After ten days of living on the grassland, Zhao Ming's physique gradually grew stronger.

The body is no longer the pure hungry and thin physique, but gradually bulging and full of muscles, with bronzed skin, riding on the horse is full of wildness.

The angular face glanced at the past like a wolf staring at its prey.

At this time, Zhao Ming was grazing cattle with 80 brothers in a distant place, and at the same time, he was also exploring the water resources and terrain here.

This is a daily activity that Zhao Ming has been doing recently, and the team also brought a herdsman from Pingqiantun as a guide.

As he made his rounds, he listened to how the locals identified their locations and how they accurately found the methods of each tribe.

Identifying the direction on the grassland is definitely a technical job, but Li Guang, who is difficult to seal in history, was a road idiot several times in his early years, and missed the fighter several times because he got lost in the Great Gobi of the prairie several times.

The ancients were much more powerful at identifying the direction than Zhao Ming, they were not familiar with the grassland and didn't know how to identify it, Zhao Ming was reborn from the future, and the difficulty of mastering it can be imagined.

Fortunately, after entering the grassland, Zhao Ming touched the corpse of a herdsman who died on the grassland on the road, and he also inherited some skills.

Combined with the explanation of the young man named Allah in front of him, he grasped it quickly, as if he had the skill of an old herdsman.

"Sir Zhao, from here over this mountain, it is the Shabortai Desert, Sir Zhao, you see that there is a man named Huo Zhongtun at the foot of the mountain, and there is also a tribe there.

However, there are not many people, and they do not belong to the tribesmen of the four major pastures, and there are many such scattered herdsmen.

After passing through the Shaboltai Desert, it is Outer Mongolia, but you can also go to Outer Mongolia from the northeast of Maoming Abe on the other side, which is less than 100 kilometers away.

There was a war in Maoming Abe before, and it was fought from Outer Mongolia. ”

The young herdsman, Allah, had been silent until now, but when he opened the conversation, his mouth was chattering like a machine gun.

"Outer Mongolia called? It's not very stable in Outer Mongolia now, right? Do they still want to make trouble with us? Zhao Minghu was suspicious.

At this time period, the political situation in Outer Mongolia is also unstable, and normally there should not be this kind of energy.

Allah shook his head, "Chief Zhao, you don't know much about our situation here, in fact, the Maoming Anbu was forcibly assigned to their territory by Outer Mongolia before.

It was a few games in the back that gradually improved the situation, but although Maoming Abe was quite shameless, it was a lot of people's efforts. ”

Listening to this, Zhao Ming bowed slightly, he had learned some information in advance.

The war here has also spread to the Zhangjiakou side, and for this reason, the herds in this vicinity have benefited a lot and received a lot of rewards.

However, Zhao Ming will not look at the problem one-sidedly, whether it is a real invasion or some other reason, this can only be seen later.

But now the Maoming Anbu and the Durhan Ministry, both of which Zhao Ming does not plan to move.

However, the plan is being implemented and will only wait for the follow-up results.

At this moment, the flock began to agitate, and the brothers who were grazing around were a little confused and overwhelmed.

Seeing this, the young man named Allah changed his expression and quickly turned over and dismounted, his ears pressed against the ground.

Zhao Ming also thought of something, and shouted loudly, "Don't panic, gather together, don't care about the sheep!" ”

"The sound of horses' hooves! A lot of horses' hooves are coming in this direction, coming from the southwest! ”

Allah got up quickly, and he heard it as soon as he heard it, and hurriedly said.

Needless to say, at this time, Zhao Ming had already seen a large group of small dots with dense black pressure appearing on the horizon in the distance, galloping towards this side.

The dust and grass clippings were flying, and the momentum was extraordinarily huge, and there were no less than five hundred horsemen on sight.

"Withdraw!"

Zhao Ming didn't think about it, and beckoned everyone to give up the sheep directly and gallop quickly in the direction of his camp.

