Chapter 9: Commander Registration (8)

The frenzied Jin Sanhuan brandished a large wooden stick more than two meters long, rampaging through the group of thieves like a wild bull, unstoppable. www.biquge.info But the wooden stick is not a good weapon, although his divine power is infinitely powerful, after beating the four robbers, he still can't help but fall into a heavy siege, surrounded by several bandits on horseback

However, this person didn't know if he was a natural warrior, or if he believed that Hai Yunfan behind him would definitely come to the rescue, so he didn't mean to be afraid at all, but instead waved the big black wooden stick with a tiger and a tiger, forcing a bunch of bandits not to dare to approach.

And the boy did not live up to his expectations, and after two arrows in succession knocked down the two robbers on the periphery, he urged his mount to step forward slowly, and the arrows did not miss, and all ten arrows in the quiver were shot out in one breath.

With the sound of the bowstring vibrating, the eight robbers fell in response. These horse bandits on the grassland, I don't know whether they are the Huns, Xianbei or Wuhuan, except for the horses, the equipment is very simple, and there are very few bows, arrows and spears, not to mention armor, which is a militaristic weapon. Even if the boy only used an ordinary bow and arrow, it gave them great damage. Even if there are non-lethal ones, most of them lose the ability to continue fighting.

Cao Shen, a famous general in the early Han Dynasty, said in the "Infantry Drill Code" compiled by him: All kinds of martial arts in the army should be based on the bow and crossbow. In the establishment of the Han army, there is a special archery establishment of material officers, using various throwing weapons such as crossbows, rhubarb crossbows, and strong bows. Now in this small battle, Hai Yunfan used a strong bow that was not very good, and the outcome of the battle was decided in an instant.

Jin Sanhuan couldn't help but be stunned because his sheep were caught in anger. There is no shortage of outlaws in the grasslands, and the adult men who survive the harsh environment here are all considered warriors. But it's still rare to see a marksman like a boy who can open his bow left and right and play with his marksmanship.

"Condor Shooter!" Jin Sanhuan suddenly shouted, and the god on his face was full of joy after being shocked.

Condor archer is the Huns' honorific title for those masters whose archery skills far exceed those of ordinary people. Among the Huns, who worship the strong and power is the axiom, the person who can shoot down the eagle eagle with its wings fluttering is a hero worthy of worship. Although Jin Sanhuan couldn't tell whether he was a Hun or a Wuhuan person, since he was grazing on the territory of the Huns, he was probably a branch of the Huns, and he also inherited the nature of the steppe people to worship the strong.

Now the aura on the boy's body, in addition to the horns of the prophetic shaman, has the bonus of the condor shooter. To put it simply, in the eyes of Jin Sanhuan, he is now a combination of sacrifice and tribal leader. For the first time in his life, this young man who has been herding horses and sheep on the grassland has a little hope in his heart.

If I follow such a strong person, my life will be a little different in the future, right? Can you raise at least ten sheep, or ten more horses?

The robbers of more than 10 people who divided the troops accounted for one-fifth of the entire bandit group, but they were swept away in a short period of time, and the more than 40 horse bandits who had been chasing far away did not notice the situation here, but the more than 10 Han people who were being chased saw the situation here when they turned around and bent their bows and arrows. Someone shouted at the moment, and then the people made a big circle and came towards the injured man lying on the ground.

Jin Sanhuan was carrying a big black and thick stick next to the guys on the ground to mend the knives, and then use the ropes they brought to tie up those guys who were still alive, hearing the sound of horses' hooves gradually becoming louder, the Huns with excitement on their faces raised their heads, and saw more cavalry rushing towards this side with hideous faces. He hurriedly shouted at the boy, then threw down the sturdy bandits that were tied in his hands and jumped onto his mount. Looks like he's trying to repeat what he just did.

Hai Yunfan scratched his head, ten people and forty people sounded similar, but the difficulty coefficient was completely different. Not to mention that he ejaculated so much in one breath just now, he has to make people breathe a sigh of relief, and he is not the kind of man who can for half an hour and still be strong.

Moreover, he didn't have many arrows with him, he had used up more than half of them just now, and now the number of arrows in his hand was not enough to give each robber one. But fortunately, in addition to the strength of archery, he still has a certain degree of confidence in riding and marksmanship.

This time he put away his bow and arrows, and took the golden three rings and injured them to the small mound on the side. When the robbers came after them, they naturally saw their dead and wounded companions. Then the rabble, whose organization and morale were basically no more than ten points, naturally listened close to a stone's throw away. They looked in disbelief at their companions on the ground, whose mouths were gagged and could only express their displeasure with a "hum" sound, and exchanged heads and ears with each other.

The panting merchants who were being chased also gathered their mounts and gathered under the small mound where Haiyunfan and Jin Sanhuan were. Then, two middle-aged people who looked like chiefs (many of them looked much older than they were due to the low standard of living in feudal times) jumped off their horses and walked towards the top of the mound.

One of these two people claimed to be Zhang Shiping, and the other claimed to be Su Shuang, and their ancestors had been selling horses to and from the north for a living. Of course, the smuggling of tea, salt and ironware used the Spring and Autumn brushwork, and they were omitted. This time, because of the effective organization of the supply of goods, he brought several times the usual amount of private salt, but he showed traces in a Hun tribe, and then he was chased and killed all the way shortly after leaving that tribe.

"Thanks to the two of you!" Zhang Shiping said.

Rescue? The young man looked at the more than a dozen powerful men under the mound, and the guys with swords and guns were undeniable, but Jin Sanhuan's eyes lit up. In this chaotic and savage steppe, salt is the same hard currency as warriors, war horses, and weapons. Because of the Han Dynasty's policy of "Guanshan Hai", salt and iron were both items controlled by the state, and these two things were very valuable even in the Han land, let alone in the grassland. Except for the nobles of the tribes, the average low-level herdsman could not eat this stuff at all, and the only way they could get salt was through the blood of animals, or they had to add stones.

Now that I heard that these guys were reluctant to throw away salt even if they ran for their lives, Jin Sanhuan's eyes lit up.