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[Today's third update is delivered! ] 】

Gao Meng rushed up from behind, and with a wave of his hand, he cut off the head of the Tatar cavalry. Cavalry against infantry, that's so easy. This knife just swept through the neck of the Tatar cavalry, and instantly separated his body. Under the impact of the waist knife, the head of the Tatar cavalryman, like a leather ball, kept rolling on the ground.

Regardless of the head of the Tatar cavalry, Xu Xingxia and the others continued to chase and fight. Thirty miles later, another horse of a Tatar cavalry neighed and fell to the ground. It is estimated that when they went south, the war horses walked too long and were already quite tired, but as a result, they were a little unbearable when they encountered such a fierce battle. This is also too careless on the part of the Tatars. They didn't even carry spare horses. If they had carried spare horses, this would not have happened. I can only say two words: I deserve it!

"Poof!"

"Poof!"

This time it was Liu Chuang's turn to seize the opportunity.

He rushed forward, bent down, and slashed at the Tatar cavalryman's neck. The Tatar cavalryman, who was also ferocious, lay on the ground, and desperately raised his sword to fight back. As a result, the Tatar cavalry pierced Liu Chuang's horse belly with a knife, Liu Chuang's war horse immediately fell to his knees, and Liu Chuang himself was also thrown out. However, before Liu Chuang fell, the waist knife had already slashed the head of the tartar. Although the sword was not hacked to death, the Tatar cavalryman was already seriously wounded.

After Liu Chuang was thrown down, he rolled on the ground a few times and staggered. As a result, another ass sat down. It seems that this time it was indeed a hard fall. Fortunately, he was a little stupid in his head, and even if he really fell stupid, it wouldn't be a big problem. Gao Meng rode over and cut off the seriously wounded Tatar cavalryman in the head. This is a touch-up. The final battle merit still has to be counted on Liu Chuang's body.

This Liu Chuang killed two Tartars and also lost two war horses. It is estimated that his war horses have a grudge against him, and if they are caught, they will have to die. Fortunately, Ningxia Town lacks everything, that is, there is no shortage of war horses. The Ming army's own war horse, the war horse of the Tartars, just bring one over at will. Exchanging two war horses for the surnames of two Tartars, this business was done.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

Over there, Xu Xingxia also took the opportunity to shoot two Tartars.

The war horses of the Tartars are indeed a big problem. The two Tartars ran as they ran, and their speed slowed down. The decrease in their speed means that Xu Xingxia is getting closer and closer to them, which means that they are getting closer and closer to the Ghost Gate. Sure enough, when the distance was shortened to one hundred and twenty or thirty meters, Xu Xingxia made a decisive move.

At this time, there was only one remaining Tartar cavalry. This Tartar's war horse is also strong, and after running such a long distance, it shows no signs of slowing down. He ran in front, and Xu Xingxia and the others chased after him.

"Probably a centurion of the Tartars!"

Zhang Quanfu exclaimed excitedly.

Xu Xingxia nodded.

He estimated that this Tartar should also be a centurion or something. The war horse under his crotch is definitely not an ordinary war horse. The Ming army in Ningxia Town, as well as the Tatar cavalry, basically used Mongolian horses, and there was not much difference. In Mongolian horses, there are really not many really good horses. The centurion in front of him is estimated to have a good horse.

"Keep it up, chase it!"

Xu Xingxia was thinking about this Tartar centurion's war horse.

The Tartar centurion he shot before, the war horse under his crotch, was nothing special. Therefore, Xu Xingxia didn't care much about his war horse, and directly regarded it as a trophy. But this war horse, Xu Xingxia decided to take it for himself. In the duel of cavalry, the important surname of a good horse is self-evident.

A group of four people chased after each other.

What does it mean to be imposing? Now they are like a rainbow!

Although there are only four people and four horses, they are completely out of momentum and indomitable. At this time, they don't say they are afraid and nervous, they don't have the slightest hesitation. Their only thought was to kill the Tartars. Whoever stands in front of them will be ruthlessly crushed by them.

This centurion of the Tartars, indeed the most ferocious and cunning character, found that someone was chasing after him, and he ran away desperately. He knew that the people behind him were very good at archery, and the range of the arrows was also very long, even if he turned back, he would not be able to kill the other party. Instead of taking the risk of shooting at the other side, it is better to concentrate on running.

