If you encounter this kind of cavalry that is rushing forward, if you can't hold a group, I'm afraid you won't be able to run.

"First go and report to the army behind, and say that there is no strong enemy here, and you can cross the river as soon as possible."

After Yang Wushu arranged for someone to go back to report the news, he decided to cruise outside the enemy walled city first.

Of course, it would be better if you could find valuable goods, otherwise, you would have to make it impossible for the blacks in the city to go out to ask for help.

However, although the enemy in the city did not go out to ask for help, Yang Wushu still waited for the enemy's reinforcements.

Several of the troops who were wandering outside hurriedly came to report.

"General, a group of cavalry came from the west, about two or three hundred horsemen, and a large force of infantry followed, it looks quite orderly!"

As soon as he heard the news, Yang Wushu was immediately surprised.

He didn't see anyone breaking through the siege to report it, nor did he see any wolf smoke and beacon fire rising, so how could the enemy's reinforcements arrive?

It seems that these black Bengalis should not be underestimated!

"It doesn't seem to be taken lightly!"

Yang Wushu quickly cheered up and gathered all his troops around.

If he hadn't fled in a hurry without even hitting him, he Yang Wushu wouldn't have been able to do such a courageous thing.

He had already figured out that it would be difficult to bite if he was an enemy.

Then lead his men to retreat back the same way, where he has reserved some sentry ambushes, which should be able to stop the pursuers.

Soon, with a noisy neighing of men and horses not far away, hundreds of cavalry appeared on the main road.

"They are all good horses!"

Yang Wushu and the others glanced at it from afar, and they were all attracted by the enemy's mounts.

The horses were slender and muscular, like Pegasus.

Not far away, those black reinforcements also stopped.

At this time, bursts of cheers erupted in the originally silent walled city.

Obviously, after seeing the arrival of reinforcements, the Bengalis, who had been frightened before, regained their spirits.

It's just that this spirit has not yet overcome the fear just now, and there are no men and horses out of the city to form a flanking attack with the reinforcements.

"General, look!"

A general stretched out his hand, and Yang Wushu saw a cavalryman without weapons running over from the enemy's formation.

Looking at the appearance, it should be some kind of message.

The two sides, who were ready to break out at any time, were very tacitly quiet in their understanding.

When this Bengali with half of his face covered by a beard came to him, Yang Wushu used the Bi Guo man Angbai as a translator.

This black-haired Bangladeshi envoy chattered and chattered, and his expression was very arrogant and arrogant.

After he shut up, Ang Bai immediately relayed it to Yang Wudi.

"This land is the land of the Delhi Sultanate, the Maharaja of East Bengal, and the Governor of Pagain, and if you barbarians of the jungle throw away your weapons and dismount and surrender at once, you may be allowed to atone for your sins of the day as slaves in exchange for the merciful forgiveness of Lord Bamorodan!"

"Otherwise, the mighty Paisil warriors will crush your heads with their warhorses!"

After hearing this unsmooth translation, Yang Wudi was already frowning.

He didn't know what 'Delhi Sultanate,' 'Maharaja of East Bengal,' 'Viceroy' was, but he could hear the arrogance in his words.

Some pig-dog-like black barbarians even dare to say such arrogant things.

Yang Wushu saw that the number of enemies was not large, so he decided to test it first.

If you can get a bargain, that's the best.

If the enemy is too strong, then never fall into battle and retreat immediately.

Anyway, the enemy's cavalry is equal to his own, and as long as the enemy is fooled, the chances of victory are not too small.

Yang Wushu was thoughtful, and immediately put on a grim face.

"Where did the black barbarians come from, when they saw the Dali army, not only did they not surrender obediently, but they dared to speak wildly!"

"Come on, cut off the ears of this black hairy face for me, so that he can remember it for a long time!"

With Yang Wuyi's order, the two Yi people pressed the black-faced Bengali to the ground, one left and one right.

'Survey! ’

With two short flashes of the knife from its sheath, the black-haired Bengali man's ears fell to the ground.

'Ahh

’

The painful wails of the Bengali messenger whose ears were cut off.

"Let him go back, let him bring the letter, if those blacks don't surrender today, then cut off each of their ears after the war!"

Yang Wushu decided to provoke the enemy first.

Bamorodan looked at the bloodied slave in front of him, and the anger in his heart was already erupting like a volcano.

"These abominable savages, I will plant them all in the ground and trample their heads with elephants!"

"My Paishir warriors, this shame must be washed away with their blood today!"

With a wave of his right hand, he ordered the Paisir warriors behind him to prepare to attack.

