To the south of Dumoshui, thousands of cavalry were galloping in the wind, and they were clearly divided into two groups, with more than 1,000 horsemen running in front and 1,000 horsemen running a little behind.

From time to time, the cavalry in the leading group looked back at the cavalry behind, fearing that they would be overtaken by pursuit. From time to time, several horsemen, or even dozens of horsemen, were caught up, and with the rolling dust, they were swept into the queue of the cavalry of the rear brigade, and through the gaps in the smoke and dust, they could see scimitars flying, blood splattering, and human heads rolling.

The cavalry that caught up from behind, like a snowball regiment, became larger and larger, but the number of people did not change much, and only the ownerless war horses increased.

Kuroko led a thousand cavalry and remained in ambush in the woods ten miles away from the entrance to the mountain. In the direction of the trail leading into the mountains, there was a commotion very early on. But after waiting for a long time, I didn't wait for the good news of the scouts. From time to time, the anxious Kuroko comforted his mount, and he was eager to jump on it at once, rush out of the woods, and outflank the back of the Tuqi Shiren.

Just when Kuroko was about to lose his breath, the scouts of the Eagle Rider came, bringing news of the rout of the Turgish Cavalry. The Bright Cavalry, recuperated, let out a cry of excitement. With Kuroko's order, everyone jumped on their horses and followed Kuroko out of the woods.

The Turgish, who thought they had escaped, had not yet breathed a sigh of relief, but they were sadly surprised to find that a large group of cavalry had appeared on their flank, and the charging formation had already shown that it was not good. The Tirk warriors who were in the process of escaping no longer had the slightest fighting spirit, and their only thought was to flee as far as possible.

Kuroko cleverly opted for a tight tail chase. As a result, there is a side with fewer people biting and the side with more people catching up. Due to the continuous rush, the Turgish people consumed a lot of horsepower, but the sunspots were waiting for their work. In the course of the pursuit, the fatigue of the Turgishes gradually became apparent, and from time to time, the backward cavalry was cut off their horses.

The Red Camel Ride led by the Black Tower is the craziest. In the meadow, the speed of the camel is a little slower than that of the war horse, but the camel that is waiting for work can still catch up with the exhausted turat Shi rout, besides, the red camel ride is a person and two horses, and when tired, it can be completely transferred. Their bloodthirsty nature was fully revealed in the pursuit of the Trolls, who used the sharpness of their scimitars to cut off their opponents' weapons and arms with a single sword, and then drove their camels to trample them to death when they fell off their horses.

In the pursuit, a rope was thrown out of the pursuers, accurately hitting a backward Turgish cavalry, and then pulled, the Turgish cavalry in the trap was immediately torn off the horse and fell into the rolling hooves of the pursuers, and after the horses' hooves, it was almost impossible to find a complete corpse.

The leopard sighed and wasted another good rope......

Murgeti was enraged, the warriors under his command were like ants, killed in shame by their opponents, when had the brave and invincible Turgish cavalry been so embarrassed, they had always pursued the enemy by themselves, and now the situation was reversed.

Grief and indignation made Murgeti choose to fight. He deliberately slowed down and fell behind the group, and the arrogant screams of the pursuers were already clearly audible.

In the quiver, only five feathered arrows remained. Without hesitation, Murgeti took out one of them and shot the first arrow with confidence.

The screams of a fallen horse reached the ears of Murgeti. Murgeti snorted triumphantly, and the second arrow was shot again. Another pursuer was shot and fell from his horse.

Two arrows in a row caused a slight commotion among the pursuers. Milgerti showed a contemptuous mockery, Shi Guo's cavalry is nothing more than this, if it is a head-to-head duel, his subordinates can completely defeat them with one enemy and five, and they can be defeated with only skilled cavalry shooting. God is unfair, it is a shame to let yourself be ambushed by them. The unwilling Milgerti was even more resentful, and the third arrow was pulled on the tight bowstring, and the hatred seemed to be transmitted to the feathered arrow that was ready to attack, and the sharp arrow flashed with cold light, and wanted to devour a life......

A sharp arrow roared through the air, and the startled Milgeti subconsciously bowed his head, and the feather arrow in his hand was also in confusion and didn't know where it was shooting, "Shi Guo's cavalry also has archers?" In a cold sweat, Milgeti put away his contempt.

"Excellent! It's been a long time since a strong hand has come to practice. ”

Milgerti took the fourth arrow from his quiver and lay down on his horse, turning his face to look for his rival. The arrow just now flew past his ears with a hot wind, almost killing him.

In the midst of the pursuers, a knight protruded, almost in a straight line with the fleeing Milgeti. Through the billowing dust, both sides discovered each other almost at the same time, and the feather arrows in their hands did not hesitate at all, shooting straight at each other.

Both of them already knew the strength of the other, so, after shooting the feather arrow in their hands, both sides hurriedly controlled their horses to deviate from their original routes.

Avoiding arrows is relatively calm for the chasing party, but it is more difficult for the chasing party that is chasing the arrows. However, this is not difficult for Hu Yijian, the extremely fast life-killing arrow reached his eyes in a breath, Hu Yijian bent down, and the left side of the horse under the seat flashed slightly. With a swishing sound, the sharp arrow was nailed to the right rear of Hu Yijian, and on his right arm, there was a scratch on the tight sleeve, and a trace of blood stained the crack in the sleeve.

The last feathered arrow. Milgeti was slightly surprised that the arrow just now actually didn't hit the other party. You must know that in the past few years, he has almost never missed, no matter how powerful the opponent looks, he finally fell under his magic arrow without any suspense. Today, it's a little sinister.

If it was a head-to-head match, Milgeti would have been happy to see the mysterious opponent for what he really was, and his instincts told him that this man must not be a Rite. Archery doesn't mean anything, without bravery, perseverance and calmness, no matter how good archery is, it will be mediocre. It is only when these qualities are combined with excellent archery skills that a sharpshooter on the battlefield is created. And, the pursuer who was clinging to his back and could take his life at any time was such a person. Fearlessly face death, calmly deal with danger, and meet challenges positively.

Then let you fall to the last arrow!

Milgeti confidently tightened the bowstring, confident that his opponent must be aiming for him at the full string as well. With a "boom", the taut bowstring was released, and it rushed through its position like lightning and retreated, trembling back and forth under the tight grip of the bow's back, making a buzzing sound.

As with the previous arrow, both sides dodged.

Hu Yijian, who had just completed the dodge action, was a little surprised, the opponent's feather arrow didn't know where it fell, it was impossible to deviate too much from himself? Hu Yijian, who was uncertain, raised his head, and a little black shadow flashed in the corner of his eye, and the whistling sound had already reached his ears. "Not good!" Hu Yijian, who had not yet completed the action of raising his head, could no longer dodge, and instinctively made him lean back by inertia. At the same time, he felt a sharp arrow kiss on his chest, and the force of the impact almost knocked him off his horse. Relying on good riding skills, Hu Yijian was stunned to drag the war horse with one hand and one foot, relayed to the stirrup with his left foot, grabbed the saddle in time with his right hand, and stubbornly stuck to his mount.

Looking at the war horse behind him, slowing down, the horse's back was empty, and Milgeti smiled smugly. The opponent is still a little tender, but it's a pity that this chick encounters himself too early, otherwise, in a few years, he will grow into an archer as good as himself.