Ding Yi didn't hesitate any longer, and immediately said to Chen San: "You put away all the ropes of the kite stall, and then go to the woods over there to meet us; Others, pick up clothes and put them on...... Pack up your weapons! Follow me! ”

This is not the city of Beijing ring after ring after a few hundred years, there are still woods in this suburb, although the branches and leaves are not lush in winter and spring, but for Ding Yi, who wants to ride on foot, there is no doubt that this is the geographical advantage he can take advantage of. So he picked up the short soldiers left behind by the killers, carried two long knives, and led Hu Shan and them to the jungle.

And Chen San knew the meaning of the song when he heard the strings, not only carried the burden of the killer who sold kites on the horse, but also took the nail rake that the old woman who sold raw fruits had no chance to use until she died, and used it as a flat shoulder, turned over and ran towards the woods, and went to the edge of the forest to catch up with Ding Yi and them, unloaded the things, and only listened to Ding Yi's instructions: "Sweep away the footprints and abandon the horse." ”

Chen San listened to the admiration for Ding Yi in his heart, not because he was blindly obedient, but because he understood horses.

Riding this horse to rush back to kill just now, if it weren't for his good riding skills, those killers would be in the middle of the rout, I'm afraid they wouldn't have been able to rush back at all. No matter how spiritual a horse is, it is not a human after all. Half of Chen San's face was burned, he could grit his teeth and endure it, but Ma San's face was burned, and he couldn't bear it.

In the process of running, it will always turn its burned face to the side, otherwise it will not be able to stand the pain when the wind blows, so it will always deviate as soon as it runs; That's all it takes, and if the horse's ass hurts, it runs fast, and its face is windward, and when it is fast, the relative wind speed is fast, and when it hurts, it slows down, and even stops running, and wants to ride it to fight. Unless, like Fang Cai, it's okay to encounter those scattered enemies who are dying, otherwise it's no different from suicide.

So when Chen San saw Ding Yi glance at the horse, he asked him to abandon the horse, but he admired it even more in his heart. It's just that he doesn't know what Ding Yi is thinking about, but it's not this problem, but whether it's Chen San, or anyone here, with cavalry fighting against cavalry, one-on-one may not be able to win against an opponent who grew up on horseback. Not to mention a pair of tens, not to mention that the other party has a bow. So many of these horses have no other purpose than to expose the traces of their own group.

The scimitar in Tomusiha's hand had slashed down no less than seven or eight rout killers, and the blood had brought him back to the feeling of being on the battlefield, which he felt was good for him. A companion on the side came over and asked, "Nayan, let's kill these Ming dogs." Will it cause trouble? "Nayan is the Mongolian word for chief. Ten thousand households are called Tumian Nayan, a thousand households are Minhan Nayan, a hundred households are Zawen Nayan, and the ten captains are Albana Yan.

Throwing off the blood drops on the knife, Tomusiha put it back into its sheath, he didn't make a sound, just watched his companion get off his horse and pull out the feathered arrows from the fallen corpses, there was no quality control system these days, and the weight and feathers of each arrow were different. It also leads to a different trajectory of flight, which is also the reason why ancient arrows will be engraved with their own names, so that they can be easily retrieved, if the archer does not let him use his own arrows. The accuracy is definitely greatly discounted.

"Don't worry." He said to his companion that although he knew very well that the grassland was not ready for war, he was not worried about letting the war come early. Because he could see that these people who were killed by them were all people who had fled, and they also had kung fu in their hands, and they were definitely not civilians, they must have been killed and scattered by their opponents. The dozen or so of them rode just a little bit of muscle and bone and a hand fetish.

Besides, did he still let the Ming dog rush up and tear off the horse? So Tomusiha didn't worry about how it ended at all.

At this time, his subordinates had already packed up their belongings, and Tomusiha pointed at the whip: "The Ming dog surnamed Feng, said that he wanted to give me a gift, go, and see what it is!" If you can't satisfy me, don't want to be happy in the grassland! "Those companions were hahadaxiao, and they followed behind Tumsiha and rode away.

And when Tomusiha and his party ran to the green place, they were greeted by the bazaar full of stumps and blood. No one is disgusted, no one is sick to their stomachs, they have been used to killing since they were children on the grassland, and they are also used to seeing blood and death, not to mention that the men who follow Tumsiha are all men who have passed through the battlefield, where will they take this scene in their eyes.

Then, Tumsiha saw the gift that the Feng family had to give him.

The Ming dog that he still can't let go, the guy who can't refute the price of his horse: Ding Yi.

Ding Yi was standing at the edge of the woods, holding a knife in his hand and another knife behind him.

"You're not running away?" Tomusiha asked with interest.

