Seeing the big wave of Tartars rushing over on horseback, Hao Jian and Ran Wu glanced at each other, Ran Wu nodded, and let out a long roar: "Break the formation!" “

After finishing speaking, the war horse under his crotch accelerated sharply, surpassed Hao Jian, became the first person in the queue, and became the sword of the entire formation.

The twenty light cavalry quickly changed their formation, quickly adjusting from the original two-person group to a cone-shaped formation.

Hao Jian took a deep breath, pulled out a special arrow from the quiver next to the saddle, bent the bow and set the arrow, headed southwest, drew the bow like a full moon, and shot the arrow into the sky.

The arrow left the string, and a long scream came out of the air, which could be clearly heard from ten miles away.

It's a chirp!

The Tartar side also began to change formations in the process of running, and also formed a sparse and loose triangular formation, which looked much wider than the dense formation of Hao Jian's cavalry.

They brandished their scimitars and shouted, and the thin tail of the money rat dangled behind their heads with the bumps, and their hideous faces carried the usual arrogance and cruelty.

The horses' hooves thundered, and the teams on both sides got closer and closer.

Hao Jian felt that his heartbeat was getting faster and faster, as if the sound of the running horses' hooves gradually became synchronized, which could really be said to be the thunder of the drums.

He tried his best to suppress the panic and nervousness in his heart, tightened his mask, and looked at Ran Wu, who was lying on horseback in front of him, and the panic in his heart seemed to have calmed down a little, and he became firm again.

Both sides have begun to accelerate, dozens of war horses flying in the air with four hooves, in the early morning of this midsummer, raising the loess in the sky, adding to the atmosphere of Xiao Suo's slaughter in this small-scale battle.

The distance between the two sides was getting closer and closer, and Hao Jian could even see clearly the black blindfold on the face of the stout tartar who rushed to the front through the gap in his visor, it was a one-eyed guy, and there was an ugly scar like a centipede across his face, making him look even more ferocious and full of anger.

The weapon in this man's hand was not the same as the other Tartars, but a scarred mace with several broken teeth.

Hao Jian took a deep breath, knowing that the guys who can use heavy weapons like maces are generally strong men in the army, and they are all used as characters who charge into battle.

In that case, let me use you to fulfill my honor as lord.

Hao Jian took another deep breath and aimed his bow and arrow at the centipede-faced guy on the bumpy warhorse.

At this time, the Tartars on the opposite side also took off the bows and arrows on their backs and began to aim at Hao Jian's side.

This is a confrontation before the hand-to-hand encounter, and at most two or three arrows can be fired, which is basically a face-to-face tragic fight.

The centipede-faced Tartar obviously also saw Hao Jian's movements, looking at Hao Jian's coquettish and eye-catching armor, he screamed, took off the bow behind his back, and said something in Tartar words, causing the Tartar behind him to shout.

Although Hao Jian didn't understand Tartar dialect, he could probably guess that the other party regarded him as a big fish, and he also wanted to use his own head to go back to receive the reward.

Hao Jian's eyes narrowed, since this is the case, then come on, let's see which of us dies first.

Estimating the distance, almost to the point where one blow was sure to hit, Hao Jian slowly pulled the bow to pull the bowstring to the extreme, and his hand, which was originally a little trembling, became stable at this moment.

"Die!" Hao Jian shouted, and as soon as his right hand was released, the eagle arrow shot out, piercing the air, and even let out a slight whining sound, shooting towards the centipede-faced tartar.

Almost at the same time, the bow in the centipede-faced tartar's hand was also released, and an arrow roared towards Hao Jian.

Both sides fired their arrows almost simultaneously.

For a distance of forty or fifty paces, an arrow is instantaneous.

After Hao Jian sent out the arrow, he didn't make any extra movements, threw his bow, and raised the silver shield hanging on the saddle with his left hand and quickly blocked it in front of him.

Almost as soon as he was ready to do this, the centipede-faced Tartar's arrow came to him, slammed headlong into the large shield, and made a piercing grinding sound, and then the shaft of the arrow broke in two from the force of the impact.

The centipede-faced tartars were not so lucky, they were not wearing armor or shields, so Hao Jian's arrow undoubtedly hit him.

Seeing that the arrow was about to hit his heart, he moved half of his body at the last moment, and the carved arrow was deeply inserted from his right chest, leaving only half of the arrow shaft outside, which shows the great power of Hao Jian's arrow.

The centipede-faced tartar let out a long cry, and his left hand grabbed the half of the shaft of the arrow on his chest and slammed it hard, enduring the sharp pain in his chest, and the shaft of the arrow split in two.

With the arrow shaft still on the ground, the centipede-faced tartar roared like an enraged man-bear, jerked the war horse under his crotch, and rushed towards Hao Jian and them even more violently with the mace in his right hand.

He swore he would blow the guy who shot himself in the head with a stick!

Hao Jian was also taken aback by this guy's rage and death, damn it, is this still a human being, and he dares to be so arrogant even when the arrow is half-inserted.

Since you are so arrogant, then Lao Tzu doesn't believe in evil anymore, so you have to cut off your dog's head!

Although Hao Jian was taken aback, he was also aroused by the behavior of the centipede-faced tartar, and as soon as he gritted his teeth, the lord's sword in his hand was held tighter.

The mount under the crotch seemed to feel the master's mind, and without urging, he sped up his speed, and carried four hooves like flying, stepping on the wind.

At this time, the arrows on the Tartar's side also shot one after another, but when they landed on Hao Jian and Ran Wu, they either collapsed and flew like a giant shield or were blocked by the heavy armor on their bodies, making a clanging sound.

The light cavalry behind them were all leather armor, and they didn't have such good protection ability, and when they saw the arrows coming, they had already used small round shields to block the critical position in front of them, and lowered their bodies to reduce the probability of being hit by arrows.

Most of them were unharmed, except that only the hussars were shot through the unarmored thigh by a Tartar arrow, and one through the left arm.

The brigade continued to hedge, unaffected by the damage.

After the Tartar released another wave of arrows, the two sides were already facing each other.

Ran Wu took the lead, blocking with a big shield in his left hand, and swinging a big sword in his right hand, crashing into the Tartar formation like a cannonball.

One of the Tartars was knocked away by the force of his impact, and one of the Tartars behind him was flipped over.

Ran Wu didn't blink his eyes, the whole person was wrapped in heavy armor that only showed his eyes, like a silent humanoid big killer, the long sword pushed horizontally, and cut off the scimitar of a tartar that came up without hindrance, and then cut off half of his body, before the scarlet blood had time to erupt, Ran Wu had already broken into the front.

Hao Jian's blood was stretching, and his hand holding the big shield and long sword tightened, and with a roar, he rushed towards the centipede-faced tartar who pounced on him.