Back to the end of the Ming Dynasty to engage in infrastructure construction

Chapter 97 Wansheng
But there is only one person, how can he run away?
Harabars drew out his saber, and galloped towards the bright dog.

When the road meets, the brave wins.

Two cavalry confront each other without any hesitation, and they must use melee weapons such as knives or spears.

At this time, even a horse bow cannot be used.

The two horses are moving at high speed, and the opponent is a living person, who can dodge, and the chance of being able to shoot the opponent is extremely low.

And once the shot fails, the horses are so fast that the two horses will meet in the blink of an eye, and there is no time to change the knife in a hurry, so they can only be slaughtered by the opponent.

Before making the move, Zhao Cheng thought a lot.

At this moment, Zhao Cheng had no idea.

His adrenaline surged rapidly.

Holding the saber tightly, with cold eyes, he stared at Harabars, looking for the best time to make a move.

When the two horses were approaching, Zhao Cheng suddenly pinched the horse's stomach forcefully.

The Budyonny horse accelerated violently, bursting out with all its strength.

Harabars was taken aback.

He grew up on the prairie and knew Matthew too well.

The horse on the opposite side was not slow in the first place. He thought it should be running at full speed.

When it's close, can it still accelerate?
Moreover, this horse is too tall, too big, right?
Much taller than his horse.

Even taller than the Jurchens' horses!
Such a good horse, in their tribe, only the leaders of the tribe are qualified to ride it.

Where did Minggou get such a good horse?
Of these two people, one went all out, and the other was in a hurry.

In an instant, it was distinguished.

Swish!
Zhao Cheng held the knife tightly in his hand and raised it horizontally, changed direction slightly, and slashed across Harabars' neck.

Harabars' head was tilted to one side, most of his neck was cut open, and he fell directly from the horse.

And Zhao Cheng, driven by the huge force, also staggered a bit.

Horse fighting is definitely not like slashing with a knife like in film and television works.

It is always when the horse is hedging, the saber finds a good position, swings it lightly, and relies on the power driven by the horse's speed instead of the power of the arm to kill the enemy.

Swinging your arms and slashing with all your strength on a galloping horse at high speed will take the whole person off the horse.

Zhao Cheng won!

Kill the enemy in one round!
This is not just because he is good at riding, fighting and slashing.

The scientific training methods in the 21st century summed up the ancient and modern Chinese and foreign riding and cutting skills, which is naturally not comparable to the riding skills at this time.

And because his horse is taller, more dominant.

The saber in his hand is from the system mall, a product of the 21st century, sharper, lighter, and easier to wield.

Under the combination of various factors, winning is almost inevitable.

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

"My lord wins!"

The Qiangdi Army immediately let out a roar that shook the sky.

Every sergeant has blood in his veins.

Their adults went out to fight in person, killing the enemy with one move, clean and neat.

Zhao Cheng let the horse run away for tens of meters, then slowly slowed down and turned the horse's head.

Before they had time to think about anything, the two young Tartars were already full of anger, screaming and rushing towards Zhao Cheng.

Zhao Cheng originally wanted to fight them with another bayonet.

Should I say it or not, riding a battle head-on collision...

cool!

It's a pity that the two Tartars seemed to have lost their courage. They bent their bows and set up arrows one after another, and their horses cut arcs and rushed towards Zhao Cheng.

Obviously, he wanted to catch Zhao Cheng to shoot arrows.

Who catches whom?

Hey!
I originally wanted to give you a chance, but if you are useless, then forget it.

Zhao Cheng put away his saber and took out his AK.

Stopped the horse so it was easier to aim.

Raise your gun, aim.

Bang!
With one shot, a Tartar fell from his horse.

Turn the muzzle.

Bang!
With one shot, another Tartar fell from his horse.

"yeah!"

Zhao Cheng felt that he had performed a little bit beyond normal.

One against three, complete victory.

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

"My lord wins!"

The Qiangdi army went crazy. They all looked at Zhao Cheng with admiration and fiery eyes.

"Master Zhao!"

"Master Zhao personally strikes, one hits three!"

"..."

The common people behind were surging, and gradually realized what was going on.

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

"My lord wins!"

They all followed suit.

For a time, the sound shook the sky.

Among the team, several sergeants ran out on horseback and were responsible for collecting the bodies of the three Tartars.

Zhao Cheng returned to the team on horseback.

For a time, the morale of the strong army was high.

The sergeant and the public looked at Zhao Cheng as if they were gods.

Zhao Cheng calmed down, his hands trembling slightly.

However, I was equally excited.

This adventure is worth it!

The harvest is even greater than imagined.

Rumble!
In the distance, the dust is steaming, and the sound of horseshoes is like thunder.

The Tartar army has arrived.

……

"It's really useless!"

Ali Bai was relatively far away, so he didn't see the specific battle situation clearly.

However, a Ming army rode out, and then the three of Harabars fell one after another...

He still understood this point.

Three people can't beat a Ming dog.

The Mongols really can't!
Ali Bai despised the Mongols even more in his heart.

If it were their Jurchens, this would never happen.

At this time, Hu Lu, the master of Niu Lu, came.

Ali Bai could only greet him and explain the situation.

"Alibai, how many warriors have you lost in the small Sheng Shunchuan?"

As soon as Hu Lu met, he asked the crime first.

Alibai's face was embarrassed for a while.

"My lord...it was all an accident.

Ming Gou actually had an ambush here.

There are thousands of them! "

If you praise your enemies to be stronger, you won't appear to be too weak.

"Minggou has thousands of people, how many servants can there be?
If you dare to exaggerate the enemy's situation and ruin a major event, how many heads do you have to chop off? "

Hu Lu stared.

Ali Bai shrank his neck suddenly, a little scared.

The Jurchen army has strict discipline, and if they say kill people, they will really kill people.

Moreover, killing him was a waste of time.

Among his subordinates alone, there may be many people looking forward to his death so that they can take his place and carve up his cattle, sheep, grassland and women.

He died today, and tomorrow his son will have to live with someone else.

"Big... about a few hundred people."

Ali Bai didn't dare to exaggerate, and stammered.

"Probably? You are a vanguard, but you haven't even found out how many enemies there are?" Hu Lu became even more unhappy.

"This……"

Alibai's forehead began to sweat.

I scolded the three of Harabars ten thousand times in my heart.

"Humph!"

Hu Lu snorted coldly.

"I'll give you a chance to make amends, and you Niu Lu will be the pioneers.

If you can break the formation of the Ming army in one go, I will spare you this time. "

"Yes, my lord!"

Ali Bai agreed, and secretly groaned in his heart.

The Ming army on the opposite side looks very elite at first glance.

Although he is confident that he can crush them.

But being a pioneer will definitely hurt you.

Aha or something, it's easy to say.

But Qi Ding is dead, so there is no place to add.

The number of Hulu Niulu banners is small in all Niulu.

300 people, only less than a hundred flags.

(End of this chapter)