Along the way, he constantly changed the direction of his escape, trying to get rid of Xu Xingxia and them. However, he was soon disappointed. This is the territory of the Ming Army in Ningxia Town, and it is on someone else's land, how can it be so easy to get rid of others?

Soon, Zhenyuan Pass passed. Further north, you will find Ulan Bu and the desert. Ulan Bu and the desert in the forty-fourth year of Wanli, to be precise, should be called Ulan Bu and the Gobi Desert, in the distance of hundreds of miles away from the town, there is no desert, only the endless Gobi Desert, which looks very empty and very desolate.

"Da Da Da!"

"Da Da Da!"

"Da Da Da!"

The sound of horses' hooves echoed in the empty Gobi Desert.

The Tartar centurion was the first to rush into the Gobi Desert, followed by Xu Xingxia and them, and the distance between the two sides was definitely no more than three hundred meters. Galloping all the way from Weizhen Fort to here, whether it was the war horse of the Tartars or the war horse of Xu Xingxia, they were a little tired. The speed of both sides slowed down invariably. However, no one shows signs of stopping.

Suddenly, in front of the centurion of the Tartars, a horse appeared, and there was a figure on horseback. Seeing a Tartar rushing in front of him, the figure was stunned and at a loss. As if he had picked up a life-saving straw, the centurion of the Tartar immediately rushed forward and copied the man as a hostage in front of him.

"Fuck it!"

Gao Meng scolded fiercely.

Xu Xingxia also had to stop the war horse.

He really didn't expect that in this vast Ulan Bu and Gobi desert, he would actually meet strangers. I didn't expect that the other party would be held hostage by the centurion of the Tartars. If this person appeared a little later, even if it was half an hour late, he would have been sure to kill the other party. Who knows, at this juncture, something happened to him.

The figure held hostage by the Tartar centurion looks like a businessman. He was probably in his forties, thin, with a small mustache, a blue silk gown and a sheepskin hat, and he looked a little decadent and funny. The horse he was riding on was indeed carrying two cloth bags, which were supposed to be cargo.

However, Xu Xingxia always felt that there was something strange in this. The businessmen who crossed Ulan Bu and the desert were basically caravans, at least dozens of people, dozens of horses, how could there be only one person? Crossing Ulan Bu and the desert alone to do business? Unless it's dead. Sand thieves who are active in the desert are never merciful.

"Boss ......"

Gao Meng said in a low tone.

He didn't say the latter words, but Xu Xingxia completely understood. Gao Meng's meaning is to ignore the life or death of this businessman, just kill the centurion of the Tartars. If there is any accident to this businessman, it is also his own fault. This kind of thinking is not strange at all in the stroke of the Ming sergeant. Originally, everyone is a person who licks blood with a knife, and it is very difficult to want them to respect the lives of others.

"You let me go, I'll let him go!"

The Tartar centurion actually knew a little Chinese, and said hard. He was indeed very scruple about Xu Xingxia, and when he spoke, the scimitar was always on the businessman's neck, and his eyes were staring at Xu Xingxia. Xu Xingxia had no doubt at all that if he did it himself, the other party would definitely cut the businessman's throat. It can be seen that the scimitar of the Tartar centurion is still very sharp, and as long as he pulls it lightly, the businessman is finished.

"Why?"

Xu Xingxia said coldly.

"My father is the leader of the Kyllegin tribe. If you kill me, my father will not stop, he will kill you. On the contrary, if you let me go back, I can guarantee that the warriors of our tribe will not come to disturb Ningxia Town in the future. ”

The centurion of the Tartars said slowly.

Don't look at how well he speaks Chinese, but the meaning is very clear. Obviously, he didn't dare to deceive Xu Xingxia with lies. Telling lies to a Ming archer who can shoot more than twenty in a row is definitely not a good choice. The businessman he captured was of little use. He didn't believe that the other party would care about this hostage.

Hellergin? Xu Xingxia vaguely felt that this name was very familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere. To be sure, he'd heard the name many times before. However, he wanted to describe it accurately, but he couldn't remember it. He had no choice but to look at Zhang Quanfu beside him. Zhang Quanfu's brain is still relatively flexible.

