Chapter 214: Life and Death Chase

Oops! ”

After an exclamation, the arrow grunted and fell off the horse in the first Yuan soldier, although the arrow wound was only in the arm of the arrow, but there were tens of thousands of iron hooves behind him. （）

"Stupid, change the shooter with strong arms to the front of the line and shoot him for me!."

Sun Rui also has a shooter with super arm strength, but he didn't rush to the front of the team, he thinks that after changing it, he will definitely be able to shoot the person in front of him off the horse, and then trample him into mud and let out a bad breath.

Unknowingly, Sun Rui also rushed to the forefront of the team, and the three powerful archers with high and long arms also urged the horse to change to the front, and there was no need to give any more orders, the three of them pulled their bows like a full moon, and released several arrows in a row.

Sure enough, the range of the arrow was a lot longer, but the strength was not very strong after shooting, and it poked a few times on the big black horse's buttocks, and its tail flicked up in pain and sped up.

Zhao Tianyou turned around and looked back, and the three powerful shooters were very conspicuous among the pursuers.

"It's a master, dare to shoot our big black ass, it's damned!"

The big black horse snorted, indicating that its ass was not too satisfied, and Zhao Tianyou needed to take action quickly and get his face back.

"Okay, don't worry, just dodge some arrows, I'll definitely kill a few of them in a while, but if you do it now, it's easy to scare them away!" There is a willow forest ahead, if Zhao Tianyou is shooting out a series of arrows and killing those three powerful shooters, he is afraid that Sun Rui will have doubts in his heart and dare not break into the woods, then his efforts will be wasted.

But it can't fight back at all, this heat is very difficult to handle, and after a while, Zhao Tianyou turned around and shot a few arrows, really not to kill a few, but as long as the Yuan soldiers fall off the horse, the speed of the pursuit will be slightly affected, and it will not get too close to the Yuan soldiers.

Although the horses of the Song army came from the Yuan soldiers, but the riding skills and horse raising skills were not as good as the Yuan soldiers, after passing through the willow forest, the speed of the Song army in front slowed down, and gradually began to have sporadic soldiers fall behind and die in the chaotic army behind them.

Zhao Tianyou was anxious but helpless, so he could only keep turning back and shooting arrows, so as to slightly suppress the impact speed of the Yuan soldiers' forwards and keep a relatively safe distance as much as possible.

"Hahaha, they can't feed the horses, they just run as far as they can, they have diarrhea, brothers cheer me up, I can't let any of them go!"

Sun Rui looked at several batches of horses left behind by the Song army, and couldn't help but be overjoyed, with this horse raising technology, these cavalry were all given for nothing. The advantage of Mongolian horses is that they have good endurance, and they are not picky about eating forage, which can be said to be extremely worry-free and labor-saving war horses, compared to the golden body of other breeds, and the horses that love to be sick if they eat forage are not several times stronger.

However, the black-clothed knight at the end of the Song army's team is not only powerful in archery, but the big dark horse under the seat is also a divine horse, and the arrows shot by so many good hands have been actively dodged by it, and Sun Rui has fallen in love with such a big dark horse in his heart.

"Don't shoot that horse, shoot people for me!"

As soon as this order was given, several archers in front almost vomited blood, they were originally pursuing from behind, and they had to overcome distance and speed to barely reach the range. Who will teach us!

Seeing that General Sun liked the big black horse, he was dissatisfied and couldn't say anything, these archers could only do their best, but they were afraid of hurting the horses. When shooting the arrow, he hesitated, but he lost the pull of the bow, and after the arrow was shot, he couldn't even touch the butt of the big black horse.

Several archers looked sad, and they felt that they had to be scolded if they couldn't keep up with the range, but Sun Rui didn't say anything at this time, but still urged the team to speed up the pursuit, and these archers learned it at once.

"Boom."

A few people do a good job, and the bow and arrow are slightly recovered when they are off the string, so that the bow and arrow shot out are always a little worse, and they can't shoot people or horses, and others can't see anything wrong.

Zhao Tianyou and the big dark horse felt weird, why did the Yuan Army shooter have no strength? Or are their generals suspicious and don't want to continue the pursuit? But hasn't the speed slowed down much?

At this time, there are still three or four miles away from Balizhuang, if the Yuan soldiers give up the pursuit at this time, it is really a waste of their previous efforts, and the more than a dozen Song soldiers who died because of horses are not wasting their lives in vain, and this result is unacceptable.

Sun Rui was in the first queue at this time, but he was in the instinct of self-preservation, and he kept leaning slightly on the side in an inconspicuous position, in order to avoid being injured by the arrows shot from the front. But Zhao Tianyou's eyes could still be seen clearly in the night, and he had long known that it was a general who led the team to press the formation on the flank.

Zhao Tianyou gritted his teeth, took out a few feather arrows and put them in his hand, bent his bow and arrows and shot continuously, this time there was no specific aim, but the blind cat touched the dead mouse and shot a powerful shooter in the face.

"Oops, my eyes!"

After screaming, the shooter threw away the longbow in his hand, held the feathered arrow that had been shot into the eye socket with both hands, and pulled it out with a gritted tooth, and the bloody eyeball was brought out and hung on the edge of the eye socket.

"Whew...... Ah, I'm going to kill you! ”

The archer pulled a strip of cloth in his left hand, blocking his bleeding eyes, and with his right hand, he pulled his knife from his waist and raised it in the air and whistled. But there was a distance of dozens of steps in the middle, how could he touch a hair of Zhao Tianyou, and then the angry injured archer turned the scimitar upside down and cut a knife on his horse's buttocks.

"Slippery!"

I only heard the screams of the war horse under his seat, and after the pain on his buttocks, his hooves flew over, and he stimulated the potential of milking, stood out from the Yuan army of the whole team, and rushed to the target in front of him desperately.

"Yes, yes, the goal has been achieved!"

Zhao Tianyou lightly knocked the big black horse, and the slight slowness of the speed made the archer with a scimitar chase after him, and the distance between the front and back was only a few horses.

Sun Rui looked at the back and was happy in his heart, and shouted forward: "Take him down for me, and reward me with a hundred taels of gold." ”

It didn't matter if it was a heavy reward, and immediately two more people in the team drew their short knives and struck at their horses. In the hearts of the Mongolian cavalry, the war horse is his most important combat material, and even a lifelong comrade-in-arms, who eats and sleeps with each other, and rarely hurts his mount.

But today, these few are earnest for their meritorious service, and they have already given up their fame, not to mention their own war horses.

At this time, the team running in the forefront had already rushed into Balizhuang, and the Song army on both sides was waiting anxiously, the letter incense in their hands had been lit, and they were all guarding the connection of the fuse, ready for the Song army's team to detonate immediately after passing by.

Zhao Tianyou took the longbow on his back, stretched out his hand and pulled out the knife, turned around and pointed at the one-eyed archer chasing behind him, and smiled at him.

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