In Wen Yang's sight, Ji Zhu with four hundred black horses did not charge, but stayed in place, which made Wen Yang have many doubts in his heart.

"Four hundred black horses are enough." But he didn't want to, but Wang Yi beside him said without hurry and as if he was very confident.

This is a battle of annihilation, not an assault.

If it is a strong attack, all 800 black horsemen should be bet, but if you want to prevent one enemy horse from escaping, you must leave a part of the army to guard it. As for the fact that only four hundred men charged, so what?

During the Shangcang Mountain exercise, the combat effectiveness of the 400 Black Cavalry Storm could not be compared to the 1,000 people dispatched by the 1st and 2nd Brigades.

That was the first and second brigades of the Su family's army. A thousand of them are enough to be compared to a thousand and seven hundred of them, and they will be rich.

Wang Yi has seen too many such things and doesn't think so. But Zhang Qi beside him didn't know, looking at the scene in front of him, he let out a burst of sighs, "You can't underestimate the enemy, you can't underestimate the enemy, Mengqi is very powerful." ”

The Mengcai is indeed very powerful, otherwise, they would not have been shocked by 200 cavalry, and their 800 infantry did not dare to go out of the village, and the 30,000 Song people shrank together and trembled.

It's just that there is an old saying that the strong have their own strong players.

I saw four hundred black horsemen rushing out, first slow and then urgent, the speed was increasing step by step, this is also a manifestation of the cavalry's momentum, and when the enemy is really encountered, the momentum will be full, that is, when the war horse is at its peak, it will be able to burst out with the strongest combat effectiveness.

It's not like the four thousand Song horses at all, they only know how to blindly speed up the charge, wasting the foot power of the war horse in advance, and they are completely the combat methods of people who don't understand horses.

Four hundred black cavalry pressed up, and Mandu Latu's face was solemn, "Go, five hundred cavalry face the enemy, and the others outflank the left and right, eat these black cavalry first." ”

The black riders didn't all rush up, which made Mandu Latu feel a lot more relieved, and he dared to underestimate himself, which was a price.

"Quick, all speed up, don't think about the strength of the horses, first destroy this group of black horses, if you can't destroy them, continue to attack." Noticing that there were two more black horses chasing after him, Mandu Ratu did not dare to stop for half a minute, he was afraid that if he slowed down, he would be entangled by the black horses, and it would be very difficult to escape at that time.

The five hundred horsemen who had been ordered were shouting of their own people, and they were rushing towards the four hundred black horsemen.

Among them, many people have not heard of the name of the black cavalry, the so-called ignorant are fearless, at this moment they just thought that the enemy in front of them was not much different from the defeated Song cavalry who had just been killed.

"Scatter!"

Wang Can rushed to the front first, and when he saw that Meng Qi had only sent five hundred men to block the road, and the others were outflanking him from both wings and trying to surround him, a smile appeared on his face.

Underestimate the black ride?

It's good, but whoever does it, there is a price.

A loose word, the original four hundred black horses immediately spread to the left and right, giving people the feeling that a big net is expanding infinitely and is opening.

"Take the squad as a unit, shoot."

After noticing that the four hundred cavalry had occupied a large territory, Wang Can shouted again and gave the order to attack.

Four hundred black horses, after completely dispersed, occupy an area far larger than the five hundred Mongolian horses on the opposite side. If you look at it from a high altitude at this time, they look like a big open hand, but the Meng Qi on the opposite side looks like a fist.

The fist is indeed more powerful, but it also needs to have a chance to hit it.

When the palm of the hand covers a larger area and can completely wrap the fist, one arrow after another flies straight out.

It's a direct flight, not a projectile.

The eight-shot crossbow gun was an interface that had just opened in the system not long ago.

The advantage is that it can shoot eight crossbow arrows in a row, and it does not require much force, only a finger hook to do it.

And the stability of the crossbow gun is better, even if it is above the war horse, there is no need to worry about too much deviation. Even if there is, when the black rider practices riding and archery every day, he can quickly correct the direction, even if the first few arrows miss the target, the last few arrows can be successfully refilled.

In this way, when four hundred people hold eight consecutive shots and radiate bows and arrows, they can exert the power of two to three thousand people, which can greatly make up for the shortcomings of the lack of black horses.

Of course, the eight consecutive rounds are not without drawbacks, such as the size is still too large, and the quality requirements for the bow and arrow are extremely high. Arrows that don't meet the specifications won't be able to be loaded.

It's just that this disadvantage can be regarded as an advantage. Because even if the eight rounds were snatched by the enemy, it would be difficult for them to have suitable arrows to use. On Su Shi, it is just the opposite, the things produced by the system never have to worry about quality and specifications.

The palms of the hands are stretched out and begin to close continuously. The manifestation reflected on the battlefield was that countless bows and arrows fanned towards the five hundred horsemen.

