Chapter 343 Leave it where the loess does not bury the mounds when he didn t put this tartar in his eyes, really, if it wasn't for the military order, he would have dared to shout at his subordinates and rushed over. Lord Zhao's scouts are unreliable, not to mention, his subordinates will not deceive themselves, they dare to take their lives as a guarantee, and the Tartars in this village will not exceed a thousand.

The tartars of a thousand people seem to be very large, and it sounds like a lot. Qiu Shi snorted slightly in his nose, there are still women in the tartars, what is this? A rabble? Not to mention that the number of their horse teams is not weaker than that of the other party, but the number of places is smaller, how can there be, can't even a gang of rabble be able to fight each other?

At the beginning in Liaodong, Qiu Shi also worked with the Tartars, but at that time, he was just a small banner, but this experience has made him understand the Tartars better than others. For a Tartar with a woman, there is no doubt that this is not the Tartars' soldiers, and they are full of confidence at the moment when they go to the Warrior Hill, not to mention that these may be the Tartars of some wandering tribe.

His position at the moment, about three or four miles away from the village, this distance, for the cavalry, is not very far, no matter how close, there is a danger of being discovered by the Tartars, and they came at night yesterday, although many brothers have fallen behind, but they have finally hidden the ears and eyes of the Tartars, these Tartars who are messing around the village, but they never dreamed that there is already such a group of men and horses around them.

"Lord Zhao, how long will it take for them to arrive?" Like all the soldiers, Qiu Shi sat down, took out his dry food, and drank it from his water bladder. The dry food is a baked flatbread, and when he first arrived in Shandong, Qiu Shi was quite unaccustomed to eating this thing, especially after this thing was cold, he didn't have a good mouth, so he couldn't do anything about it. However, after staying in the Fengzi camp for a few years, he didn't rule out this thing at all, and even he, like many soldiers in Shandong, ate green onions, rolled them with pancakes, and ate them with a snort.

The scout who was asked looked at the sun, and said with some uncertainty: "Yesterday we set off on the third watch, if there is no accident, Lord Zhao should be able to catch it before noon!" ”

There is a basis for him to say this, this is a surprise attack, the soldiers are all lightly armed, except for the necessary equipment and weapons, nothing else will be brought, this speed is naturally much faster than the march on weekdays, but the army is marching, if you want not to be chaotic, the soldiers will definitely not run wildly, but, according to the distance of this distance, no matter how bad it is, before noon, this forward should also be able to see.

"Okay, if there is movement among the Tartars before noon, we will fight, and if it is noon, Lord Zhao's soldiers and horses have not yet arrived, we will also fight!" Qiu Shi wiped his mouth after eating, and made a decision: "A few of you, after eating, go back the same way and bring my meaning to Lord Zhao!" ”

War is a thing that sometimes happens in some very wonderful situations. There are situations like this, such as being in the dead and then winning a big victory, and there are also cases where the absolute superiority of troops surrounds a lonely city that has nothing to do for several months, even if you see three or five soldiers running away with hundreds or thousands of enemies, you should not be surprised, these things can be found in the history books.

When two armies with similar equipment, morale, and strength meet on a narrow road, in addition to the commander's command art and the courage of the soldiers, there is another point that no one can ignore since ancient times, and that is "luck".

This "luck" is difficult to explain, you can't see or touch, maybe you only need the last charge, you can say that when the enemy is completely defeated, the sky suddenly rolls up the wind and sand, and the enemy takes advantage of the time of day to defeat your army. Maybe when you think that you are trapped in a desperate situation and you think you are going to die, suddenly you can find a way to live in the dead land. Take the example of those soldiers who dared to chase after an enemy who was ten or even a hundred times more than their own, if there were only a handful of those who fled, or if only a few dared to turn back and fight, this situation might not have happened. At the end of the day, it's a matter of luck.

And Bush obviously lacks this kind of luck now, this village, he plans to leave today, so his scouts are only sent three miles away from the village, and these scouts also know that maybe the next moment their own leader will order the whole army to be pulled, so they don't have much thought about the vigilance task they undertake, otherwise, as long as they walk two more miles and bypass those hills that don't look very tall, they will find that under that hill, It was a black crowd of people and horses. Well, as long as they make it alive to break through the cordon that was put out when the mound was released.

