or not. Don't say it's crazy, even if it's crazy, you don't hesitate to kill it.

It was only a brief loss of consciousness, but then the imprint of war that had been integrated into the bones made the Mongolian knights almost subconsciously raise their riding bows and shoot arrows in their hands.

According to the experience that has always been there, after this moment, it should be a scene of the other party's wailing and overturning. Then, it's time for everyone to sprint and harvest.

Today, however, that experience is completely ineffective. Oh no, it's not completely ineffective, the overwhelming arrows did still give the other party a certain blow, but it was far from as effective as before.

Tuk Tuk Tuk –

The sound of the rain hitting the plantains erupted, and the oddly dressed infantry, like madmen, suddenly scattered in all directions at the moment when the arrows flew up, but the distance between them was miraculously maintained at almost exactly the same distance.

Then, suddenly, a spectacle appeared on the ground. Mushrooms, it seems, suddenly, a forest of mushrooms suddenly grew out of thin air on the earth. It was a wall of round shields, intertwined with each other with bladed wheels, and at the same time blocked most of the arrows, only 12 out of 10 of the arrows managed to pass through some gaps, and although they also injured the warriors below, they did not cause much casualties.

And at the same time as these ironwood and wood-intertwined mushrooms bloomed, a fatal blow rushed from under the mushroom at the same time.

The iron spear, an iron spear made of fine iron throughout, with the help of its own weight, as well as the inertia generated by people in running, and the extraordinarily strong arm strength of Westerners, shortened the distance in an instant.

In the whining sound, the powerful impact force suddenly knocked out blood marks in the Mongolian cavalry ranks.

Compared to arrows, the piercing power of the short iron spear is obviously much greater. Often, a short iron spear can shoot through two or even three people before it dies of exhaustion.

The mournful wail resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the blood mist of the big canopy burst out, making the bright moon in the sky seem to be dyed with a layer of blood.

Heavy Blows! The unprecedented heavy blows caused the Mongolian cavalry to rush forward as if the tide had hit a solid reef, and they were immediately suffocated.

This stagnation was not only due to the sudden and severe blow, but also due to the fact that after the sudden blow, a large number of fallen horse corpses and human corpses became obstacles in the way of the charge.

The collision in the first round, Thress warriors VS Mongolian cavalry, won 1:0.

And the reason for this victory, traced back to its origins, was actually caused by the light enemy caused by the Mongolian cavalry being confused.

Olisses was half as numerous as the Mongols, and according to the usual practice, the outnumbered were of course intensively attacked and slammed into full swing. But the Mongols apparently forgot that at this moment, their opponent in this battle was not the Ming Dynasty, not other tribes in the steppe, but the Thress warriors. Different people, of course, the tactics are different.

Although the opponent was infantry, it was skillfully coordinated, and the casualties were minimized to the greatest extent; the short iron spear throwing, which was different from the conventional weapons and arrows, prevented the Mongols who had underestimated the enemy from scattering and dodging at the first time, and the vanguard, which was originally the front of the charging blade, became an obstacle after suffering heavy losses; the initial short-term loss of consciousness, even if it was only a breath of distraction, was enough to cause an irreparable tragedy on this rapidly changing battlefield.

The combination of several aspects is the root cause of the tragedy of this Mongolian cavalry. And then, the bad luck is not over, and the evil consequences caused by a little negligence make even more tragic tragedies begin to be staged.