Since the savages would not kneel and beg for their mercy, he would not be stingy with his cruelty.

"My master, the infantry in the back has just arrived, do you want to let them rest first?" Said a Paisil warrior leader.

The poor infantry hurried all the way, having just arrived and had not yet regained their strength.

"With such a few barbarian cavalry, you don't have to wait for any infantry, you can directly lead them to charge, just one round is enough!"

Barmorodan can't wait.

He wished to see the arrogant barbarians knocked to the ground at once.

"Obey my master!"

The leader of the Paisil warriors had a point in thinking about it.

These Hir warriors practiced their martial arts from below, and they would definitely be able to deal with a comparable number of barbarians.

"Everybody's on orders!"

"Prepare to attack with me!"

With a few orders, about two hundred strong Paisil warriors were immediately ready to attack.

At the same time, Yang Wudi, who was not far away, had already seen the enemy's movements.

"Hehe, these blacks are actually quite imposing."

He saw that the enemy's cavalry marched and arranged in a somewhat orderly manner, not those bandits and bandits who would only rush up.

"Buddha, take a team of people to greet you first, don't let them line up so calmly."

Yang Wushu ordered to his son Yang Fonu behind him.

"Yes, my lord!"

Yang Fonu did not hesitate to answer the order.

Then he led a dozen cavalry to rush up against the enemy.

The galloping horses began straight ahead of the enemy, but as they approached, they suddenly swept towards the enemy's left flank.

The distance between the two sides soon approached a few dozen paces.

Yang Fonu was the first to shoot the first arrow, and the rest of the people followed closely behind with two rounds of their bows.

"Whoosh!"

"Ahh

”

As the bowstring fell, there were several howls from the Bengalis on the opposite side.

The Bengali infantry, who had almost only a thick robe of hard jute, had little chance of resisting.

Yang Fonu led the cavalry to repeat this three times, and when the Bengalis tried to counterattack with bows and arrows, they had already run to the front again.

Seeing that the enemy was very slow to react, these skillful swing cavalry fired their arrows directly into the front cavalry formation.

In just one sweep, dozens of feathered arrows fell.

Ahh

Even if these Paisel warriors had armor protection, they had no way to protect them from dead ends.

Soon two unlucky eggs were shot, one of them was shot directly into the eye socket, and he fell to death on the spot.

"Where did these barbarians come from, so skilled in riding and shooting!"

When Bamorodan saw a dozen 'barbarian' cavalrymen, he had already thrown his army into chaos, and the shock in his heart was beyond words.

In his impression, those barbarians of the Bi Kingdom in the eastern jungle had very few cavalry at all, and even if there were some short horses, they were just some pack horses like donkeys, and there was no riding at all.

Looking at the skillful riding and archery skills of these barbarians, Bamorodan thought of those Kushan people in the northwestern grasslands.

"There's no time to waste, start attacking right away!"

Bamorodan urged the order to attack.

His Paisir warriors were not very good at cavalry and archery, and they were good at charging with spears and swords.

It's only been a blink of an eye, and his own losses have already made Bamorodan very angry.

"Yes, my master!"

The subordinates in charge of leading the troops immediately put on a posture of rushing and killing immediately.

Seeing that the enemy in front of them was ready to charge, Yang Fonu and the others had no intention of retreating at all.

Yang Fonu had already seen that these black laba in front of him were just a little stronger than wine bags and rice bags.

"There are no people who even ride and shoot, and the martial arts on the horse must be just ordinary."

Yang Fonu led his subordinates to shout and shoot from side to side, and soon, it caused a lot of confusion among the infantry on both sides.

Another order sounded, and at last the Bengali cavalry began to urge the attack.

Seeing this, Yang Fonu did not retreat directly, but directly turned to the left flank, wanting to continue shooting from the side.

A group of Paisil noble warriors finally couldn't stand it anymore, and more than a dozen people broke away from the queue and rushed directly towards Yang Fonu.

"Look for death!"

"Whoosh!"

Yang Fonu sneered disdainfully, and casually turned around with an arrow, and one of the leading Paisel cavalry mounts was hit by an arrow.

The painful steed went berserk and overturned its owner on horseback.

The noble Paisel warrior's left foot was entangled in a leather stirrup, and the galloping steed dragged him upside down to the ground.

In the midst of the terrible wails, the life of this Paishir cavalryman was probably difficult to save.

Subsequently, these pendulum cavalry fired a few more rapid fires, and the Paisier cavalry, which had just been in high spirits, all returned with a feather.

"Rush, rush, rush!"

"Stample these damn barbarians!"

Bamorodan was anxiously urging again.

