"There are no less than a thousand people now!"

Zhao Ming put down the binoculars and was soon snatched away by the monkey.

Soon there was a gasp of air.

"Good boy! Is this going to hold us to the slaughter? ”

These words immediately caused everyone to roll their eyes.

"Let's go! It's pretty much the same. ”

Zhao Ming shook his head, he couldn't do anything now.

Early sneak attack?

Hehe! The idea is very good, but before he knows the attitude of the Maoming Anbu and the Darkhan Ministry, Zhao Ming will not make such a rash move.

If you really send a large group of cavalry to bypass the two divisions, once they are detected by the two divisions in the rear, or even form a flanking encirclement, I am afraid that they will really hate the northwest.

“ДЭМБ?！”

Suddenly, a sound came from afar, and I saw a fog blown away by the strong wind under the hillside, revealing seven or eight cavalrymen dressed in outer clothes behind them.

When these people saw Zhao Ming and his party clearly, they immediately began to communicate quickly in Mongolian, and then rushed over with shouting and waving their war knives.

“Эхлээд ганцаараа буц!”

Zhao Ming heard the meaning of these words clearly, this was to grab his tongue and go back.

"Withdraw!"

Zhao Ming let out a low shout, and everyone also brushed the brush to turn the horse's head and quickly head down the slope when they came.

Although he had twenty or thirty horses, Zhao Ming still didn't want to entangle with the other party.

Something is wrong just by running.

"Zhao Ye can't do it! We have a lot of gravel on the ramp, we can't run too fast, and they will soon catch up! Once the back is left to them...."

After running in the grassland for so long, the monkeys also have a lot of experience in fighting in the grassland.

"Yes, Chief Zhao! Or if we eat this guy, we'll have to grab our tongues and go back!" Zhang He also proposed.

Zhao Ming didn't say much and made a gesture, and soon everyone began to slowly reduce their speed to complete a reversal.

And the other party saw that Zhao Ming and his party didn't run, and even waited for them in place. This group of Outer Mongolians did not feel the slightest suspicion, and were even extremely excited.

"How is the combat effectiveness of the Outer Mongolians?"

Taking advantage of the distance, Zhao Ming looked at Zhang He and asked in a deep voice.

"Actually, it's about the same as us, the strong are strong, and there are the weak! But the whole is stronger than our side on the grassland.

Our side has been accustomed to a relatively comfortable life all year round, and their living habits still maintain the same tradition, and the law of the jungle is more obvious.

So be careful! Zhang He reminded in a low voice.

Regarding Zhang He's statement, Zhao Ming kept it in his heart, and there was no one Zhen Songjun around him this time except for the monkey king Er.

After all, this is the northern grassland, and Zhen Songjun is not very familiar with it. Therefore, these 20 or so riders are all herdsmen.

Although he is a herdsman, Zhao Ming's training these days has been seen in his eyes, and his combat effectiveness has been significantly improved, and he can also achieve basic orders and prohibitions.

Although the one-handed kicking and dragging knife technique is not as good as Zhen Songjun, I believe it can also have a lot of results.

"Kill!"

Silently estimating the distance, when the two sides came to eighty meters, Zhao Ming made a gesture.

In an instant, all the cavalry began to run forward in unison, just as the crowd was ready to wait to get within firing range.

But I saw that these eight Outer Mongolian scouts actually took bows in advance, and when the distance was still seventy meters, they swished!

Almost instantaneous, poof! ~

There were a few muffled sounds, and before Zhao Ming could react, seven or eight people fell off the horse, and there was no possibility of evasion before and after, and none of the arrows missed!

Condor shooters?

No! It's not up to it, but this archery is definitely a master in Inner Mongolia.

And that's not all, when the distance reached sixty meters, the opponent completed the bow again, and the second volley came again.

Whoosh!

Puff puff!

It seems that the same script is repeated again, this time only seven people have fallen off the horse, but there is still one person and one arm that is afraid to be invalid.

Zhao Ming saw it clearly, and the herdsman's face was extremely distorted, which showed that the pain was deep into the bone marrow, far from being comparable to ordinary bows and arrows.

"Shoot!"

When the distance finally reached fifty meters, Zhao Ming let out a low shout, and everyone quickly raised their bows and shot.

Because they are all herdsman brothers, although more than 500 spears have been purchased under their command, not all of them have guns in total, nearly 1,000 people.

In addition to sharing the profits of the Song army, the rest is more to share the profits to some old and young herdsmen, and many young herdsmen are more accustomed to using bows and arrows.

It's just this wave of shooting, and the remaining ten people on their side only hit three people, except for one who fell off the horse, the other two were still dragging the reins and rushing with their heads.

And Xu is this wave of counter-shooting, the other party has evaded, which affects the accuracy. Only four people on Zhao Ming's side were dismissed.

But all of a sudden, the two sides almost came to six against six, and before they completely clashed, they were already suffering heavy casualties.

And as the distance reached thirty meters, the second wave of counterfire came again.

Sou! Sou!

The two arrows almost flew towards Zhao Ming, and Zhao Ming's pupils shrank suddenly.

After many encounters in shooting, Zhao Ming subconsciously avoided it, but these two arrows almost blocked the dodge space.

In any case, you can only dodge one of them, and the other must hit.

But the tragic situation of those brothers before, Zhao Ming could expect that even if it was not critical, the situation would not be much better.

Zhao Ming secretly regretted that he had known that there would be such an emergency, and he would be heavier, and he would have to put on that armor and go out.

Syllable!

However, the expected severe pain did not come, a sound of breaking the air sounded, Zhang He flung the spear forward slightly, and the head of the spear just knocked the arrow away.

But there was a muffled grunt from his side.

I saw that the monkey's already thin body was shot directly in the chest by an arrow, but his body was like a feather, and it was directly shot off the horse's back by the arrow and thrown backwards.

Zhao Ming's eyes widened, and he glanced sideways, and the monkey was lying on the ground and there was no movement.

Turning his gaze to the front again, there were only five Outer Mongolian scouts left, still with hideous faces, even with strong confidence and arrogance.

After this shooting, Zhao Ming's side was reduced by three people again, and only Zhao Ming, Wang Er, and Zhang He remained.

Five-on-three!

Who would have thought that this would be the case before the confrontation, and with an absolute advantage in numbers, it would be such an ugly fight.

Zhao Ming and Wang Er had already put down their muskets and drew their swords, but the scout enemy cavalry on the opposite side was still building a bow.

The opponent's rate of fire is very fast, and they want to have another wave of fire before the confrontation.

Whoosh!

This time, the three of them were lucky, and it was also because the war horse was speeding up to the peak, and the three of them were all leaning forward in a forward posture, so none of them were hit by arrows.

"Kill !!"

The three of them roared in unison, as if they were about to breathe fire in their eyes.

The movements of the five opponents were very smooth and natural, and when the distance came to five meters, they quickly abandoned their bows and drew their knives.

It's just that before one of them drew his knife, he suddenly saw a flower in front of him, followed by a tightness in his chest, and then his vision swirled.

A spear is like a flag, directly picking this person off the horse.

Zhao Ming was extremely angry, but he was not carried away by the anger, his eyes were staring at the front and calculating the distance.

When he came to three meters away, his waist and abdomen suddenly exerted force, and his legs kicked down.

The back of the waist was like a long whip swinging, and the arm that was ready to attack was volleyed out by the force of the back swinging, and in an instant, the arm and the long knife suddenly derived two or three meters away and fell down.