The last time the crows discovered and monitored the Tuqi Shi people at the edge of the Wuhu water, they created the conditions for the Guangming Three Cavalry to finally annihilate nearly 200 Moheda cadres, thus making a great achievement. For this, he was also rewarded with a Tocharian woman. Today, he was sent out by Li Feiying, the leader of the Eagle Cavalry, to keep an eye on the movements of the Tuqi Shi army in the north of Qishi City, and he was accompanied by three other robes.

In the past two days, the activity of the Turgical Scouts in the north has increased day by day, and there has been a fierce conflict with the Eagle Riders, and more than a dozen Hawk Riders have been killed under the desperate hunt of the opponent, and they have only inflicted losses on the opponent. The difference in strength is still obvious.

Eat a trench, grow a wisdom, and experience is all exchanged for blood. The Eagle Rider immediately adjusted the number of scouts in each team, in the past, each squad was two horses and cooperated with each other to carry out reconnaissance tasks, but this time not only doubled the manpower of each squad, but also sent out twenty squads of scouts at a time.

From the city of Qishi to the north, the closer you get to Samarkand, the more lush the grass becomes, and the better the grass grows. If the horses and men crouched down in the grass, they might not be able to spot them ten paces away. Above the vast field, all that greeted the eye was the dark green grass that was about to turn yellow, and in the bleak northwest wind, it was undulating.

"Team, are we too far ahead?"

A recruit scout who followed the crow out said worriedly.

Benefiting from the expansion of the Eagle Cavalry, the veteran Raven was promoted to become a squad leader with fifty cavalrymen.

The crow sat on horseback, its eyes warily staring into the distance, searching for all suspicious signs, and its nose was not idle, sniffing incessantly, as if trying to find every peculiar smell in the air. The fear of the recruits did not infect him, and since he followed the general, the experience of winning a hundred battles has tempered him full of confidence and strong will.

"Don't be afraid. Be attentive and continue to pay attention to the nearby ground for fresh footprints or horse manure, and for fallen pasture. ”

The crow was calm and patient, and his eyes still did not deviate from his goal.

It seemed that he was infected, and the recruit was a little relieved, and he was ashamed of the calmness shown by the experienced team next to him. He looked back not far away, where there were two answering robes in ambush. Now that the team has made arrangements, what else do you have to worry about? So he lowered his head and continued to look suspicious in the grass.

"Team, there's horse manure here!"

The recruits screamed, looking around with terrified eyes, as if several blue-faced and fanged Tushi cavalry would come around at any moment.

"Calm down!"

The crow glanced at the recruit, jumped off his horse, and approached the lump of horse manure that had just been discovered, and he tossed with it with the hilt of his knife.

"Fresh, and beans, it's a Turgish!"

The crow hurriedly jumped on his horse and looked around wary. The war horses of the three horses of the light are not so well treated, except for the pasture, which is mixed with some wheat, and only the Tuqi Shi people take beans for the war horses as food.

"Retreat!"

In the grass ahead, two horses suddenly appeared and rushed towards the crows.

"Humph! Lead them over. ”

The crow slapped the back of the knife on the back of the recruit's horse, which was still stunned, and the frightened horse galloped forward, almost throwing the recruit off. The crow rode his horse and retreated after the recruits.

Two horsemen scouted one on the left and one on the right, biting the crows tightly. Whether it is riding or riding, the scouts of the Eagle Rider are obviously inferior to the Turgy Warriors. The Turgish scouts knew that it would not be long before they could approach the two fleeing enemies in front of them, and as long as they were within effective range of their mounted fire, the fleeing enemies in front of them were doomed to stay here and feed the wolves.

The ravens and recruits flapped their horses desperately, but the Turquoise scouts got closer and closer.

It's coming, it's getting closer. The feathered arrow had been caught in the hands of the Trolls scouts and pulled on the bowstring......

An object suddenly flew past the Trolls' scout's horse. The other Turk scout next to him looked in amazement at the flying object, which was his robe.

The galloping horse seemed to have tripped over, and the whole horse threw its head forward, its hind hooves flipped up, pointed to the sky, and after making an arc, it slammed into the dense grass, stirring up the dust and broken grass. The turquoise cavalryman who was thrown out flew out in a straight line, his face facing the ground, and he performed a dog's fiercely.

Two soldiers suddenly emerged from the grass and fired their bows at the only remaining Turk scout. Unfortunately, the accuracy was not enough, and they all deviated from the goal.

The remaining turkish looked at the feathered arrow that came from nowhere, and although it didn't hit him, who knew the next arrow? And, most likely, there are terrible traps waiting for him ahead. The turk scout, who was beating a drum in his heart, had no intention of fighting, and bent down against his horse, and turned his horse from the right side, fleeing from the crows at a distance.

"It's a pity! One more thing missing. ”

The crow looked at the distant enemy with regret and sighed. If it weren't for his poor archery, the Turkey Scout wouldn't have escaped from the trap he had set up. He remembered that yesterday his partner had been ambushed by the Turgish scouts, and was pierced through the throat by the Turgish people, and he was lucky enough to escape the pursuit of the Turgish people by relying on his two horses. To this end, Raven vows to kill the two Turkey Scouts to avenge his partner.

The recruits cut off the heads of the Turgish cavalrymen who had fallen to the ground and hung them excitedly around their waists, which was a testament to their merits. His eyes at the crow were full of adoration, the team was powerful, and the Turgish people were no more than that.