Their war drums were also blessed by the god Brahma, and they sent out a rhythm that made the enemy fearful.

Bamorodan looked ahead, and the Paishir cavalry had all been thrown into the assault.

Yang Wudi, who had already seen everything in his eyes, had also fallen into contemplation at this time.

"These fools who have no chance of winning!"

"Kill them all with me, and give the thief the final blow."

Yang Wushu had just discovered that these Bengali cavalry had nothing to do with Ben.

The lack of mounted archery skills means that it is likely to mean that you cannot have the ability to manipulate long soldiers with both hands.

It is difficult to resist a cavalry with weapons with both hands on a galloping horse, and a cavalry with weapons with one hand.

With Yang Wuving's order, two hundred pendulum Yi cavalry scattered in all directions and engaged in a struggle with the Bengali cavalry that rushed up.

These pendulum cavalrymen were accustomed to riding and shooting, and would only charge when the opportunity was right.

The Bengali cavalry on the opposite side are a group of aristocratic lords, and the greatest use of practicing martial arts on weekdays is to bully serfs and bandits.

Serfs and bandits, on the other hand, had little riding and archery skills.

Even if their horses were better, it would be difficult to rush in front of them.

And with the sound of bowstrings, the Bengali Paishir warriors began to fall off their horses.

"Ahh

"Ahh

With one scream after another, the originally high-morale Paisil warriors began to panic.

All they wanted to do was speed up their horses and catch up with the hateful savages.

As long as they catch up with them, the noble Paisil warriors will take revenge with their swords.

For they believed that these savages who were proficient in mounted archery must be some cowards who did not dare to fight in close combat.

"My Paisier, hurry up and catch up!"

Bamorodan, who was watching the battle from a distance in the rear, was already nervous, and he didn't have the mentality he had before the start.

Finally, in the expectation of all Bengalis, the hateful barbarians were at last timid, and in the face of the gradual approach of the warriors of Paisir, the barbarian cavalry finally retreated to the rear in a hurry.

"Haha, these weak barbarians, what cowards."

Barmorodan let out a sigh of relief.

The contactless confrontation just now was really a bit ugly, and if you couldn't force those barbarians back, it would really damage your majesty.

Thinking of this, he glanced at the battlefield in front of him again.

There were at least a few dozen Paishir warriors who could no longer fight, either because they had been shot and wounded, or because they had been shot dead on their mounts.

When Bamorodan saw this, he felt a strong pain in his heart.

For the noble and warlike warriors of Paishir, this is quite a loss.

At the very least, the reward after the war will be a great loss for Bhamorodan.

"Master, those barbarians have fled without a trace, let's go into the city." The fat black servant said with a smile on his face.

Now they are surrounded by some ordinary serf soldiers, and without the Paxi warriors around, it is indeed safer to enter the White Elephant City.

"Wait, I'll wait until the Paishires come back with the heads of those barbarians, and then I'll go into the city!"

Bamorodan looked ahead.

The Pysil warriors had already run far after the barbarians.

According to Barmorodan's estimates...... It won't be long before the Pysil warriors catch up with the barbarians, and then there's a hearty slaughter.

Thinking of this, Bamorodan was immediately a little excited.

With a slight wave of his hand, he ordered to follow.

Bamorodan wanted to get a close-up look at Paisher as he slayed the barbarians.

The whole team made a quick forward move.

As the distance got closer, Bamorodan and the others could already faintly hear the fierce battle ahead.

The tragic roar, coupled with the high-pitched neighing of horses, filled the entire battlefield with the smell of victory.

Bamorodan was in a good mood, and the warriors of Paisil must have been in high spirits of killing.

It must be like this.

Otherwise, how could you hear so many loud Bengali shouts.

Suddenly, with the sound of horses' hooves coming from ahead, Barmorodan saw a dozen Paisir warriors galloping in his direction.

"Honorable master, I have sent the Sylles to report the victory." The fat black butler next to him said.

Bamorodan did not answer, and the words of a slave were not worth responding to at all.

He smiled, ready to accept a noble victory.

However, as the cavalry approached, Bamorodan did not seem to have the joy of victory as he had imagined.

Instead, there was endless panic on their faces.

"Defeated, defeated, the barbarians are coming!"

"There's an ambush ahead, run!"

These Paishir cavalrymen looked panicked, and they didn't know where the spears in their hands had been lost, but they just shouted vigorously.

"What, defeated?"

"Impossible!"

When Bamorodan heard this, he immediately thought it was a big joke.

How could the noble and valiant Paishir warriors be defeated by a band of barbarians?