Sure enough, Zhang Quanfu said in a low voice: "It is a tribe active in the south of Yinshan, with about forty or fifty thousand people. They often went south along the banks of the Yellow River to harass our town of Ningxia and the town of Yansui in the east, killing many of us. The tragedy of the twenty-second year of Wanli has their share. In the Sibao tragedy in the thirtieth year of Wanli, the person who led the team was Helkin. ”

Xu Xingxia nodded thoughtfully. No wonder this name is so familiar, it turns out that their hands are stained with the blood of the soldiers and people of the Ming Kingdom. In the tragedy of Wanli 22, tens of thousands of people died in Ningxia Town. In the tragedy of the 30th year of Wanli, thousands of people died. If you're not familiar with the name, you're not human.

Geographically speaking, this Tatar Khairergin tribe is indeed very close to Ningxia Town. The area south of Yinshan is near today's Bayannur City in Inner Mongolia. From there to Ningxia Town, the distance is less than 700 miles. With the speed of the Tatar cavalry, it only took five days to reach the town of Ningxia. If you travel all night, you can get there in three days. No wonder they often attack Ningxia Town, dare to love at the doorstep!

There is no doubt that this kind of scum must not be put back. Xu Xingxia wouldn't believe his words. The Tatars of the Kylgin tribe must pay the price in blood for the tragedy they have committed before. Killing the son of the Hellerkin tribe is also a small warning to the Hellergin tribe. In the future, there are even bigger blows waiting for them.

Xu Xingxia stared at the centurion of the Tartar with blazing eyes, stuck a black feather arrow diagonally into the sand, and said slowly: "Let go of that person, I will have a fair duel with you." ”

The centurion of the Tartars hesitated. A fair duel? Fair duel, he really doesn't have much confidence. Through the battle just now, he has deeply understood how powerful Xu Xingxia's archery skills are. If the two of them shoot at each other, there is a ninety percent chance that he will die. However, Xu Xingxia had already stuck all his arrows in the sand, and if he refused to duel, it meant that he admitted that he had lost. This is also unbearable for him.

Xu Xingxia said coldly: "If you don't even have the courage to fight, even if you go back to the Tatar tribe, I'm afraid it's better to live than to die!" ”

The face of the Tartar centurion suddenly stiffened. Xu Xingxia's words just hit his death hole. Indeed, if he didn't even dare to duel and ran back to the desert in disgrace, what was waiting for him would definitely not be flowers and applause. His father, I'm afraid, will be ashamed of him too. He also wants to inherit the leader of the tribe, dream!

Xu Xingxia's arrows stuck diagonally in the sand actually represent the customs of the Mongols, and represent the duel of warriors. Unless he himself admits that he is a coward, he must accept the challenge. However, if he wants to fight a decisive battle with the Ming army in front of him, he is really not sure! Xu Xingxia's momentum completely shocked him.

Xu Xingxia turned over and dismounted, and said coldly: "Your war horse is very tired, I don't take advantage of you, we won't duel on horseback." I will not take advantage of you with bows and arrows. We are both twenty feet apart! ”

At this point, the Tartar centurion, unable to dodge any longer, had to push the hostages away from his hands, jump off his horse, pack his bow and arrows, and prepare for a duel. If he didn't even accept such a challenge, even if he went back to the Helgen tribe, his father would have kicked him out of the door. The Hellerkin tribe can't afford to lose this man.

Xu Xingxia slowly lowered the iron-backed bow and said in a deep voice: "Come on!" ”

With that, he walked step by step towards the centurion of the Tartars.

The face of the Tartar centurion was blue and white, and his hands holding the bow and arrows couldn't help but tremble slightly. He really didn't have the confidence to defeat Xu Xingxia, but he had to walk towards Xu Xingxia hard.

The distance between the two is getting closer and closer.

Xu Xingxia slowly raised the iron-backed bow and mounted the black feather arrow.

The Tartar centurion also raised his compound bow and mounted the goose feather arrow.

"Whoosh!"

The Tartar Centurion struck first.

The whistling arrows shot head-on towards Xu Xingxia, as fast as a meteor.

Xu Xingxia raised the iron-backed bow, lightning opened the bow, and the string reached the full moon, and gently let go.

"Whoosh!"

The Black Feather Arrow roared away.

In mid-air, the Black Feather Arrow knocked the Yanling Arrow away, castrated unabated, and shot deep into the lower abdomen of the Tartar centurion. The body of the Tartar centurion slowly paralyzed, and the bow and arrow in his hand also fell to the ground. He really failed.

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