Mengcai's horse skills are very good, when they see the opposite cavalry release arrows, they instinctively do all kinds of dodging movements, some people simply lie their whole body on the war horse, or more powerful, directly hide in the lower abdomen of the war horse, in order to make the arrow unable to hit them.

When they fought against the Liao and Song armies, they would often do this when faced with archers, and they could often turn evil into good fortune.

It's just that this time, facing the black rider and facing the eight consecutive shots, this set obviously has no effect.

With a normal bow and arrow, it always takes time to prepare for the first arrow to be released before the second arrow can be released, and when there is this time, Meng Qi will change the position of the horse, allowing you to continue to shoot in the air.

But when faced with eight consecutive shots, the first arrow misses, and by the time you are about to change positions, they have already adjusted the direction of the arrow, and the second and third arrows will come in succession.

I couldn't adapt to this style of play at all, and I didn't expect that the speed of the opponent's bow and arrow would be so fast, and a famous Meng Qi, who was still showing off his skills, was hit by three arrows one after another, and then fell off the horse.

Plop pass... Like a duck entering the water, one by one fell off the horse, and when the distance between the two sides was between 120 and 80 paces, no less than 100 Mongolian horsemen had fallen from their horses.

"Hurry up, kill it!"

Seeing that in a short period of time, his side had suffered such heavy losses, and a Mongolian centurion who led the team shouted loudly.

He also wanted to take out the bow and arrow to reflect, but at such a close distance, plus the black horse's bow and arrow seemed to be endless, and did not stop, he had no time to do anything at all, and some only had to accelerate and accelerate again, expecting to be able to contact the black horse at close range, and when the two sides really fought together, the bow and arrow would not play any role.

Plop pass...

Eighty paces away, normally, a war horse can only be reached in a few breaths, but now, like a huge chasm, people are so prohibitive.

"Scatter!"

Just when the five hundred horsemen paid the price of at least two hundred horsemen, and finally rushed in front of the four hundred black horses, the black horses on the opposite side suddenly spread out to both sides, and the eight consecutive shots continued, and this meeting gave people the feeling that there were arrows in all directions, which was really unguardable.

The Centurion of Mengqi, who was about to vomit blood, punched into the air, and while the target disappeared, the arrows continued, and because of this Mengqi wanted to start a fight, the distance was too close, so that they completely became the target of the black horse, as long as the direction was not wrong, when an arrow came, it was possible to shoot a Mengqi at will.

The number of more than 200 Mongolian cavalry began to decrease sharply, and finally when there were less than 100 people left, they also escaped from the encirclement set up by Wang Can. It was at this time that Mandu Ratu rushed over with the remaining more than 1,000 Mongolian horsemen from the left and right.

Before the two sides could get close, their side lost 400 cavalry, a result that Mandu Ratu could not accept.

There were only 400 black horsemen, and they had created the result of killing the same number of troops without any damage, and the black horsemen were really difficult.

But in the difficult way, now that they have fought each other, Mandu Latu has no way out.

"Rush forward, as long as you fight with them, those arrows will not work." Mandu Ratu shouted loudly, commanding more than 1,000 Mongolian horsemen under his command to rush up.

"Expand!"

Seeing that the Mengqi came from all directions, Wang Can, who led the team, was not in a hurry, and after a word expansion, the four hundred black horsemen changed the formation again, and slowly evolved from the original fan shape to the circle.

I don't know how many times I've rehearsed, and many movements have become habits and are engraved in my bones. Soon a large circle began to take shape under the siege of the Mongols.

There is a big circle outside, there are about 150 people, followed by a middle circle inside, the number of people is about 100, and there are three circles inside, and the number of people decreases respectively, making it like a target map for shooting.

The outermost one hundred and fifty black horsemen had already put away the eight consecutive rounds, and each one of them held the overlord spear in their hands, majestic.

With them, it is impossible for anyone to enter the circle, and unless they are killed, it will be difficult for anyone to step further.

The inner circle was full of archers armed with eight consecutive rounds, and they searched for the gap between the cavalry and the cavalry, and kept placing arrows outward, so that the Mongolian cavalry who wanted to get close to this place fell one after another.

More than 1,000 people were ridden, and more and more people fell off their horses, and after a while, they fell one after another.

"Rush! Be sure to rush in and kill them, kill! Mandu Ratu yelled angrily.

Of their nearly 2,000 horsemen, there was no way to take 400 black horsemen. In a short period of time, seven or eight hundred people had been killed in battle, and this result was really difficult for him to accept.

The general spoke, and the Mongolian horsemen stepped forward bravely, but the scimitar in their hands did not have the overlord spear commander, and they could not reach the black horsemen at all. On the contrary, if there is a chance, an arrow will fly out to shoot them and take their lives.

The encirclement is still there, but it is much thinner. More than 1,000 Mengmeng riders, and nearly 1,000 corpses have been thrown here.

Some people died, but not completely......