The steppe people laughed wildly.

Immediately, as the Guyi army packed up their respective results, they went in the direction of the next county seat.

There were only a few villages in a county, and a large number of people were shrunk into the city, and there were not even many prisoners among them.

The horses neighed, the tremors trembled, and the advantage of the steppe was mobility, and they came out from the east of Wuxian County under the leadership of the Rangers, shouting and laughing and mocking the troops defending the city.

Ignoring the city wall of the county seat, most of the people with angry expressions were new pawns, and they were red-faced when they looked at the rampant measures of the grassland people.

And more of the old pawns are only numb, maybe they will be as angry as these pawns during the new recruits, but after a long time, they are already commonplace.

The steppe people don't attack the city, they don't have anything to do.

To the east of Wuxian County is Liaoyang County, from here, the grassland people of Koubian can go directly to Xiangping, the county seat of Liaodong, and the direction in which the guerrilla army marches with these grassland people is the same.

It's just that with the continuous march, the guerrilla army gradually hangs at the end of the team, and the good name does not compete with them.

The grassland people who have seen the methods of the guerrilla army are happy to accept it, and seventy percent of the wealth along the way from Liaoxi has fallen into the hands of the guerrilla army, and it is time to let them eat meat.

The grasslands of Koubian are scattered, and they either gallop on the official roads or enter and exit the mountains and forests.

They had already run most of the way to Liaoyang, and they should arrive in half an hour.

The closer they got to the county seat, the more excited these grassland people became, and the shouting in their mouths did not stop.

Just when they were about to arrive outside Liaoyang County, they were about to taunt the guards of the city as usual.

Whoosh –

A different sound of arrows rang out.

Under a low slope leading to the outside of Liaoyang County, three hundred horsemen suddenly fought out from the back slope.

They were clad in armor and held longbows in their hands.

The advancing steppe people did not react for a while, only to see that these cavalry were already approaching within a kilometer of them.

As steppe people who have grown up in the battle array and plundering all their lives, after a short trance, they all reacted, and some of them quickly gave orders after serving as a hundred commanders in the army.

Three hundred horsemen are not much, especially since there are nearly 10,000 people on their side, and no steppe people are panicked, but they are waiting for those cavalry to come over with some anticipation, wanting to have a good show.

When it comes to horse warfare, how have they, the people on horseback, ever been afraid?

With the bow in hand, the steppe man pulled his horse across and moved back and forth in small steps, waiting for the cavalry to reach the right distance, and they would fire ten thousand arrows.

The distance is getting closer.

The steppe people also saw clearly the dress of these cavalrymen.

The outer armor was mostly leather, but from those places that were revealed, they could see the bright iron inner armor.

And every cavalryman who rushed also wore a cyan ghost armor on his face, like a group of death knights from hell.

The sound of gurgling sounded in the hearts of the grasslands, this was a cavalry force they had never seen before, completely different from the Han army.

Suddenly, the cavalry in front pulled out a small flag from behind their backs, raised it above their heads and waved it twice, only to see that the three hundred cavalry suddenly dispersed into ten columns.

Sigh Rhythm ——!

The war horse was high, and the iron hooves fell heavily.

Dirt splashes.

And the moment the horse's hooves fell this time, the speed of this cavalry suddenly doubled faster than before, like a bolt of lightning, pulling from five hundred meters to two hundred meters!

Crunch.

Two hundred meters, the cavalry's speed did not stagnate in the slightest, and the longbow in his hand pointed diagonally into the air.

Whoosh –

Countless arrows were fired, and no one cared about accuracy, just trying to shoot the quiver on the body in the shortest possible time.

One hundred and fifty meters, the cavalrymen fired two arrows.

A hundred meters, the cavalry fired three arrows.

The arrow is a big-headed arrow, the force is strong and heavy, and the arrow is flat and round like a peach.

Eighty meters, the long bow was collected, the steel knife, and the short spear began to shine, and the whole army was like one person.

Puff puff –

It was only then that the steppe was covered by the first round of arrows, followed by the second and then the third.

The arrows of the trait easily shot through the leather armor of the steppe people, and the distance of eighty meters was not yet within their range, and for a while the people and horses were noisy.

"Archery! Archery! The horses moved, and on the opposite side were the elite soldiers! ”

Three rounds of arrows fell, and the steppe people fell more than a hundred, and the people with vision are now shouting and directing the battle.

It's just a little late.

Although these three hundred horses were not the strongest sixth-generation horses in Zhang Qi's hands, except for the stallions, he assigned all the fifth-generation horses to them.

The previous speed was just a sign of weakness, but now.

When the storm rises!

"Kill !!"

Just when the steppe people were able to shoot an arrow and hit the horse, the three hundred tigers had already been killed.

The long chain mail and visor they wore before the battle made them ignore the steppe people's bone arrows, and the stirrups under their feet allowed them to walk on the ground on horseback.

The steppe man had pulled his horse across before, but before he could run a few steps forward, he was already hit by three hundred tigers.

Blood splattered, severed limbs flew sideways.

300 people facing 10,000 people is like a small tadpole facing an egg hundreds of times larger than itself, but it is such a small tadpole, but its head is so iron that it actually enters the soul and pierces into it.

Three hundred tigers entered the military formation, like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, setting off a bloody storm.

And the other side.

An army of one hundred and fifty-three men also rushed out from the other side.

Their speed increased little by little until

The spears pierced through the men and horses, and the fifty armors were like drill bits, plowing a narrow gap.

Hu Er rushed out of the gear in the form of a war madman, chopping melons and vegetables with double blades.

There were a total of four hundred and fifty-three people, but the deadly style of play made the steppe people feel terrified, and the confrontation lasted only a moment, and many of the steppe people behind had already begun to flee in the direction they came.

Hanging in the guerrilla army at the end of the team, Hu Shui smiled and quietly led the people away, but the property they plundered was abandoned without any nostalgia, and the recurve riding bow in his hand that was consistent with the grassland people was already revealed.

Speed up, catch up with the steppe people running farthest and run ahead of them.

These steppe people are greedy, even if they run away, none of them are willing to throw away the property on horseback, Hu Shui likes their greed, so that his game can be slaughtered.

The flag was waved, and the 600 guerrilla army scattered like stars.

"Safari ——!"

Hu Shui shouted.

"Hah-"

These gamers who were the most skilled at riding and archery in Zhang Qijun began their own carnival.

With their bows and arrows frequently drawn and their four quivers, they have plenty of ammunition, and the mobility and nature of the six generations of horses allowed them to easily catch up with anyone.

One by one, the steppe people who fled the battlefield fell in terror, and the guerrillas blocked the route of their westward escape, and no one could escape under the rain of arrows.

The front-line tiger is equipped, like a meat grinder that crushes the grassland people little by little.

In the rear, the guerrilla army blocked the only retreat of the steppe people.

There was no need to fight for a long time, but in just three moments, these steppe people who had come to Koubian had already collapsed.

In three quarters of an hour, more than 10,000 steppe people fell, nearly two thousand, and they faced arguably the most slaughtering war machine of our time.

The collapsed steppe people dismounted one after another, kneeling on the ground and begging for mercy with the captive Han people.

(End of chapter)