"Senho-sama! There is movement in the village, and it looks like the Tartars are leaving! The latest news from the scout made Qiu Shi a little unable to sit still, he looked up at the sun, the sun was still far away from his head, and Zhao Shou's foot guards were afraid that it would take a while to arrive.

"Senho-sama!" Several hundreds of households around him surrounded him, and their eyes were full of eager looks.

"Did they find us, or did they take matters into their own hands?" Qiu Shi asked, this is very important.

"The brethren were very careful not to let the Tartars find out!" The scout replied.

Can't wait, waiting, this group of Tartars is going to run away again, Qiu Shi knows that if he wants to fight, I'm afraid he will give an order now.

"Get on the horse!" He no longer hesitated.

With his order, the soldiers who had been dismounting and storing their horsepower moved one after another, and after a morning of rest, not only the soldiers were full, but the horses were also replenished by the oil cakes and soybeans they brought.

"Horizontal team! Amble! ”

If you look at this side from the low hills behind the village, these hills are like a huge ant nest, and these cavalry who are constantly pouring out from behind the hills are like flocks of ants coming out to feed, and the village in front of them is a piece of fragrant and incomparably attractive fragrant dumplings that attract them.

In the front was Qiu Shi, beside him, and behind him, more knights poured out, using Qiu Shi as the benchmark, forming one, two, three or five queues, while the cavalry without a place behind them spontaneously expanded towards the two wings, and soon, with the trotting of horses, a horizontal team of about 100 people was gradually formed. They paced the queue as they followed their leader, trotting toward their target.

The earth was trembling slightly, and even if these horses did not run vigorously, the movement caused by thousands of horses' hooves hitting the ground was definitely not something that the foot soldiers could imagine.

The first to notice these movements were the two Tartar scouts who had been placed in this direction, and they had been drowsy a moment before, but suddenly jumped up like frightened rabbits, one lying down to the ground, listening to the sound of hooves in the distance, while the other unequivocally rolled over his horse and ran to the nearest height.

There is no need to stand on horseback and look, this scout, looking at the black pressure line in the distance, no one is more familiar with this kind of scene than him, it's just that, usually, they are one of these black pressure people, and at this moment, the other party's bright banner in the sun has nothing to do with their tribe.

He turned over and ran downward, and as he ran, he took out the horn on his waist on his horse, and blew it desperately: "Enemy attack!" ”

Hum! Qiu Shi looked at the smoking village in front of him, listened to the mournful horn sound of the other party, and snorted in his heart.

"Rush formation!" With Qiu Shi's order, the riders around him waved their flags a few times, and the entire horse team began to make the final preparations before the battle, the horses accelerated and adjusted the formation, and the knights on the horses had already taken the three-eyed firearms in their hands to do the final inspection. Looking down from the world, these horseback riders underground clearly put out a conical spur formation, and moreover, the hierarchy is clear, and the standard three-wave impact formation.

And the sound of the horn reached the village, and the village, which had just seemed a little quiet and peaceful, suddenly blew up the nest, but fortunately, these Tartar soldiers, who had planned to go out, except for a small number who were still packing up their altars and jars, and driving away the slaves, most of them immediately found their weapons and turned over their horses.

A group of almost 100 Tartars, led by Ba Ayan, rushed out of the village and ran towards the place where the horn sounded. However, they only ran out of the village, and they no longer needed the scouts to tell them the number of enemies, and the countless sound of horses' hooves, as if it was a muffled thunder in the sky, rang out one after another, and then a sound more crisp than the thunder burst in their ears. Then they saw a tidal wave of cavalry rushing towards them.

"Liaodong Iron Cavalry!" This was the last word that Ba Ayang spat out in his life, and when he saw the iron rods in the hands of the knights on horseback, the soul of the former Guan Ning Iron Rider muttered these four words, and then, he tilted his body and fell off his horse. This time, he really turned into a revenant, and the martial arts he relied on were useless in this kind of volley.

He looks so distinctive, such a big man, and rushes to the front, he looks like a Tartar leader! If these knights of the Fengzi Battalion didn't pull the trigger on him, they would feel a little sorry for themselves, so as soon as they approached the firing range, there were at least ten or more three-eyed firebolts, but they were directly aimed at him, not counting the projectiles that hit the unlucky ones beside him, just in an instant, his entire chest was dented by countless projectiles that shot out, well, let's put it this way, if it was Ba Ayang who was beaten into a sieve in an instant, then, the sieve would definitely feel very aggrieved, There is no such mess and ugly sieve in this world.

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