It was nearly thirty miles from the camp, and there was no way to do it, as the nearby pasture had been eaten by the herds of several tribes.

Zhao Ming also needs to stock up on more forage nearby, so he can only go farther away for grazing.

It's just that even if they give up the flock, the distance between everyone is still little by little closer to each other, and it is obvious that the other horse's horses are better, taller and stronger, and the horses' hooves span are very long.

And most of Zhao Ming's horses were brought from Guanzhong before, because the grazing intensity was not high, and by the way, they were allowed to eat high-quality pasture.

In Guanzhong, horses are scarce objects, let alone high-grade and inferior horses, it's good to have them, so Zhao Ming's horses are really not good.

"Zhao Ye! You go first! Brethren! ”

One of the brothers shouted anxiously, saying that the distance between the two sides was less than 100 meters, and that there was still a long distance to ask for help.

As he spoke, the brother shouted loudly and quickly turned the horse's head with the rest of the brothers.

Zhao Ming wanted to escape directly, but after estimating the distance, he drew a knife and slashed at the buttocks of the horse on which Allah was riding.

"Go back and report the news, call someone over!"

Ignore Allah, who has already run crazy and was taken away.

Zhao Ming turned his horse's head around and rode into the midst of the brothers.

"Zhao Ye! You...."

"Less nonsense! I said that since I brought you out, I will take you back in the future! It doesn't matter if it's dead or alive! ”

Zhao Ming interrupted everyone with a cold snort, staring solemnly at the large group of people rushing towards the black pressure opposite.

I wasn't sure before, but now it's confirmed, this group of people all wrapped their heads in rags, and only a pair of eyes were left, and the intention of seeing the road was not too obvious!

Look at the other party's equipment, knives, bows, and I didn't see the gun, and I was lucky in misfortune.

It is estimated that the other party is not easy to grasp the distance, if the pursuit is too close to the camp and the shooting alarms the people nearby, it will inevitably be a tragic battle.

And Maomingan, Durhan and several other tribes are nearby, can they really turn a blind eye?

The other party's move made Zhao Ming clear that the clan behind the other party should be a private act.

If it was discussed in advance, then it was not here!

"Brothers, they all say that the grassland people are very good at equestrianism and first-class archery, are you afraid?"

Zhao Ming tightened the reins, looked straight ahead, and spoke lightly.

The sound of the wind muffled the nervousness of everyone to swallow their spittle, and they were not afraid that it was fake.

In the past few days, he has not seen the riding skills and archery skills of the herdsmen of Pingqiantun.

The archery skills are really first-class, not to mention 100 shots, which is much more accurate than their ordinary shooting.

The key is to listen to the herdsmen of Pingqiantun say that they don't have time to practice these at all, and only those of the big tribes are called proficient.

It is said that Wang Beibei, who is now in Maoming Abe, is a condor archer and an eagle keeper.

Riding and archery skills are first-class, there are no false shots outside 100 meters, and there is a certain degree of accuracy two or three hundred meters away.

Needless to say, how terrible the Condor shooters were, it is recorded in the history books.

As the old saying goes, there are clouds, birds fly in the air, and only eagles are difficult to shoot. The eagle of the general grassland is generally at an altitude of 250-300 meters.

Ordinary archers can't shoot so high at all, and a better archer can shoot it, but at this height it's already the end of a strong crossbow, not to mention the accuracy, let alone the penetration.

But this is just one of the assessment criteria for the Condor Shooter.

It is said that in ancient times, in order to deal with the three condor archers, the tactics of 100 horsemen were used, with 50 people in each team, one left and one right, surrounded the fast cavalry, and shot while running until the three condor archers were killed.

I heard that Wang Beibei is a condor shooter in the grassland, but it can also be seen that people from other tribes, those who are good at archery, are like carp crossing the river.

They can gallop through the gates, breaking bandits, even bandits with guns.

But that doesn't mean it works in the grasslands.