At the bottom of the valley, where there were rocks and trees, two groups of unexpectedly tanma looked at each other for three seconds.

Unlike the other two knowledgeable guards beside him, Mei Fuxi, who had been staying in Tianjin Wei, saw a living real tartar for the first time today.

The three Tartar soldiers, who also stood in a zigzag position, were the first of them short and stout, with a face full of flesh and a fierce expression, and the blue scalp with the Tartar's signature pig's tail.

This person wears a gray leather jacket on the upper body, fat red cotton pants on the lower body, a bow bag hanging on the back of the horse, a long knife tied around the waist, an iron wrench on the thumb, and the word elite is written all over the body.

Behind the green-skinned tartars were two horsemen wearing felt hats and leather robes, with dark and rough skin, and also wielding swords.

At the same time that Mei Fuxi and the three of them confirmed the identity of the comer, the three horsemen on the opposite side also started to act for the first time, and the three of them began to urge the horses to walk slowly to this side at the same time.

The reason for the slow walk is that the valley floor between the two mountains is full of rocks and miscellaneous trees, and the horses must find a place to settle in order to move forward.

"Vice, shoot!"

At this moment, Mei Fuxi, who had never made movements and instructions, was slapped on the arm by the team members around her.

"Ah, yes, shoot." The young man who suddenly woke up hurriedly took off the 28 big cover on his back and began to take out the bullet and prepare to load.

Battlefield experience is such a thing, and soldiers will only transform after experiencing it in person.

People like Mei Fuxi, even if they have been cultivated according to the path of the generals since they were young, and their skills are slightly unparalleled, and they are cremated with lightning, but they have not really experienced the cruel atmosphere of life and death, which is always the weakness of young people.

So the moment he saw the three True Tartars just now, the young man was stunned.

At this moment, since the apocalypse, the Tartars' prestige on the frontal battlefield, as well as the murderous notoriety of killing Ming people everywhere, and the dark chicken soup of "invincible", all began to ferment in the minds of young people.

Mei Fuxi is like a rookie who is fully prepared for the preseason and is in a daze when he goes to the main game, and all his usual learning is gone, replaced by a bunch of miscellaneous thoughts.

It wasn't until the team members next to him reminded him that Mei Fuxi woke up from his daze and hurriedly prepared to shoot.

Technology changes tactics.

For the three Tartars, their farthest attack distance was only fifty meters. In fact, if you want the bow and arrow to have an effect on a preoccupied enemy, it is best to close the distance between the two sides to within twenty meters.

So the three Tartars began to urge the horses forward as soon as possible.

And because there was a gun from Mei Fuxi on the team's side, the three of them didn't have to advance, and the two team members drew their knives at this time and waited for Mei Fuxi to shoot.

After a "bang", a puff of white smoke came out of the barrel and missed

Mei Fuxi, whose face was flushed, hurriedly loaded the bullet, and at the same time bit the tip of her tongue fiercely with her teeth, forcing herself to calm down and concentrate.

When the three Tartars advanced to a distance of two hundred meters, Mei Fuxi's second shot hit the horse on which the green-skinned Tartar was sitting.

Shoot people and horses first, Mei Fuxi did not forget the instructor's words after all. For a musketeer like him, who has not been trained for a long time, at a distance of two hundred meters, shooting a horse is the best choice.

As for hitting a shaking human head, that's all too much of the movie. At this time, unless a professional soldier fires a burst from an assault rifle equipped with a scope, it is difficult to hit the head.

The Mongolian horse, which had been hit by a buckshot, stood up on the spot and threw the knight off his back.

The two felt-hat tartars who followed behind couldn't help but be taken aback when they saw this scene. However, the battle-hardened Tartars reacted quickly the next moment, and the two immediately shouted loudly, bypassing the dead horse, and without hesitation, urging the horse to start accelerating the impact.

The Tartars who have been through many battles are experienced. Although they did not expect the range of the opponent's musket to be so far, the two immediately chose the most correct response to the accelerated impact, taking advantage of the enemy's reload to close the distance.

After hitting the enemy's mount with a single shot, Mei Fuxi was refreshed, and the previous tension disappeared a lot. At this time, his legs stopped shaking, his face became normal, and he took out lead bullet and fire cap from the pouch on his waist with one hand, loaded the rifle, and began to take the next aim.

However, the best time has passed.

The two felt hat tartars had already learned to be obedient by this time. Not only did they shrink behind their horses, but they also deliberately used the cover of boulders and trees to precisely control the horses to rush this way.

At this time, Mei Fuxi's marksmanship was a little unable to keep up. In the end, he is just a rookie who has undergone short-term shooting training, and both the training time and the number of bullets consumed are far from meeting the standards of ordinary recruits.

So he missed the two shots in the back. For the enemy horsemen, who were no longer advancing at a uniform pace, and were turning left and right, both shots were fired at the trunks and stones. And the Tartar riders on the opposite side were able to advance fifty or sixty meters after each dodge a shot.

Under the thin winter sun, the two Tartar soldiers pressed their horses under their crotches like this, trampling on the remnants of snow and approaching step by step. The seemingly monotonous sound of horses' hooves became more and more suffocating, and the atmosphere of brutal killing was breathless.

