When the moon is bright, the starry sky on the grassland is very beautiful at night, and there is no situation where you can't see your fingers, unless the weather is very bad.

But at the moment, the season has not yet reached that point, and the moonlight and starlight are sprinkled with light, except that they are not as bright as the daylight, in fact, there is no difference, and they are still very clear.

It's just that the grass looks bleak and it's no different.

The cavalry was a little tired walking on the open grassland, and the temperature in the grassland at night plummeted, but it couldn't be stopped, and once it stopped, there were really a lot of mosquitoes.

The horses were already spitting out hot air as they ran, and with the heat from the people and the dust trampled on the horses' hooves, it seemed that a large group of cavalry was shrouded in smoke from a distance.

"Hold on, we're about to go to the camp, the camp has wine and meat, and we'll eat with an open stomach when the time comes."

Zhao Ming said with a smile, and the brothers also laughed.

However, there were also brothers from Zhen Songjun who played yellow, "Master Zhao, there is wine and meat here, are there any girls?" ”

This immediately caused everyone to laugh.

"Damn, if you want to find a girl, go find it yourself! Now that so many tribes have migrated in the past, so many widows, as long as you have the ability, you don't need to be strong, as long as the young couple is willing, you can do whatever you want! Zhao Ming scolded with a smile.

Everyone was also a little moved when they listened.

But just think about it, the girls on the grassland are a lot good-looking, but more of them are not good-looking.

It's not that they don't look good, but they don't have any maintenance or sunscreen these years, and no matter how beautiful they are, they have to be tanned.

That is, the kind of face with a red face and dark skin.

"That's not right!"

Suddenly, Zhang He, who was at the forefront, suddenly raised his hand, and the noisy laughter suddenly stopped, and the sound of horses' hooves gradually disappeared.

All day today, almost all day was led by Zhang He, and many tactical choices were made by him.

Zhang He has indeed proved himself.

Zhang He has an extremely keen insight into anything on the grassland, and also teaches some labor-saving tips for fighting on horseback.

Rao is Zhao Ming has benefited a lot, so in some tactical matters, Zhao Ming will also listen to his advice.

"Watch out for a large group of people coming! The number of people should be in.... Three hundred... About three hundred! ”

Zhang He lay on the ground and groaned a little before giving such an answer.

Hearing this, everyone tightened their swords slightly.

Now that such a force of cavalry has appeared, it is obvious that the comers are not good, you must know that the area around the daytime fighting has long been cleared, how can there be any large force of cavalry.

"Prepare for war!"

Zhao Ming snorted in a deep voice, and when he heard this, all the brothers began to sort out and load ammunition.

On this departure, everyone was allocated an additional twenty bullets.

Sweeping through so many tribes, it is not that everything needs to be killed, some small tribes with a number of one or two hundred people, take out weapons and threaten to compromise.

And some of the fiercer resistance, with only one charge, even if the team of 200 people only had twenty or thirty dead or wounded, the other side surrendered.

The previous attack on Xiaohebu was already the most tenacious will to fight.

The further eastward the tribes, the less resistant they became, and the frequent border trade had long since exhausted their will to fight.

So far, each person still has 4-6 bullets on hand.

So far, there are about 200 people left, 280 people have been brought out, and about 80 people have been killed or wounded, most of whom can still be rescued, and they have all been sent back one after another in advance.

And this team is not all pure Zhensong army, one hundred Zhensong army is composed of one hundred and eighty joint herdsman warriors.

This is a clean-up operation, and it is also a training operation.

So far, the effect has been good, after a whole day of fighting, everyone has gradually tacitly cooperated.

Not.... In a word, it has become the shape of the Zhen Song Army.

Because Zhang He also found that the Zhensong army brought out by Zhao Ming had an advantage in group operations.

Although it is not possible to shoot in a group, in a group charge with guns to cooperate, it is just a trail.

At this time, when they heard that a large number of enemy horses were attacking, the brothers not only did not have any fear, but they couldn't help but lick their tongues, it was another big deal, and they didn't know if it was enough to fight this time!

As dark shadows appear at the end of the field of vision, both sides enter the other's field of vision.

Wang Meng also saw Zhao Ming and his party at this time, and saw that the group of people on the opposite side were standing still, and hesitated slightly.

There are a lot of people on the other side, according to Wang Beibei, this Zhao Ming has experienced so many killings and injuries.

But there's no time to think about it, let's kill it!

As Maoming Abu, he has been a very strong presence in recent years, and Wang Meng has his own pride.

The horses were galloping on the grassland at a fast pace, and the sound of horses' hooves became clearer, but Wang Meng did not forget to adjust the speed of the horses.

When the difference between the two is 100 meters, the speed is maintained at a low frequency, and as the two sides enter within 100 meters, the war horse begins to increase its speed.

At fifty meters, the speed of the war horse reached a small peak.

"Put!"

Whoosh!

With Wang Meng's low shout, all the tribal warriors pulled their bows and shot arrows in unison.

After the first round of arrow rain, everyone in Maoming Abe didn't look at the result at all, quickly threw the bow into the leather bag, and quickly drew the musket that had been bolted a long time ago.

"Put!"

Bang bang bang!

Maoming Abe does have two brushes, the bow is changed to the gun, the closer the distance, the better, and the speed of pulling the bolt to shoot will not be bad at close range, and the effect will only be better.

Both sides went into a salvo in the second round, and as the distance reached 20 meters, the third volley occurred again.

At the end of the three rounds of volleys, both sides put down their guns without hesitation, drew their swords and rushed forward.

Shigeaki Abe didn't want to perform slick guerrilla tactics, but wanted to crush the opponent in one go.

This also coincided with Zhao Ming's department, and the two sides completely entered a brutal white-knuckle battle.

Poof!

The brutal image of the flesh colliding with the blade appeared, and a large number of wails and muffled snorts rang out.

The sound of horses' hooves became the beat of the drum at this moment, as if to cheer for both sides.

In the first round of hedging, the two sides completed the position reversal.

Zhao Ming couldn't help but shake his neck, feeling a little sore all over his body, this time he was not injured, and it was not too cool to have a master to protect him.

Zhang He's spearmanship is superb, the monkey's double knife is very fast, and Zhao Ming himself is not much inferior, and the impact formation formed by the three of them is like a spear directly chiseling through the formation.

But the losses were also very large, and of the two hundred brothers, more than fifty brothers fell in the first wave, and only seven or eight were dragged back.

The opposite side also suffered heavy losses, and about seventy or eighty brothers fell.

But this is the strongest opponent Zhao Ming has encountered in the grassland.

In terms of salvo fire, it was directly crushed unilaterally, and the opponent's quasi-head was even stronger than the last enemy attack encountered.

More than 50 brothers, nearly 30 of whom fell under the volley.

If there is no Zhang He, a master of marksmanship, to join this time, I am afraid that in the white-knuckle battle, the battle damage ratio may not be pulled back.

"Huh! ~”

Suddenly, Zhao Ming was a little surprised, but saw that there was some commotion among the cavalry on the opposite side at this time.