The four scouts continued their search.

Today was a little out of place, and the crow frowned and stared at the northern horizon, where the sky didn't seem as clear and bright as it used to be.

"Team positive, is there a situation?" The recruit noticed the crow's solemn look.

The crow wasn't quite sure, he just felt that something was wrong.

"You follow me, spread out a little. Let's go over and see. ”

On the grassland, the two horsemen slowly approached north. There, it is the densest and most active place for the Turgish scouts. The closer you get, the more dangerous it becomes.

"Oops, it's dust, it's dust!"

The crow's heart chuckled, and beneath the dust in the sky, there must have been a large army of marching soldiers and horses, coming south.

"You, go back at once, and report to General Eagle that the army of Turgish is coming. I'm here to continue to investigate the enemy situation in more detail. ”

Raven gave the order to the recruits.

"But, the team is ......," the recruit hesitated, knowing that it was dangerous to be alone on a mission here, "or shall I let the ambush behind me go back?" ”

The crow did not refuse, and nodded gratefully.

The situation was really as the crow had judged, and the dust was getting bigger and bigger, approaching in his own direction. The crow led the recruits to find a hidden place, hid in the dense grass, and observed the situation in the distance through the gaps in the grass.

The sound of rumbling horses' hooves reached the ears of the ravens first, and soon a large group of cavalry rode slowly, followed by a thick formation of infantry, and the speed of their march could be described as a snail's walk.

"Huh? What's that sound? ”

The crow gently pushed away the grass in confusion, and in the formation of the marching army of the Takishi people, a huge convoy appeared in his sight, all the carts seemed so heavy that the wheels were "rattling", and the steps of pulling the carts and horses were also difficult.

"Battering ram!"

No wonder they go so slowly! The raven saw a huge mallet on one of the ox carts, which he had seen in the camp of the Turgish.

The crow felt bad, and it must be said that the new enemy situation was transmitted back, this army was at least more than 10,000, mixed with infantry and cavalry, and also carried siege weapons, and the threat to the city was quite large.

Suddenly, there was the sound of arrows in front of them, and there was a commotion among the Turgish cavalry. It was supposed that the other Eagle Scouts had been spotted, and in the process of escaping, they shot the arrows in their hands to inform the nearby robes.

Taking advantage of the chaos, the crow led the recruits and slowly retreated to the war horse.

"Not good!"

The crow's vigilant eyes saw two cavalrymen appear a hundred paces away, and the enemy cavalry that encountered swaggering here must be enemies. Almost at the same time, two feathered arrows came at the wind and pounced on their two horses.

The experienced and vicious Turgish are intent on turning the ravens into infantry first, and then calmly dealing with them. Losing the war horse, in this grassland, it has undoubtedly become the easiest prey to hunt.

The raven had only time to strike his mount with a single punch, and the horse was alarmed, and he flashed his body, and the arrow was nailed to the spot where the horse had just stood.

The other horse was not so lucky, and a feathered arrow pierced its hind legs accurately. The wounded horse stumbled and sat down on the grass, letting out a wailing sound.

"Let's go!"

The crow pushed the recruit to his mount, and without further ado, he pushed the recruit onto his horse and slammed his fist into the horse's hips. The recruit, who was still stunned, was led away into the distance by the frightened warhorse. Two feathered arrows struck again, and the one that attacked the horse struck again. The other pounced on the crow's thigh.

"Damn it!"

The crow was almost pinned to the grass, blood pouring from the arrow-piercing wound. With great difficulty, he moved to the horse that was in sympathy with him, and clutched the scimitar in his hand tightly, waiting for the Turkish to approach.

There was a shout of chasing and shouting nearby, and it was supposed that the other cavalry of the Turgish had gone after the new recruits. I don't know if the recruits will be able to escape and bring the enemy situation back. The crow gritted its teeth, endured the severe pain, and was worried.

"Catch it alive!"

The sinister laughter of the Turgish shōshies rang out all around.

The crow shook his head and smiled bitterly, maybe he shouldn't leave the two spare war horses behind him in the ambush robe, but if he brought more war horses, the lurking target would be too obvious.

The surrounding Turks leaned up, but unfortunately the horned bow was suppressed by the wounded war horse, otherwise, they could have pulled a few more cushions, the crow thought unwillingly.

A vicious turk rode into the crow's eye on a tall horse, and two strong hooves rose high and stomped fiercely on the crow's legs. The crow flipped on its side, dodging the attack of the opponent's warhorse.

The unsuccessful attack of the Trolls was a little surprised that the wounded reacted so quickly. When he turned back to look for the crow, his horse neighed heartbreakingly, then lost his balance and fell to the ground with a bang, and before he could react, the knight of Thirshi fell from his horse, and his right leg was crushed by the heavy body of the horse. The Turgish knight struggled to pull out his crushed right leg, only to find a man sitting beside him, staring at him and smiling.

The Turgish knight gasped, and subconsciously wanted to pull out the scimitar on his waist, but unfortunately it was too late, and with a flash of knife light, his head and body were separated, and blood sprayed wildly.

"It's two!"

The crow sat on the ground, wiped the blood from his face, and muttered to himself.

Five or six cavalry cavalry surrounded him, and sharp arrows were aimed at him......