When everyone heard that there were chasing soldiers, they hurriedly got on their horses and prepared to escape, but Liu Ziguang said: "Don't panic, all dismount, form a circle with horses, we have a shield." "Liu Ziguang's decision is correct, everyone is not a professional rider, the degree of the stagecoach is difficult to compete with the elite horses, the pursuit of the Mongolian cavalry is very terrifying, as long as they are targeted, they can continue to pursue for several days and nights, eating, drinking, Lasa are on the horse, and can distinguish the horse's hoof prints, and any camouflage can not escape their wolf-like eyes, and now the one who is rushing to the front is no longer Da Yuer's Imperial Forest Army, but the Mongolian Horqin tribe's rangers, and the leader is Da Yuer's nephew, the current Mongolian No. 1 brave general, Nashun Gerile.

After receiving the warning from the palace, the cavalry of the Shun Geril was the first to react, when the cavalry of the white flag was still saddle the horses and sand the belly belt, the Mongolian army had already rushed out of the camp, and half of them were riding naked horses without saddles, but this did not affect their control, these Mongolian athletes have lived on horseback since they were children, and they are almost the same with or without saddles.

Each of them carried sixty arrows, of which thirty were light arrows fired from a distance, thirty heavy arrows fired at close range, as well as weapons such as a saber or a macerlet, spear, and halberd, and rarely used armor, and most of them were light leather armor, and the whole was mobile and lightweight.

The sound of thunderous horses' hooves sounded from behind, in the face of the impact of this group of cavalry, no one could avoid being flustered, Liu Ziguang turned his head to look at the heaven and earth hidden in the horses, these big heroes who were bullish on weekdays were already pale, trembling slightly, thinking that it was also a battle between hundreds of people, where had I seen such a thousand cavalry charge, Dai Wenpei, the little girl was no exception, hugged her younger brother tightly to her chest, her lips trembled slightly, and there was a trace of fear in her eyes.

Liu Ziguang smiled slightly: "Don't be afraid of me." Without waiting for the little girl to react, she looked around and said to a few of her subordinates from the Red Shirt Regiment around her: "How are the cavalry of the Mongolian army compared to the Manchu chain of horses?" "Zha Muhe, Zhong Shouyong and others are all old comrades-in-arms who have seen the first strong army of the Manchu Dynasty under the city of Liguo Iron Factory, and they are the most elite troops of the Manchu Dynasty at the peak of the Qing Dynasty, and they are heavy cavalry, in terms of momentum, they are much stronger than these Mongolian troops who are not even equipped with armor in the distance, and everyone laughs contemptuously: "The chain horses have been broken, and you are afraid of this?" "I think that when the chain of horses was broken, my back was against the fortified city and there was the cover of the steam crossbow, so I could win, but now it is a circle of only a few dozen war horses in the wilderness, and the personnel have walked dozens of miles, how to resist the impact of the Mongol army.

Of course, there is a way, Liu Ziguang pushed Xuan Ye down to the front, he was wearing bright yellow royal armor, which was the best shield, and the Mongols had to have scruples in the face of their own emperor no matter how bloodthirsty they were.

Sure enough, when Nashun Geril saw his emperor's nephew in front of him from the clairvoyant mirror, he waved his hand in hatred to stop his subordinates from preparing to release arrows.

The sound of horses' hooves shook the mountains, the tide-like procession, the rough and fierce faces, the dirty clothes and the heads screamed wildly in the form of pincers, and the Mongols brandished bows and arrows and scimitars and whistled but did not attack, apparently throwing rats.

Na Shun Geril came over with a face and shouted to Liu Ziguang from afar: "Quickly release the emperor, and my Shun Geril will ensure your safety." ”

"Phew, how old are you, how can I believe you?" Liu Ziguang replied, he also broke out in a cold sweat, if the Mongols attacked Kangxi's death regardless of Kangxi's death, these people would be confessed here today, fortunately their own treasure bet was right, these Mongols were loyal to the Qing Dynasty's Horqin Division, not the Chahar Division, which had just been defeated.

"I am the descendant of Genghis Khan, the highest eagle flying on the steppe, and you are qualified to doubt me?" Na Shun Geril was very angry, pointed at Liu Ziguang with a horse whip, and scolded, he didn't have much time to adjust the Fengtai camp, and he didn't speak fluent Chinese, and he didn't know a well-known person like Liu Ziguang.

"Do you still know who I am, Shungeril?" Zamuhe suddenly shouted, and the hilt of the knife in his hand seemed to be crushed by him.

Nashun Geril looked at Zamuhe very contemptuously and sneered: "Who was I at that time, I was originally a defeated general of the Chahar Ministry, speaking of which, Changsheng Heaven can be regarded as bless you, but you are not dead yet, by the way, your wife is now my slave girl, every day I have to spend the night in her tent, you Chahar women are coquettish." It turned out that Zamuhe was captured in the battle with Nashun Geril, and later fell into the hands of the Qing army and the Ming army, and finally became a slave of the Liguo Iron Works, this bitter hatred will not be forgotten by any means.

