Near the county seat of Yingde, thirty or forty cavalrymen were fighting dogs, one side was wearing beautiful white armor and short cloaks, which looked extremely stylish.

One side is much inferior, wearing more blue or black uniforms, and a small number of them wearing some chain mail or piercing armor.

The white-armored man was chasing with a long saber, while the blue-and-black uniformed man was running while turning around and shooting an arrow.

But the effect doesn't seem to be very good, because one of the knights in white armor and white armor at the front has seven or eight arrows stuck in his body, and it's like no one else, and obviously their horses are much faster!

O Buddha! Where did all this ruthless cavalry come from? That's how the cowardly Xue guards of the Great Khan were back then, right? Didn't you say that the southern barbarians were not good at horseback riding?

A little dwarf knight shot an arrow backwards, while complaining in his heart in a cold sweat, the arrow he shot back, I don't know why, just floated to the white armor knight's horse buttocks, the war horse neighed in pain, the pursuit slowed down, and the little knight had the opportunity to shout to his companions who were running in front of him.

"Mo Rigen, the riding bow is too soft, the Southern Barbarian has a good armor, or let's get off the horse and shoot them with a foot bow for a while, Lao Tzu won't believe it, they can still carry the heavy arrows with the foot bow!"

"You're right, Hari Bari, these southern barbarians are a little unusual, the horse is fast, the knife is better, so they will catch up sooner or later, there are many of us, it is better to fight and scare them, so we can get away!"

Mo Rigen replied while reining in his horse, and more than two dozen Eight Banner Mongolian horse armors jumped off the horse quickly, and then took out the step bow on the horse's back and occupied a small mountain bag.

There were originally thirty of them, but in the pursuit, they were killed by those white-armored guys, and those guys were very fierce, as long as they were caught up, they would die!

Huang Xiaobei snorted and pulled his horse, it was really unlucky, he was shot in the horse's buttocks, although the meat here is thick and the injury is not big, but his BMW is still a little afraid to run, and the flag man vest that is about to catch up can't catch up.

As he led his horse, he tore off the shaft of the arrow in his chest, and then a knight of the Knights of the Warriors, who had run to the front, ran back.

"Squad leader, those dogs didn't leave, they occupied a mountain bag, probably because they wanted to beat us with more people!"

"Really?" Huang Xiaobei became excited at once, he released the reins, took a 1796-style revival flintlock pistol from the side of the horse, and hurried over with his seven men, and sure enough, the Qing soldiers in blue-black uniforms occupied a small hill, and everyone held bows and arrows in their hands.

"Alarm clock, don't dismount, you will break them up in a while, you can go and collect people's heads, if you can't cut off three heads, don't come back to see me!"

Alarm Clock's real name is Zhong Ling, a small man with a black house, and his appearance is obviously Malay, and his appearance is actually very discriminated against in the jurisdiction of the governor of New Wales.

However, Zhong Mudu, the eldest brother of the alarm clock, fought side by side with Marquis Huang of Mingde, and he was already a colonel when he retired, and he also had a baronial title that could not be passed on from generation to generation.

Therefore, the alarm clock, which has to be traced back two or three hundred years to the ancestors of the Han people, is barely qualified to be selected into the Young Guard, and then becomes an elite back army known as the elite.

Huang Xiaobei took a deep breath, in fact, he is also a relative of the hero, his eldest brother, is the Huang Dongzai who died bravely holding a gunpowder jar on the water dividing beam

Because he was the first soldier of the Revival Army to die heroically, Huang Dongzai has been mythologized over the years, and he has been posthumously sealed to the high position of Yongyi Hou.

Therefore, Huang Xiaobei, the son of a fisherman from the Tan family, could not even afford to build a shack at home, and could only live in extreme poverty on a broken boat, and only then could he have the opportunity to enter the Young Guard.

And he is also nicknamed the righteous son of King Ming in the young guard, and he can enter the palace and be responsible for the personal safety of King Ming's guards!

However, his brother Huang Dongzai is both glory and pressure for Huang Xiaobei, and he has long wanted to prove himself and prove that he is worthy of Huang Dongzai's younger brother, and today is an opportunity.

"Your motherfucker!" Mo Rigen's eyes were about to burst into flames, and the seven people on the opposite side even had to separate one to ride a horse, obviously waiting to defeat them so that they could pursue.

