Chapter 247: The Prince of Sheep Hunting

Shameless, shameless again!

Seeing that the Turgish people were provoked and turned after him, Li Huaitang blew a whistle, turned his horse, and entered the role of a deserter again.

The effect of this pursuit surprised Prince Erwei, perhaps because the rogues were too underestimated, the turn consumed too much of the world, and the speed of initiation was slow, the distance between the two sides was so close for the first time, and according to experience, in such a situation, the enemy had no possibility of escape.

"Speed up, rush up and kill them!" Erwei screamed excitedly.

"Your Highness, wait, don't take any chances, let the soldiers solve the battle matters!" Hu Xie rushed to Erwei's side in time, forcing Erwei to slow down his charge, and in just an instant, countless knights overtook them.

"You, get out of the way, don't get in my way." Chasing and fleeing the enemy is undoubtedly the easiest thing, and using the enemy's head to build a mighty force is at this time, of course, Erwei can't miss it, and the excessive caution of the evil makes him very angry.

"If you don't let go, you're welcome!" Er Wei is very anxious, if it is too late, there will be nothing, the prey can be humble, don't think about it, those wolf-like soldiers will not leave him some military merits because he is His Royal Highness. The scimitar in Erwei's hand slashed several times, trying to force Hu Xie to let go of the reins of his war horse.

"Your Highness is the boss, don't put yourself in danger!" The stubborn evil is unmoved. Seeing that the two of them gradually fell behind the team.

"Danger? The commotion coming from the front of ...... narrowly intercepted the word "fart" in Erwei's throat. A series of wails pierced through the hustle and bustle of the sky, telling Prince Erwei that the pursuers had encountered a trap.

With horror, Erwei looked at Huxie, gratitude and shock written all over his face.

"Your Highness, I am afraid that there will be an ambush, quickly order the troops to retreat!" Hu Evil didn't have time to read Er Wei's expression, his suspicious eyes were looking around, and the imaginary Jin Ge Iron Horse was faintly echoing in his mind.

As soon as the words came out, a strong and piercing crossbow sound came from the front, and almost at the same time, a dark cloud appeared in the sky, and I don't know what curse it received, and smashed it down......

"It's going to get big!" Li Huaitang rode on a tall horse, smiling at the embarrassed appearance of the horseman in front of a ditch hundreds of paces away. The narrow trench had been dug by him and his soldiers for half a day, and was tailor-made for these Turgish.

Eager to catch up with the fleeing Turkish, it was difficult for them to discover a deadly trench hidden in front of them, especially for a cavalry like them.

The trench did not need to be too deep or too wide, so wide that it could sink into the hooves of the horses, and if a few horses stepped on it, they would trip over a large area behind them, and in fact the results of this trench amounted to an astonishing two hundred horsemen.

Li Huaitang, who held the initiative on the battlefield, did not let the tragedy stop, and the strong crossbowmen who were waiting on the ground received the order and released the crossbow arrows to the area where the distance had already been determined as soon as possible, and the black curtain formed by hundreds of crossbow arrows in the air was the "dark cloud" seen by the Turgish people!

The "dark clouds" fell, and the screams broke out!

"Let's go!"

Hu Evil no longer cared whether there was an order or not, pulled the mount of His Royal Highness the Prince, who was frightened to the point of being left without a master, turned around and ran. Prince Erwei on horseback was still in a trance, and the tragedy of the scene just now tested his nerve strength.

In front of the trench, the Turks were crowded together, and the formation was unusually dense, which happened to be the best target for the strong crossbows, and almost every crossbow arrow found their target, or pierced, or broken, or destroyed, in short, under this round of crossbow arrows, at least hundreds of lives were lost.

"Chase!" The knights of the sweaty and bloody cavalry heard Li Huaitang's resolute and decisive order.

The world is turning really fast, just now the sun is chasing the moon, this will be reversed, it is the turn of the moon to chase the sun, and the vigorous and flowing sweat and blood ride is the moon in the evening on this wilderness.

The Turk Rider finally really saw the speed of the Sweat and Blood Horse, just in order to lure the Raider Rider to be fooled, the knights of the Eagle Rider have left a hand, and now they are going to compete for the head, and the vigorous Sweat and Blood Horse is naturally urged to run wildly, and the distance between the two sides is getting closer and closer.

"Give me a sword!" Li Huaitang raised the horse lance, murderous and awe-inspiring. Feathered arrows can easily deal with the Turgish, but there are not many feathered arrows left, and these brave Turgish are doomed to the fate of not being able to resist the scimitar through the neck.

The last rider sensed the end and instinctively looked back, and there was no hiding lance in front of him.

With a scream of despair and fear, a Turgish knight was picked up by his horse lance and tossed aside, and countless iron hooves tralentlessly stepped over him, depriving him of the opportunity to scream again.

Li Huaitang was still unsatisfied, and quickly approached the two nearest deserters, and swept to the left with a swing. The fleeing Turgi Shi man swung his knife to save himself, and the tough horse lance with a huge impact force, instantly pressed the scimitar to the shoulder of the Turgi Shiren, and then swept to the Turgish Knight on the right with a huge rebound force, and the two Turgi Shi fell off their horses in response, and begged for a slimmer chance of survival than the rolling horses' hooves.

Not far behind, the knights of the Eagle Cavalry found an opportunity to kill the Turgish cavalry, who had no formation to speak of, or slashed and slashed with their swords, or coerced a small group of Turgish to destroy them in cooperation with the robes. The Turgish, who had been menacing before, were now a meek and defenseless herd of sheep.

Under the slanting sun, the fleeing Turgish gradually pulled into a straight line, and Prince Erwei and Huxi were the leaders of this straight line. As the world goes by, this straight line is getting shorter and thinner.

Escape is a technical job, and the content of equestrian and despicable skills largely determines the probability of escape. As a prince, Erwei has a natural advantage in equestrianism, and a warlike horse can make up for everything; It is also thanks to the identity of the prince that the more than a thousand knights behind him are destined to become victims of his struggle for escape.

Erwei's calculation in his heart was that there were only a few hundred rogues, and although the horses were fast, the thousands of heads were really enough to delay their pursuit, as long as they could escape back to Talas City before all the guards behind them were dead, or stay up until dark, and take advantage of the heavy night and familiar terrain to get rid of the threat of the rogues without any problem.

Of the two hopes, at least one can be achieved. Erwei looked eagerly ahead, the remnant sun showing half a tired face on the horizon, about to take away the last of its glory, and at the same time, the hope in his heart was rising, proportional to the speed at which the sun was sinking.

The development of world events often does not depend on the subjective will of man. The glimmer of hope that had just risen in Prince Erwei's heart was soon ruthlessly shattered by the two outflanked cavalry. The light cavalry of the Ministry of Light, which had long been ambushed on both flanks, compressed the escape space of the Turgish, and none of the scattered cavalry escaped the net.

The best way to destroy the enemy is not to encircle and annihilate them, but to slowly eat away at them in pursuit, and always give the opponent a slim chance of escape, so as not to let them fall into despair and counterattack. It was precisely this method adopted by Li Huaitang that the eagle cavalry followed the pursuit, while the rest of the soldiers waited on the way to flee the enemy's retreat, striking from the left and the right to speed up the flow of the enemy's life.