Zamuhe's wrestling kung fu and archery skills are already outstanding in the red shirt group, but it is still the defeat of Nashun Gerile's men, which shows the strength of the enemy's quality, Liu Ziguang hurriedly pressed Zamuhe's shoulder, stopped his impulsive behavior, and shouted at Nashun Gerile: "I don't care who your emperor does in my hands, if you mess around, I will kill him and see how you deal with him." Kangxi's two hands were framed, and the hat on his head also fell off, revealing the handsome and stubborn face of the young man, he wanted to shout and let Nashun Geril release the arrow, but his mouth was strangled by Liu Ziguang with a strip of cloth, and he couldn't speak, looking at the suffering nephew Nashun Gerile's steel teeth, he didn't dare to attack without permission, let alone let go of the enemy's anger without permission, his beard stood up, and he whipped and shouted: "The Han people are cowardly, let go of the hostages, let's have a fair competition, if you win, let you go." Liu Ziguang sneered: "You are stupid to me, the hostages must not be released, if you want to compete, grandpa will accompany you." Liu Ziguang also knew that no general would have the courage to let them go without permission, if he was not mistaken, Da Yu'er was already on the way to pursue, and it might be a good choice to have a joust before she arrived, which would not only delay time, but also deter the Mongols.

Na Shun Ge Rile also thinks the same, this arrogant Han man in front of him seems to be a leader, as long as he is killed, the Han people will have no backbone, and they will not worry about the emperor's nephew not being able to save him.

The two of them had their minds in one place, and they both smiled sinisterly, and walked to one place, looking at each other, Nashun Geril, who was one meter nine tall and weighed more than two hundred pounds, was definitely a big man, compared to Zamuhe, who was only less than one meter seven, and it was understandable that he was defeated under his hands.

"Han people, what do you say?" Nashungeril said contemptuously.

"Feel free to do anything anyway, you're dead." Liu Ziguang said in a more contemptuous tone. As the first warrior of Mongolia, Na Shungeril still has the minimum cultivation to have it, so naturally he will not compare his lips with a person who is about to die, he sneered and said: "Then let's compare wrestling." This is clearly a bully, that Shun Ge Le tiger back bear waist man tall horse, Liu Ziguang's figure of one meter seven six in front of him is like a bean sprout, the two of them each untied the bow and arrow at their waists and the saber came together, the Mongolian soldiers retreated back a distance, leaving an open space for them to compete.

Nashungeril unbuttoned his silk robe, revealing his strong chest muscles and black chest hair, and walked around as if in demonstration, and the Mongol soldiers all shouted wildly in Mongolian, presumably cheering for their general.

Liu Ziguang hugged his arms and waited on the side, waiting for Nashun Geril to perform enough, and then said coldly: "Let's start." That Shun Geril pretended to be a casual aisle, Liu Ziguang's side suddenly burst out, a pair of bear claws directly grabbed Liu Ziguang's shoulders, and with a twist of his body, he wanted to trip Liu Ziguang to the ground.

But Liu Ziguang did not move, no one noticed that his feet had stepped deep into the soil, although Liu Ziguang did not tie the horse, but the two legs were like iron, and the lower plate was extremely stable, that Shun Ge Rile was furious, and the force again, but it still did not work, Liu Ziguang suddenly pulled out his leg and stretched one leg into the whole person between the legs of Na Shun Ge Rile, and knelt to the side, this move is a very simple kneeling leg in folk martial arts, if it is used by ordinary people, it is not effective to scratch the boots at all, but Liu Ziguang is a fierce man like Liu Ziguang, it is different, then Shun Ge Rile can't help but blow out of balance, and slam to the ground。

Liu Ziguang pounced on him, and a choke lock grabbed his neck, what kind of wrestling is this, it is clearly an unlimited fight.

Nashun Grile, who was stuck in the neck, yelled angrily: "The Han people don't count!" Liu Ziguang turned over and got up and asked lazily: "I'm not a Mongolian, I haven't learned wrestling, you have to compare wrestling, I can only use Chinese martial arts to play with you, what's the trick." At this time, Shun Ge Rile already understood that this Han man was by no means an idle person, and he might not be able to take advantage of a head-to-head confrontation, so he said: "I want to compete with you for arrows." ”

"No problem, how can you compare?" Liu Ziguang said indifferently.

"We were a hundred paces apart and shot arrows at each other until one of us was killed." Nashun Geril said viciously.

"Okay, up to you." Liu Ziguang went back to the battle to take a bow and arrow, and said anxiously: "That Shun Gerile's archery skills are extremely high, and even I am not his opponent, you should compare with him." Liu Ziguang smiled indifferently: "Big brother, you still don't know my archery skills, wait to see a good show." ”