It's too contemptuous of people! Not only Mo Rigen, but also the Mongolian banner people under the command of Chahar were angry, and they must teach these Han people who don't know the height of the sky and the height of the sky a good lesson, and everyone swore in their hearts.

Ten minutes later, Mo Rigen rode on his horse and galloped wildly, followed by about seven or eight people, and the superb equestrian Hari Bari did not even have a chance to get on the horse, and died directly on the mountain bag.

Mo Rigen admits that those Han people do not look down on people, but look up to them too much.

Because the firecrackers in people's hands could shoot from a distance of 200 meters, they didn't even have a chance to shoot arrows, so they were killed seven or eight on the spot!

Then three or four were hacked to death by the guy who was on the horse, so Mo Zhigen and the others could only flee in separate ways, and how many could run was a few.

But fortunately, those guys in white armor should be howling to chase another group of people, and they are safe!

But, how will the battle be fought in the future? Thirty people can't beat seven people, and the opposite horse has a good knife and a sharp knife, and the gun is still far away!

。。。。

"What do you say? Our horse team has been beaten back, and the Southern Barbarians have very powerful cavalry? ”

Near Gaoqiao, the Qing army camp, and the green tendons on Helin's forehead were about to burst out, and he looked at Chahar Dubaotai who rushed over to report in disbelief.

Baotai also looked depressed, this thing doesn't sound like it's true, the Mongols, who are known as growing on horseback, were killed and wounded by a group of Cantonese and even Jiaozhi cavalry.

This Lingnan is so hot, it is not a place to raise horses at first glance, how can there be such a powerful cavalry?

But this is the case, at least hundreds of the six or seven hundred cavalry of the alliance banners such as Chahar and Ulanqab scattered by Baotai failed to return to the camp smoothly, and I don't know whether they were killed or lost.

"Then how far can our horse team still move now?" Sighing in his heart, He Lin turned his head and asked again.

This matter must be asked clearly, the biggest role of cavalry, especially light cavalry, is to cover the battlefield.

Drive away the enemy's scout cavalry, so that they do not know the number and location of their own army, but they can know the approximate location of the opponent's number through their own cavalry.

Now that his horse team goes out to fight dogs and is defeated, then he, the commander, has lost his eyes on the battlefield.

"It's almost ......, almost ten miles next to the camp, no matter how far it is, no matter how far it is!"

Baotai is also a little ridiculous, the range of ten miles, it is almost the same as no range of activity!

He Lin was also speechless for a while, which meant that if Ye Kai wanted to attack him, he could quietly ambush him eleven or twelve miles away, and he and Lin and the governor didn't know that eleven or twelve miles, if the soldiers were elite enough, they wouldn't be able to rush to his camp in an hour.

"Ejunmen, let's camp here, don't cross the river!" He Lin faced the Hunan Governor beside him, and was a white flag man Bilu. E Hui said.

Without the shelter of the cavalry, it would be too dangerous to cross the river at this time, because He Lin didn't know where Ye Kai's brigade had gone.

Thinking of this, He Lin felt bored, and when the brigade crossed the water-skiing mountain, it was attacked by Cantonese thieves from the woods.

When he arrived in the plains, he thought he could reverse the situation, but his Mongolian horse team scouts couldn't beat the horse team of the Cantonese thieves, what the hell is going on?

"And the table! And the production table! A Goshha ran in crying.

He Lin was bored, and he slapped his hand on the table!

"What howl? What's the big deal? ”

This nephew of his own family, Goshha, didn't even look at He Lin's black face, but fell to one knee and cried loudly.

"The third master had an accident, the third master had an accident, he was killed by the Southern Barbarians in the forest together with Fuling, the head of Prince Zheng's Goshha!"

This......!!!

He Lin's head is older, and the third master is now the cousin of Prince Zheng Wuer Gong'a, the grandson of the late Prince Jian Ke Feng Naheng, and the yellow belt of the Aixin Jueluo family.

Well, the war hasn't started yet, and the yellow belts are gone, and it seems that their back road is also dangerous!

The Cantonese thieves sprinkled so many people who were good at mountain warfare in the water-skiing mountains, could it be that the supply in the future could only rely on the Beijiang River? But where can you find so many boatmen?

For a while, the Manchu officials in the camp were not full of clouds.