And the members of the squad here, now even the faces of the comers can be seen clearly, with a low head and a wide face, and narrow corners of the eyes - Mongols.

When the two Meng Baqi wearing felt hats broke into the distance of forty meters in front, Mei Fuxi's second hit of the day finally arrived, and the right shoulder of a Mongolian soldier was grazed by a lead bullet, and he immediately bled profusely, and threw away the saber that had been carried in his hand.

Due to the existence of this 28 big cover, the two Mongolian soldiers were forced to change their conventional tactics. Normally, after reaching 50 meters, both sides should stop their horses and compare each other's archery skills first. After that, it will enter hand-to-hand combat depending on the situation - the weaker side will take the initiative to attack.

However, in front of this terrible bird, the two Mongolian people could not stop their horses, so the bows and arrows were useless.

As for the so-called cavalry shooting, it is when the large army is engaged in covering fire, and all the cavalry is thrown out in a general direction. Specifically, a single soldier in this situation, wanting to shoot accurately on the back of a bumpy running horse, it is all funny, only a movie will play like this.

This is the reason why the injured man threw away the saber After determining that the opponent's bird gun was powerful, the two drew their knives in advance and prepared for hand-to-hand combat, and then they were injured, and then they threw knives, nails and horseshoes, and the story is this, small details snowball to determine success or failure.

Just as the wounded Meng Bing pulled out the short knife at his waist with his left hand and continued to grit his teeth and charge, the two team members next to Mei Fuxi shouted at the same time and rushed forward.

These two people have been guarding the caravan all the year round, and they have fought with all kinds of Mongolian horse bandits, and they have already had human lives under their hands, so they are very proficient in cavalry warfare.

At present, the distance between the two sides has been reduced to less than thirty meters, and the Mongolian soldiers can rush in front of them in a few seconds. At this time, if you don't hedge hand-to-hand combat, you will lose the impact potential energy of the horse - Mei Fuxi is obviously not worth relying on, and the two team members cannot bet on him to kill the opponent in a few seconds.

When the two team members rushed out with their knives, the musket in Mei Fuxi's hand was useless.

After carrying the gun and scolding himself for being "stupid", Mei Fuxi gritted his teeth and drew his saber, and also urged the horse to rush over.

The speed of hedging is very fast. The two team members had just picked up their horses, and the four riders had already begun to pedal on a wrong foot.

At this moment, four knives "slashed" at the same time.

Cavalry actually doesn't need to make any effort when staggering and slashing, it is more about setting the angle of the saber and waiting for the opponent to collide with him, relying on the momentum of the horse to easily cut the opponent's neck or arm.

After the four horses staggered, the two sides quickly separated.

The result of the battle was obvious, and the Meng soldier, who had previously held a short knife in his left hand, had already flown up his arm, and the blood was fluttering, drawing a trajectory in the air like Stephen Zhou's flower pulling.

The other pair played a tie, with both sides stabbing in the air, and neither took advantage.

At this time, the Mongolian soldiers were a little sitting, and they had just fought with their opponents, and when their bodies had not yet regained their balance on the horse, Mei Fuxi had already rushed over, and they were stabbed again.

The superb riding skills and exquisite skills of the Mongol soldiers saved their lives. At this critical moment, he simply took off the stirrup of his right foot, swung his body back with the help of a flick of his thigh, and swung his bounced arm accurately, and stabbed Mei Fuxi again.

At the end of the first round, Ming Fang Dayou, forming a three-on-one trend.

The man with the broken arm was already a waste at the moment, the bumpy war horse caused a lot of blood to spurt out of his wounds, and the one-armed man who had lost his weapon was already crumbling on his horse, and he was about to fall down at any moment.

After giving the horses a buffer distance of less than ten meters, the two team members grabbed the reins of the horses, turned around, raised the blood-stained long knife, and rushed towards the healthy Mongolian soldier one left and one right.

At this time, Meng Bing also turned off the horse's head, roared wildly, and urged the horse to meet him.

Mei Fuxi, who was moving a beat slower, was making a U-turn at this time. He had already thought about it, and after the two sides made another wrong kick, even if the Meng soldiers were not killed, the shooting angle was also available, and he planned to take the gun and aim after turning the horse's head.

The next moment, Mei Fuxi was stunned.

In the evolutionary history of millions of years, human beings have used countless lessons to engrave an instinct in the genes when facing a fierce beast, enemy or crisis scene in the moment of life and death, and it is the best choice not to move, or to be stupid.

If you turn and run away at this point, the beast will pounce on you from behind – and it's also the beast's instinct to pounce on its prey from behind.

If you go up to fight, you will still be dead.

Only by not moving, creating a situation of confrontation between the two sides, maybe you can wait for a glimmer of life.

That's why most people are scared silly before they encounter a life-and-death crisis.

Mei Fuxi was frightened at this moment—next to a large rock ten meters to his left, the short, stocky, green-skinned tartar with horizontal flesh had already drawn the bow in his hand. The gray-black arrows of fine iron shone with a cold light, just like the indifferent, dead-looking eyes of the Tartars.

The next moment, the bowstring was released.