Eshua didn't pay attention to how many men he sent to fight him in a second battle, he just clamped the horse's belly, and was bent on catching up with the red stallion. However, Esher soon found that the distance between the two sides seemed to be a few steps away from each other, but in fact it was a barrier that was difficult to cross. Although he rode the same fine steeds that grew in the grasslands, his qualities were greatly overwhelmed by the stallions in every way. In addition, the stallion does not need to carry the weight of the rider, so the difference in speed is even more distinct. It was a doomed and futile chase. The stallion walked Esher with ease, looking back from time to time, and the movement of his facial features arranged in a rather human, mocking expression. At this moment, the three riders on Zhu Da's side had already arrived at the horse. These uninvited guests alerted the stallion, and it turned into a cloud of red smoke on the other side of the herd. The riders couldn't catch up with the stallions, but it was more than enough to intercept Estheu—and that's exactly what they were meant to do.

Eshu quickly glanced around, and the trio of men in this round were dressed in the same outfits as the two guards he had previously slain, holding slender lassos made of pliable wood with nooses tied at the ends. A piece of leather was tied to the end of the pole, revealing a sharp cold light, which was a sharp piece of iron. After this transformation, the long poles in the hands of these riders could be used to lass the horses and turn them around to become riding spears of astonishing length.

Without any warning or warning, the three horsemen had already launched a brazen attack on Eshua as soon as they had completed the siege on him. It was not at the same time, but there was a wonderful time difference: the guard who was in front of Eshu was the first to strike, and the lasso at the end was flexibly cocked like a soft whip. Eschu raised his knife and slashed, but after the severed spear in the first battle slashed his throat, the saber in his hand was already dull, and the lasso was far more flexible than Eschu had expected. After all, the knife failed to cut the rope directly, and the blade was caught in mid-air. The rider pulls back with the momentum, and the lasso is tightened with the back of the knife as the force point. Before Ei Xiu could pull it back, two sets of horse poles on both sides of him also arrived, one holding the neck of Eshy's mount, and the other falling from the sky and wrapping around Eshy's neck.

Estheu released the reins with his left hand and tugged at the lasso to prevent it from tightening around his neck. Although Eshua had an absolute advantage in terms of strength, it was difficult for him to wrestle in three directions at the same time for a while: his right hand holding the knife was still in a stalemate in mid-air at the moment; The mount under the crotch had been forcibly twisted by the lasso, involuntarily so as not to be strangled and suffocated; And Estheu's left hand couldn't spare it.

The decision is only in the blink of an eye. Eshua resolutely let go of his right hand and let the saber be removed. He freed his right arm at the cost of being disarmed. In this way, the dilemma of being caught between three sides was suddenly solved: Esher tore off the nooses that bound him and his mount one after another. Despite the experience of the previous car, the riders knew that if Eshy grabbed the long bar, the overwhelming force that followed could tear them out of the saddle at any moment. But they didn't let go of the pole immediately, but just hurriedly swung away from Eshu's side. But how did their reaction keep up with Estheau? As soon as the two sheaths moved, they were immediately held by Eixiu, but at this time, the rider who had handed over Eshu's saber had already turned the sheath, the leather was torn off, and the snowy spearhead stood up and stabbed straight at Eshu!

Estheu was forced to evade, and the two riders were able to pull back their levers, and they also turned the shaft and ripped off the leather from the spearhead. The three riders spun around Eshu in small steps, but the tip of the spear rarely beckoned to Eshu, and even kept deliberately avoiding the reach of Eshu's arm, instead stabbing his mount, not greedy for a single kill, but constantly inflicting minor wounds.

Very sophisticated synergy. Essho had to admit that the three of them were extremely tricky to deal with. Although the second team only had one more number than the first team, the pressure on Esher was much more than just two plus one. A series of three poles confined him to an extremely small space. And after losing the saber, it was difficult for Eshu to launch a powerful counterattack. Thin wounds spread all over the body of his crotch mount, blood dripping from his horse. The pain of successive wounds had made the Cato horse lose the courage to continue fighting, and no matter how much Esher drove him to retreat, for fear of being hurt even more—this was the disadvantage of being castrated, although his temper was more docile and easier to drive, but he did not regain his fierce blood. Perhaps this is what the three riders have in mind. The Cato did know a lot about horses. What's more, Eshua only rode this horse today, and the "friendship" between the two of them was obviously not enough for the war horse to make sacrifices for Eshy.

"That's not good......" Randolph muttered to himself. Although he was an out-and-out layman in both horse training and fighting, it was precisely because of this that he was more worried about the dangerous situation that Essho was facing at this time. He was dazzled by the three leathers that were shuttling back and forth, and he was also apprehensive about each new creation that appeared on Estheau's mount. However, Randolph's main concern is the final victory or defeat of the race. If Eshua can't get three formations in a row, then the distribution agreement between the two of them about the Mustang will naturally not take effect.

"Nothing to worry about, friend!" A broad palm hooked Randolph's shoulder and slapped it affectionately, "The cooperation between Zhu Da's personal guards is indeed a bit of a doorway, and it must have undergone extremely strict training. But their petty tactics are at best an inconsequential distraction to our Husard. In fact, I have heard the winds of the prairie blowing the three men's deaths closer and closer to us. ”

"Why are you so sure, Lord Zakar?" Randolph smiled wryly, "The saber you gave to Baranduk was taken from the other side, and the horse you gave him was about to be paralyzed from blood loss. Defeat is only a matter of time. ”

"How can you lose your weapon and lose your mount?" Zakar crossed his arms and smiled confidently, "For Husard, that's just a few lions' manes to swagger. There's only one thing I care about: how are those three fools who dare to pluck their feathers deal with the fangs and claws of the angry lion? ”

It's really boring, it's a horse fight, isn't it just a different form of fighting, killing, killing? Rietediran yawned, jumped off his horse, and found a spacious grassy place to lie down, his hands folded behind his head, and his eyes narrowed pleasantly. He sighed as he felt the warm sunlight of the prairie pour into himself through every exposed pore of his body. He just wanted to take a nap, but there was immediately a wave of cheers around him, and his happy mood and sleepiness were swallowed up and shattered in an instant.

"MD, can't you win sooner if you want to win?!" Ritediran rolled over in a fit of rage.