Ding Yi shook his head: "You don't dare to kill me, just as I won't kill you, you and I can't afford to provoke a war." ”

"I can't talk about you." Tumsiha shook his head, obviously he was not ready to engage in verbal entanglement with Ding Yi, and when he pressed the horse price, he had already learned enough lessons, "But you are wrong, because after you die here, I will help you report to the official, saying that I saw your body on the spot, and I don't know who killed you." Do it! ”

Behind him, his companions took their bows and hung their strings, and drew their feathered arrows.

Then Tumsiha's jaw almost fell to the ground, because since he came to Daming, he had never seen such a civil official! Although Ding Yi had just obtained the official status of the county Cheng a few days ago, for Tumusha, Ding Yi, who negotiated the price of horses with him, was a civil official of the Ming Kingdom. It's just a matter of carrying a double knife, mainly because he doesn't pay attention to the official body at all, and he is hanging the strings here, and he didn't see Ding Yiyi say a few words sternly, so he ran away? I really ran away!

"Chase!" The evaluation and disgust of Ding Yi in his heart became deeper, and as soon as the horse whip was pointed, several companions rushed out on horseback, these people really grew up on horseback, and they walked with all lap legs, that equestrian was definitely not a joke, just a few steps had already accelerated, and when he ran into the forest, he was only three or five steps away from Ding Yi.

But a sense of crisis that has been on the battlefield for a long time has made the people of Warat, in addition to the first two horses, the Warats behind have slowed down, they smell a smell, the smell of death, this kind of vigilance for the crisis is not only Ding Yi, the warriors who have experienced the baptism of blood and fire for a long time will more or less have a little bit of this inexplicable sixth sense.

And this feeling did save the horseman.

When the first two horsemen rushed into the forest for three or four steps, it was like the tragedy of Ding Yi's subordinates, and the people and horses were all cut off by the rope, but Ding Yi did not have the ability to pull kites by the killer who sold kites, so the rope was tied to the dark place between the trees. Outside, the sun was shining, and the dark corners of the forest were enough to ignore the rope before it hung with blood.

"Ahh Damn Ming dog! Timsiha couldn't help but roar, his subordinates are all old soldiers, death is not terrible, for them, but they shouldn't die so silently! He approached, pulled out the scimitar and cut at the rope, who knew that the first blow was not cut, and it took several times to cut the rope that took the lives of his two men, and took out the forest to look at the sun, this rope that looks like a hemp rope, but it is a thin rope made of hair and iron wire and cow tendon, although it is not as slender and transparent as the nylon rope hundreds of years later, but it is impossible to tear it with both hands.

"Dismount, be careful!" He quickly came to his senses from his rage, knowing very well that anger would only increase his own casualties, and that it was the truth that the withering of life on the battlefield had taught him, so profound that it could alert him in an instant: his opponents wanted him to be angry.

Short, powerful commands quickly came out of the mouths of Tumsiha, and the dismounted Warats were not vulnerable to dismounting, and although the legs that supported their strong bodies seemed a little ridiculous, if anyone let their guard down because of this, the thick legs and feet that could hold the horses would definitely not miss the opportunity to kick and break the bones of their opponents.

They didn't search in a horizontal line, nor did they line up in a long line to move forward one after another. They were like wolves, and although they did not have formal training as Ding Yi, they learned how to hunt their opponents after years of fighting, and they quickly formed a formation in groups of several people.

The further you went into the woods, the darker it became, except for the slight sound of leather boots carefully stepping on the dirt, there was only a long and steady breath, and the cry of the birds, neither Ding Yi nor the Warats disturbed the birds' rest...... But soon in the north-western corner of the woods, the sound of birds flapping their wings was heard, and although it was not night, and there were not many birds and finches that stayed on the branches, it was enough for experienced hunters.

As soon as he raised his hand, he gently patted the shoulder of his companion beside him, and pointed to the northwest, and immediately the man rushed away with four or five of his men. When the enemy's traces are discovered, they no longer care about exposing their existence, but this kind of momentum of birds and beasts flying can bring the opponent's mental oppression and take the lead!

As for the kind of rope that took the lives of their two companions, generally speaking, unless it was really like a galloping horse and the speed reached that level, let alone the rope of this era, even the nylon rope hundreds of years later, would not cut people in half, right? Besides, they were going to kill people and not a race, so it was unlikely that they would really throw off their arms and sprint with all their might, so he didn't worry about what kind of rope could cause any more problems for his men.

He was even more afraid of Ding Yi's backhand, because he still had a dozen or so people on his side, enough to deal with any of Ding Yi's backhands - this was not a killing field specifically for their dozen horsemen, for a battlefield regular like Tumsiha, through the stump of that scene, he was very sure of this, those scattered Ming and Ding Yi were the opponents. Maybe there's more than one person on Ding Yi's side, but who cares? What if there are 100 people on Ding Yi's side? The men of the grassland never care about the number of people, if there are many people, they will win, and the Ming Kingdom will have already leveled all the departments of the grassland! (To be continued......)